DEAR M.
Mary and I are very poorly. Asbury says tis nothing but influenza.
Mr. W. appears all but dying, he is
delirious. Mrs. W. was taken so last night, that
Mary was obliged at midnight to knock up
Mrs. Waller to come and sit up with her. We have had a
sick child, who sleeping, or not sleeping, next me with a pasteboard partition
between, killed my sleep. The little bastard is gone. My bedfellows are Cough
and cramp, we sleep 3 in a bed. Domestic arrangemts
(Blue Butcher and all) devolve on Mary. Don’t come
yet to this house of pest and age. We propose when E. and you agree on the time, to come up and
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I do sadly want those 2 last Hogarths—and an’t I to have the Play?
Mind our spirits are good and we are happy in your happinesses.
Our old and ever loves to dear Em.
