Thursday Morn:

The contents of my Dear Friends Letter surprised me much
I read it over three or four times before I cou’d convince
myself that I was right: am determined from this time to
give up all thoughts of going to Chesterfield: therefore if
we shou’d be so Happy to meet; the surprise will be the
more agreeable. I am very sorry we have lost Jack, as his being
at home wou’d have been of consequence to us: there is
some consalation in thinking it might of been wors; had
he been order’d to America — I have not seen James yet
supose he his gone to Manchester, poor M^rs Shuttleworth
I pitty her much; it must be very distressing to have her
Sons took from her at this time; indeed I think Jack out
to have provided her with a companion. I am half in
mind to, scold you for suffering or encouraging a thought of
my ever deceiving you, if I ever prove unfaithfull to you
I am a stranger to myself: and will then give you
leave to say their is no truth in Woman
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I As {^thought} we my Amiable {^Friend}, were united by the strongest ties
of Friendship: suppress all disponding thoughts for
the future: and what ever confidence you repose in
me, I will indavour to deserve: your {^privatist} privattest thoughts
will be as safe as, in your own Brest _ have a deal
more to say but writing is so painful to me
M^rs Dixon got me some Osters last Week I thought
they did me a deal of good I was so much better
on Saturday I unfortunately got cold, and my Cough
was so bad that on Tusday M^r Holland was sent
for to Bleed me I hope I am know a little better
I have got another troublesome complaint -
{^I suppose} its a boil on my Bum: if not am afraid it
is something Worse; I have the greatest difficulty in
sitting down. As its uncertain when I shall have
the happyness to see you; must beg to be indulged with
a Letter {^as} often as you can make it convenient, as it
is one of my greatest pleasures now.
I am my Dear M^rs Hares, ever
faithfull and Sincere Friend
My Aunt Hinde begs her Love. M Moore

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M^rs Hare

M^rs Hare Mary Moore

Cowley

Thursday Morn:

The contents of my Dear Friends Letter surprised me much
I read it over three or four times before I cou’d convince
myself that I was right: am determined from this time to
give up all thoughts of going to Chesterfield: therefore if
we should be so Happy to meet; the surprise will be the
more agreeable. I am very sorry we have lost Jack, as his being
at home wou’d have been of consequence to us: there is
some consolation in thinking it might of been worse; had
he been ordered to America — I have not seen James yet
suppose he is gone to Manchester, poor M^rs Shuttleworth
I pity her much; it must be very distressing to have her
Sons took from her at this time; indeed I think Jack out
to have provided her with a companion. I am half in
mind to, scold you for suffering or encouraging a thought of
my ever deceiving you, if I ever prove unfaithful to you
I am a stranger to myself: and will then give you
leave to say there is no truth in Woman
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I As {^thought} we my Amiable {^Friend}, were united by the strongest ties
of Friendship: suppress all disponding thoughts for
the future: and what ever confidence you repose in
me, I will endeavor to deserve: your {^privatist} privattest thoughts
will be as safe as, in your own Brest _ have a deal
more to say but writing is so painful to me
M^rs Dixon got me some Oysters last Week I thought
they did me a deal of good I was so much better
on Saturday I unfortunately got cold, and my Cough
was so bad that on Tuesday M^r Holland was sent
for to Bleed me I hope I am now a little better
I have got another troublesome complaint -
{^I suppose} its a boil on my Bum: if not am afraid it
is something Worse; I have the greatest difficulty in
sitting down. As its uncertain when I shall have
the happyness to see you; must beg to be indulged with
a Letter {^as} often as you can make it convenient, as it
is one of my greatest pleasures now.
I am my Dear M^rs Hares, ever
faithfull and Sincere Friend
My Aunt Hinde begs her Love. M Moore

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[vertical text]
Hare
Hare
Hare
M^rs Hare

M^rs Hare Mary Moore

Cowley