PRAY trust me with the “Church History,” as well as the “Worthies.” A moon shall restore both. Also give me back Him of Aquinum. In return you have the light of my countenance. Adieu.
P.S.—A sister also of mine comes with it. A son of Nimshi drives her. Their driving will have been furious, impassioned. Pray God they have not toppled over the tunnel! I promise you I fear their steed, bred out of the wind without father, semi-Melchisedecish, hot, phætontic. From my country lodgings at Enfield.