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 it for his reception. You once upon a day gave me hopes of seeing you there. It would be to me no small relief to have so good a friend to complain to. What would it be to you to hear me, when you could not help me, I know not. Cætera desunt, for the post cannot stay. Adieu.

R. HUNTER.

NEW YORK, MARCH 14, 1712-13.

UONORGH quaniou diadadega generoghqua aguegon tchitchenágareé; or, lest you should not have your Iroquoise Dictionary at hand, brother, I honour you and all your tribe; though that is to be taken cum grano salis. For one of them has done me much harm. God reward him, &c. For that, and what you want to know beside relating to me, I refer you to the bearer, Mr. Sharp, our chaplain; a very worthy, ingenious, and conscientious clergyman. I wrote to you some time ago by a merchantship, and therein gave you some hints of my sufferings, which are not diminished since that time. In hopes of a better settlement, I wished for your company. Until that comes, I can contribute to nothing but your spleen. Here is the finest air to live upon in the universe: and if our trees and birds could speak, and our assemblymen be silent, the finest conversation too. Fert omnia tellus, but not for me. For you must understand,