He will, in sending
my packet, send a most tedious parcel of stuff, of my oppressions, my
distresses, my fears; and so I will send this with it; (for Mrs. Jewkes
gives me leave to send a letter to my father, which looks well;) and I am
glad I can conclude, after all my sufferings, with my hopes, to be soon
with you, which I know will give you comfort; and so I rest, begging the
continuance of your prayers and blessings,
Your ever dutiful DAUGHTER.
MY DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER,
I have so much time upon my hands that I must write on, to employ myself.
The Sunday evening, where I left off, Mrs. Jewkes asked me, If I chose to
be by myself; I said, Yes, with all my heart, if she pleased. Well, said
she, after to-night you shall. I asked her for more paper; and she gave
me a bottle of ink, eight sheets of paper, which she said was all her
store, (for now she would get me to write for her to our master, if she
had occasion,) and six pens, with a piece of sealing wax. This looks
mighty well.
She pressed me, when she came to bed, very much, to give encouragement to
Mr. Williams, and said many things in his behalf; and blamed my shyness
to him. I told her, I was resolved to give no encouragement, till I had
talked to my father and mother.
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