
          Dear Sir, my heart is to [too] ful [full] and my pen to [too]
 inable for rendering my feels! I can never
 reward You have done for us, God bless and 
 reward You all!


 [Crossed out: illegible] Of all sorrows is care for subsistence 
 the greatest and painfullest, and when yet comes
 to that a no firm health, then, all that, indeed,
 can make depressing and low-spirited, with a
 anxious view to the future.


 But now, we would be ingrateful [ungrateful] when saying,
 that we did live without hope to a better future,
 God and good men have graciously brought help!


 My beginning business, it is no doubt, will be
 better, as very good, with te time. But I have to
 combat with my dear colleagues; these are 
 very jaleous [jealous] to me and study herself as much
 as possible, to be monopolists and none other
 new Apoth. [Apothecary] shop to let come up. But that's
 ridiculous. She trouble herself very much,
 but in vain, even to alienate my faithful
 neighbors. Then, these latter have confidence
        