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 The Letter-Writer. 11 lings every week You and I can live on that, and I ſhall bring it home untouched on Saturday evening I will not go to any alehouſe, but as ſoon as my work is done return home to my dearly beloved Sally. I hope, my dear, you will not be angry, for I am reaily in love. I cannot be happy unleſs you are mine. I was afraid to mention this to you, but if you will leave an anſwer at my lodgings, I will meet you next Sunday, after din- ner, at the Shepherd and Shepherdeſs, when we illatke a walk to Her ſey-houſe and drink tea. How happy ſhall I be to hear from my charmer ; but a thouſand times more to think the will be mine. I am, my dear, your real lover.

The Anſwer.

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 wines What a miſerable life is that, Jack, and how do I know but you may be as bad to me! How do I know but you, like them, may get drunk every night, and beat me black and blue be- fore 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 ſo bad, for there is Will Copper, the bruzheri Psathe ais man, who are botbome ensang bulbandezwa ya utalentove every a hot joint of cat and a pot of verseker not yet what I ſhall do; but as I like a walk to forn.cy. I will