Fust, a silver thimble (which I found in Missus's work-box); secknd, a vollom of Byrom's poems; third, I halways brought her a glas of Curasore, when we ad a party, of which she was remarkable fond.

I treated her to Hashley's twice, (and halways a srimp or a hoyster by the way,) and a THOWSND DELIGIT ATTENTIONS, which I sapose count for NOTHINK.
"Has for marridge.

Haltered suckmstancies rendered it himpossable.

I was gone into a new spear of life--mingling with my native aristoxy.
I breathe no sallible of blame against Miss H., but his a hilliterit cookmaid fit to set at a fashnable table?
Do young fellers of rank genrally marry out of the Kitching?
If we cast our i's upon a low-born gal, I needn say it's only a tempory distraction, pore passy le tong.

So much for HER claims upon me.