
          Prof Short, I thougt, to help me with.


 As this hope now [added: seems] vanished for my, I see no
 help and deliverance more; I am forlorn and
 unlucky with my poor good wife, her work she
 had, even is now ceased, and her distress will breaken
 my heart.


 O dear Sir, might You no abandon a poor
 man in his undeserved unluck?


 I cann't [cannot] no more write, I am ill and sink under
 for grief.


 Begging for Your indulgency, I recomond
 to Your further kind protection and remain
 with highest respect.


 Very dear Sir
 Yours
 thankfullest servant
 Bogenhard.


 P.S.
 If you wish to have 
 [?ncoted?] with [glove?] plants
 at paper, I pray, to render
 the paper to the bearer of that.
        