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what he did not mean, - but that he had certainly rather have Miss Rich teach his children six months, than a common teacher fourteen years. Mrs. S. told Ann of it. Did you books and things get wet? And have you got your coat done & does it look nice? Mr. Gilman has not come yet; I very much fear we shall not move before haying. Things in general don't get along very fast, though pretty well I guess, considering there is only Charles & Eliab to do all the work. E. works like a good fellow.

         I forgot to tell you about the "Precefet" business . Mr. Walker settled it up without any further trouble to Charles. Charles will need to furnish a few dollars more to settle that, and the "Jennys and Marsh" bill both. 
        Once in a while, in a leisure moment I take up my Telamaque and read a little. I am most half through it now. It is very easy. I mean to study considerable this Summer, whether I am at home, or teach.
         The "Philadelphia Riot" made me think of a few words, - consequently I wrote them down. You may do anything or nothing with the, just as you please. [upside down] If I am not famous for writing long, vacant letters, who is? 
         Lines written in view of the alarming increase of Popery in the 
                                                                                                 United States
                                                                     God spare our land! our happy land! Trampling, in scorn, beneath her feet
                                                                       Oh let not error rule;                        The precious "Word of Life."
                                                                   Controlling, with an iron hand,              Let not the rack, the martyr's stake,
                                                                   The freedom of the Soul.                      The cruel, torturing wheel,
                                                           Let not the monster Popery rise                    In this, our happy country, make
                                                                    With cruelty and blood,                         Apostates from thy will.
                                                          And lift her impious hands & eyes,              Oh, spare our land! our happy land!
                                                                    In mockery, to God.                             And let not error rule;
                                                          Oh! let her not, with guilt replete,                   Controlling, with an iron hand
                                                            Here wage her sinful strife;                          The freedom of the soul.