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Rh I will carry these predictions no farther than to the year 2001, when the learned think the world will be at an end, or the fine-all cat-a-strow-fee.

When that time comes, pray remember the discovery came from me.

It is now time I should begin my letter. I hope you got safe to Cavan, and have got no cold in those two terrible days. All your friends are well, and I as I used to be. I received yours. My humble service to your lady, and love to your children. I suppose you have all the news sent to you. I hear of no marriages going on. One dean Cross, an eminent divine, we hear is to be bishop of Cork. — Stay till I ask a servant, what Patrick's bells ring for so late at night — You fellow, is it for joy or sorrow? I believe it some of our royal birthdays. — O, they tell me, it is for joy a new master is chosen for the corporation of butchers. So farewell.

DEAR DEAN,

HOUGH you never answer any of my letters, and I can never have a line from you, except in parliament time about an Irish cause, I do insist that without delay you give me either by yourself or agents immediate satisfaction in these points. First, Rh