ruined it; but your good management can conquer the weather. But Charles Grattan[1] the critick, says, the cocks are too large, considering the bad weather, and that there is danger they may heat. You know best.
Mrs. Johnson says you are an ill manager; for you have lost me above three hundred apples, and only saved me twelve hundred pounds.
Do not tell me of difficulties how to keep the from the wallfruit[2]. You have got so ill a reputation by getting my money, that I can take no excuse; and I will have the thing effectually done, though it should cost me ten groats. Pray let the ground be levelled as you please, as it must likewise be new dunged, as good husbandry requires; friend Ellis will assist you.
I am quite undone by the knavery of Sheriff and White, and all you have done for me with Mr. Pratt signifies nothing, if I must lose ten pounds.
I had your letter about Mrs. Johnson's money, and she thanks you for your care; and says, considering her poverty, you have done as much for her as for me. But I thought my letter to you was enough, without a letter of attorney; for all money matters I am the greatest cully alive.
Little good may do you with your favourable weather; we have had but five good days these twelve weeks.
The ladies are pretty well; but Mrs. Johnson, after a fortnight's great amendment, had yesterday a very bad day; she is now much better. They both
- ↑ Master of the freeschool at Enniskillen.
- ↑ In Naboth's vineyard.
