lingers with her storys there is always some truth in them - brought home a bush of Ling or heath to plant in the garden

beautiful one I forget the title it begins 'A witherd old gipsey one day I espied Who bade me shun the thick woods & said something beside' but the old woman that sung it is gone - the 'Old Guardian Angels' 'Banks of Banna' & a thousand others

began - my dear Anna taken very ill

that I was excessive ignorant to palm such ignorant impudence upon me for truth after he found that his scheme would not take he begd two pence & departed - he is the son of an odd fellow at Baston he is a little foolish in his nature & they put him a long while to school to compleat what she...

ballad is bad I did it in memory of the music & shall not alter it

window with three eggs in it I lookd again in March & found two young ones pen-featherd starved to death - she laid again in the same nest & brought off a fledged brood in April

the small-pox almost everybody catches the plague

young day follys - John Cue was once head Gardener for Lord Manners of Ufford Hall - he was fond of flowers & books & possessed a many curious ones of the latter among which was 'Parkinson'

recieves the ink very readily

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