Dear Sir,--I received your note and bill for supplying some
of my household with some rotten cheese-cloth out of your
store, which you have the infernal impertinence to call
muslin; also, five bottles of stinking bilge-water, labelled
musk. I don't know who you are, but you can tell your
employers from me, that I will see them roasted before I
will give my good money for their filthy and disgusting
Sydney trade goods, and when I drop across you, you will get
a head put on you that will teach you not to again presume
to interfere in my domestic affairs.
Yours very sincerely,
Wm. Henry Hayes.