"I mean to shew it to him." "Will you stay to dinner, neighbour ?" "No thank 'ee -- I've got to get over the river; and my little woman'll have something cooked for me; and if I wa'n't there to eat it I shouldn't hear the last of my wastefulness." "Ay?
is that the way she does ?" said Mr.Landholm laughing.
"Something like it.

A tight grip, I tell ye!" And with these words Mr.Underhill took himself out of the house.
"Where's your mother, Asahel?
call her and tell her what's here," said Mr.Landholm, as he broke one of the seals.
"Shagarack, Dec.

3, 1810.
"My dear parents, "I take the opportunity of friend Underhill's going home to send you a word -- I can't write much more than a word, I'm so busy.

I never drove my plough at home half so industriously as now I am trying to break up and sow the barren fields of mind.
But oh, this is sweeter labour than that.

How shall I ever repay you, my dear father and dear mother, for the efforts you are making -- and enduring -- to give me this blessing.