| Description | Thanks him for his kind present of fish. They are all in health at Ryton; only some small discontents are arising there by reason of the writer's continued absence. The "filthy luere of this world is too apt to lead frayle Mortalls out of the way". Gives particulars of his new employment by which he hopes to profit to the tune of £200 a year.
P.S. Believes Owen is uneasy at the noise of the distractions of Ireland. Pray God send them peace. |