Am sorry, but the lathchⒶemendation string is hauled in for repairs. The house is in the hands of the carpenters & decorators for the season, & no visitors received but the butcher & the grocer.

I’ve read the squi◊b which somebody handed you. I think you should have known I did not write that. I think you did know I did not write it. I think you must have known at a glance that the writer of that silly & witless production carries on b his shoulders a gourd full of rotten oysters in place of brains. Now I ask you if it was either friendly or generous in you to send such a thing as that abroad over the country with my name attached to it?—I who have never harmed you, in word or thought or action.