
          Very revered Sir!


 I am scince last Sunday very suffering and laying
 hard down to bed, so that it is impossible for my at this
 time, to come to New York. Informing you from
 that my new mischief I remark, that the bearers of 
 that are my landlady Mrs. Merkert and my own little
 wife. Mrs. Merkert speaks English very well and 
 knows our whole circumstances.


 My dear Sir! I was no so happy last Saturday
 to find Mr. Grant, though I went two times to the
 bookseller office. The present Gentlemen have said to
 me, he were not here.


 It is hard for my, dear Sir, to confess to You that
 I am very unlucky and near to perish. My last
 supports lost, helpless in forreign country, without
 employment for to preserve the life, I am undone
 without deliverance, as the winter is at the doors and
 all my remedies now exhausted.


 The only hope I yet had to safe my life, was to 
 continue the business in the Apothecary shop, as
 the bad Doctor now is off. My good landlord, who
 has already done so much for my, had given me the
 store with a room for but 5 Doll. [dollars] rent. With a smal
 sum of monney I could beginn, as I have Drugs
 brought with from Germany, and as You had kindly
 promised me some recompens for my plants for
        