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LETTER CIX.

To Mr. W. Perronet.
(Who was then at Lausanne.)

Nyon, Noo, 9, 1779.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

You must not expect to see me as I designed. I am deprived of that pleasure, by a rheumatic pain, which fastened on my left shoulder, the Sunday after you set out. I have been almost crippled by it at times ; and it has robbed me of a good deal of sleep. However, it is not so violent now; and I find it a good goad to make me go to the Spring of help, health and comfort. No letter here for you or me.

When do you come back ? Remember me to Miss Perronet, and believe me Your affectionate Friend and obliged Brother,

J. FLETCHER,

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LETTER CX.

To the Same.

Nyon, Nov. 18.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I THANK you for your letter. I have been advised to apply a great plaister of turpentine to my shoulder; and I have partly recovered the use of it, (thank God !) though it is still very weak. They have no good Hartshorn drops in this country: But I drink a decoction of pine-apple, from the fir-tree, which is as warm as Guaiacum. My writing does not go on : But the will of the Lord is done, and that is enough.

I have had a letter from Mr. Ireland, who sends his love to you. He seuds no news. He stays in England to serve the office of Sheriff. I have stopped my chimney with straw, so I cannot have the draught occasioned by a fire. I would press you to come back soon, if I was not persuaded you are better off with Miss Perronet. I have been afraid our bad meat here would make you lose all your flesh. And, for the honour of Switzerland, I should be glad you had some to carry back to England, if we live to go and see our friends there. However, when it will suit you to return, your company will particularly oblige, My dear friend, Your obliged Friend and Servant,

J. FLETCHER.

LETTER CXI.

To the Same.

Dec. 31, 1779.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

How do you do? I send a line to let you know how I am, and to wish you a Christian Christmas, and a happy new year.

Now for me. My niece was married, last Wednesday, to a man who has grand-children. The old Colonel is already here, with two maids, and a whistling, saucy footman.

I would have got off already, but I have not the key of the new lodging ; my sister will not lead nor drive, so I must say. I do not offer you a room now, for I do not know whether I shall stay there, as the place is damp by report. I would go and try Lausanne, if I could spare my brother's help and company. I wish myself with you : Oh, for quietness and English friends! I have had letters from my Parish, and they are not very good; I hope your's were better. I sent your papers to Mr. Monod, to proceed with those weapons. They went by the post. I hope he received them; enquire:

My health is tolerable. I am glad you have got a comfortable Zoar, and a quiet resting-place under Miss Perronet's roof. Remember me to her. Trust, believe, hope, love, and rejoice in hope, and pray for

Your affectionate Friend,

J. FLETCHER.

LETTER CXII.

To the Same.

Neon, Jan. 17, 1780.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I THOUGHT you would have been here long ago, which prevented my acknowledging the favour of yours. My sister has taken a little box where I am. There is but a little room, with a chimney, besides the kitchen. She herself lies here in the old house. If you come, we shall make shift for a little while in this country. I hope your business and mine advance, though slowly. I send you a letter from our friends, I have heard from Mr. Ireland, who has beeu ill, and talks of coming to meet us.

Lord, meet and direct us in all things! Do not be dismayed; cast all your care on the Lord, and God will appear for England and for us. My love to Miss Perronet. My Brother and Sister send theirs to you. Farewell.

Your's, &c.

J. FLETCHER.

LETTER CXIII.

To the Same.

Nyon, Friday, Feb. 1780.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I LONG to know how you do, and to engage you to let me know it, I will tell you that I am pretty well, thank God. I have fenced myself, as well as I could, against the wind and cold, and have escaped a relapse into my rheumatic pains. I try to finish one of my little things to carry to Lausanne, and see you ; but I do not get on as I wish. However, I have done iny work, but the copyist has not yet done his, nor have I yet mended after him. I have had no news from Eugland since I wrote last. How do your affairs go on? We have been chiefly without a maid here ; for my sister sent off Marianne at Christmas: And soon after she sent off the girl, who caught a bad cold in tugging. the wood from one house to the other. However, she is come again this week. Pray, have you got your hanger? We have not found it among your things which have been carried here. Mr. Pache, I sappose, called here with a parcel for you.

My brother and sister desire to be remembered to you ; she often asks me, how you do this cold winter. No solid peace for us but iu the Lord; avd (blessed be God!) in Him there is : I hope you take it freely, and enjoy it comfortably. Peace be with you and our dear friends in England! Remember me to Miss Perronet, and believe me

Your's, in Jesus Christ,

J. FLETCHER. 'If you choose to come to Nyon, you know you may have a bed at my brother's, or half of mine here; for there is no other in the house, and my sister still goes to lie in the old house,

LETTER CXIV.

To the Same.

Narch, 1780

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I THANK you for the letters you have sent me; I add, at the end, a line of thanks to your dear father. I am about two hundred pounds in debt in my parish, by a letter lately received. I must send them the money I designed to lay out in printing my little things. I should be glad to send fifty louis d’ors immediately, could you by means of Miss Perronet, or of some English at Lausanne, procure me a draught for London. I would have the money paid into Mr. Greenwood's hands, to be remitted to Mr. York, at Shriff Hales, dear Shiffnal, Shropshire. If the carrier would take it, and give security, I have it by me; and would send it to you to Lausanne, if you do not find a more expeditious way. I think a bill is better in such times as these. If you are ready to set out, the weather is fair; and as my way seems every where blocked up here, I shall go back when you please. Remember me to Miss P.

Believe in the Lord'; cast all care of body, soul, family, friends, king and countrymen upon Him who cares for us, and trust to see his full salvation. My friends desire to be remembered to you. I no more invite you to half of my bed, unless you will help me to make it; for the little maid is gone again. Send me word how you do; and believe me

Your's,

J. FLETCHER.

I would write to our dear friends, but I fear the carrier is gone. If he is, please to put Angleterre upon my letter, and send by the post.

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