
          In further relation to the Mike, and in relation to my remarkings above
 that a knave can best excuse his knavery before the public, by caluminating
 and insulting his unhappy victim, I am now called by him a beggar, a
 deceiver, a lump etc. publicly. He recollects now no more, that he in Januar,
 when laying to bed help - and hopeless, had saluted me as his saviour and
 promised also, to publish by News-papers thankfully my merits to him.
 Presently, not content with having plundered me, he endeavours, to ruin me yet
 totally, to make me lose the credit of the public and of physicians by calumny.


 The results of his noble efforts are but to visible in my business! The income
 of the store becomes smaller, prescriptions of physicians scarcely one a week
 how shall I exist further! how support the business and life?


 I undertook that cure in the only hope, to get a little sum, with whom I
 thought to complete my little business and to supply what I was wanting for
 to succede more and more. Instead of that I am bereaved, ruined for my good-doing.
 Oh, that is more than a man can endure! Why am I not dead?
 My poor wife! her grief breaks entirely my heart. Willingly would I
 bear the burden of my inevitable ill fate, but she, who has combined her life
 and fate with the mine her calm piteous look drives me to despair. And
 I cannot help her, all my efforts hitherto to help us up with our smal means,
 I see, are in vain; envy, malice and deception, prevailing passions of my country
 men here, do their best to that and I repeat it once more, they laugh at the misfortune 
 of another. I find now, that it is true, what Dr. Crackowitz charactered to me past year.


 My kind Protector, I have dared it, to trouble You with such a long and
 tiresome narration; might I find your kind indulgence and forgiveness, when
 I, in the bitterness of my mind against so much indignity and base deception I must met 
 with there, have given words to my feels. I have done so, because we may dare it, 
 to disclose our mind only and alone to our heavenly protector and to You, our protectors
 we have upon earth. And the Eternal rewarder will reward You for all You
 have done good to some of Your fellow-men, who are orphaned, forsaken by everybody.


 In imploring Gods blessing upon You all our benefactors, I remain 
 for ever  


 Most revered dear Sir
 Yours 
 thankfullest
 Bogenhard.


 Williamsburgh,
 Juni 6. 1853.

        