beheld the most ravishingly beautiful sunset on the bay I ever yet enjoyed in the lowlands. I shall not soon forget the rest
I enjoyed in your pure white bed or the feast at your fruity table. Seldom have I been so deeply weary - as for hunger Ive
been hungry still in spite of it all for aught I see in the illegible of the stomach may go hungry on thru life into the grave
beyond. Heaven forbid a dry year May wheat grow With lively remembrances of your rare Kindness I am very cordially yr friend
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