Dr. Mrs. Jones,—­I take Pin in hand to Scratch you a few Remarks in return for your kind Pestle:  it however gav me a sevear Blow to hear of my deer frends Roofall Sitawayshun:  keep up your Spirits, do my deer Frend, I dout not in your next I shall hear you have taken to your Old Rum again down stairs and find the Windy-Pains in a Hole condishun—­Yet what can you Relie on when the Country Gernals is filled with sheets of Flams of Steaks and Bairns burnt to their foundhayshones.  But let you and me Mrs. J. hop that these evil Doors may be sicured.  I have a bit of Noose for you—­Swing is taken and Lockt up—­let us hop then that Steps may be taken for capshining his Canfeedrats—­You enquier what our King and Manystirs think of Stuck Puggys I beleeve they think your Magasstearall Funkshunareas mite have shone more Hacktivity and Incision again armed Poplars and Incieders—­but its all owing to the March of Intellx—­instid of mindin there work they are always runnin to heer some Seedishus Ourang or other on the Harrastocrazy—­they now call themselves the Industerious Classis, formally they was called The Lore Ordurs.  My Servint gal atends Love Feasts and Missinarea Meetins and has the impidence to tell me she has a Soal as valleyable as my own and actally askt if her minnyster mite be aloud to come and prepair me for Heavn; but I told the uzzy to prepair herself for another place and gav her a munths warnin to soot herself—­but about the parleymeant—­Hurl Grey the Primer has a load on his sholders wich I hop he will be able to discharg an all go off quiet:  He has pledgd himself for to the caws for Riform an says hell Redrench evry Place where he has Grounds:  and they all talk about Pooling Mesurs; but the Wetterun Bishop Sincurers and Cloaths borrowers show pourfull Oppisishun and perplix and embrace all his Plans—­Pettyshuns come in from all Parts for Necromancypassion, wich I take to be some new plan for washin the Blackamer wite—­also for the vote by Ballad which Mr. Hum supports and likewis Mr. Oconl the Hireish mimber wich wants the Onion to be repeeled and caws all Hireland Watery eyes; but I hop sich Cryses will niver arrive——­I supose youve herd Hunt is returnd for Prestun wherby Im sorry to heer of a incindery sittin in the ows, for he not only first burnt the Corn but sold it after to the pure Peeple—­but is Blackin his good—­Our new lord Canceller Brewem gives us Hops that he will put a end to all the Old Suits without making any New Breeches wich wrong incisions wold show Shear hignoranc—­but hes no Goos!—­Mr. Grant wants to Mancypate the Jews—­ Porkreetchers! my next Nabor Levy says they are a Pursycutish Race thogh they hav Numbers of Genesis among them fit for Trusts on Securitys; but let who will be in or out somethin must be done.  Winters com and the ole Country wants instand Releafing thoug I hop no Treesunable acts will be manny fisted be the Peeple—­Nobody now cant sell nothing Goods hangs on hand and Malefactors are dropping in every line—­Soverins is scars