a walk to Hornſey-Houſe and drink tea. How happy ſhall I be to hear from my charmer! But a thouſand times more ſo, to think that ſhe will be mine!!!
I am, my Dear, your real Lover.
LETTER II.
Anſwer to the foregoing.
Dear Jack,
I received your very kind Letter, but I don't know what to ſay in anſwer.— Although I would be glad to marry, yet you men are ſo deceiving that there is no ſuch thing as truſting you. There is Tom Timber, the carpenter, and Jack Hammer, the ſmith, who have not been married above ſix months, and every night come home drunk, and beat their wives. What a miſerable life is that, Jack, and how do! know but you may be as bad to me? How do I know but you, like him, may get drunk every night, and bear me black and blue before morning? I do aſſure you, Jack, if I thought that would be the caſe I would ſcrub floors and ſcour ſaucepans as long as I live. But poſſibly you may not be
