I had almost forgot to tell you, that I have had my hair cut and pippered, and singed, and bolstered, and buckled, in the newest fashion, by a French freezer—Parley vow Francey—Vee madman-sell, I now carries my head higher than arrow private gentle-woman of Vales. Last night, coming huom from the meeting, I was taken by lamp-light for an iminent poulterer’s daughter, a great beauty. But as I was saying, this is all vanity and vexation of spirit. The pleasures of London are no better than sour whey and stale cyder, when compared to the joys of the new Gerusalem.

Dear Mary Jones! An please God when I return, I’ll bring you a new cap, with a turkey-shell coom, and a pyehouse sermon, that was preached in the Tabernacle; and I pray of all love, you will mind your vriting and your spilling; for, craving your pardon Molly, it made me suet to disseyfer your last scrabble, which was delivered by the hind at Bath. O,voman! voman! if thou had’st but the least consumption of what pleasure we scullers have, when we can cunster the crabbidst buck off hand, and spell the ethnitch vords without lucking at the primmer. As for Mr. Klinker, he is qualified to be clerk to a parish. But I’ll say no more. Remember me to Saul; poor sole! it goes to my hart to think she don’t yet know her letters. But all in God’s good time. It shall go hard, but I will bring her the A B C in ginger-bread; and that, you nose, will be learning to her taste.

Mistress says, we are going a long gurney to the North; but go where we will, I shall ever be,

Dear Mary Jones,

Yours with true infection,
WIN. JENKINS.