Well, I dare say I shan't live long, and some folks won't be sorry to have me in my grave.
"Indeed, on Sunday I was taken in my stomick very ill, and thought it might have been the lobster-sauce; but Doctor Blogg, who was called in, said it was, he very much feared, _cumsumptive_; but gave me some pills and a draft wh made me better.

Please call upon him--he lives at Pimlico, and you can walk out there after office hours--and present him with 1_l_.1_s_., with my compliments.

I have no money here but a 10_l_.

note, the rest being locked up in my box at Lamb's Cundit Street.
"Although the flesh is not neglected in Mr.B.'s sumptious establishment, I can assure you the _sperrit_ is likewise cared for.
Mr.B.reads and igspounds every morning; and o but his exorcises refresh the hungry sole before breakfast! Everything is in the handsomest style,--silver and goold plate at breakfast, lunch, and dinner; and his crest and motty, a beehive, with the Latn word _Industria_, meaning industry, on _everything_--even on the chany juggs and things in my bedd-room.

On Sunday we were favoured by a special outpouring from the Rev.Grimes Wapshot, of the Amabaptist Congrigation here, and who egshorted for 3 hours in the afternoon in Mr.B.'s private chapel.