LETTER XCIX

_Abimelech Henley to Sir Arthur St. Ives, Baronet_

_Wenbourne-Hill_

Most Onnurable Sir, my ever onnurd Master,

I do hear of strange queerums and quicksets, that have a bin trap laid

for your ever gracious onnur, and for the mercifool lovin kindness of

sweet missee. Whereof I be all in a quandary, for it do seem I wus

within an ames ace of a havin bin chouse flickur'd meself. Whereby I

paradventerd before to tell your noble onnur my poor thofts on this

here Mr. Clifton match marriage, which is all against the grain. And

this I do hope your ever onnurable onnur will pry into, and see with

your own eyes.

Whereof I have a bin ruminatin of many thinks lately, and of the ups

and downs of life, so that I should sing oh be joyfool if as your onnur

would but turn them in your thofts, as I have done. Whereby my son has

a bin down with me; and I do find that sooth and trooth he be verily a

son of my own begettin; and thof I say it a man may be proud of sitch a

son; and as your ever gracious onnur wus most mercifooly pleased to

sifflicate, a wus born a gentleman, for a has his head fool and fool of

fine notions.

Whereby if your onnurable onnur will but a be pleased to lend a

mercifool ear to me, why mayhap I should a be willin to come down with

the kole to your onnur's heart's content. Why not? For I have a talked

matters over with my son, and a has said a many glorious thinks of your

onnur and of sweet mercifool missee, all a witch a learned from me. For

why? He is my own son, and of the issue of my loins, and I did always

giv'n the best of advice. A had his whole feedin and breedin from me,

and as a wus always fain to be a man of learnin why I taught him his

letters meself; whereof I have now reason to be proud of 'n.

But that is not whereof of a what I wus a goin to think to say. I wus

about to paradventer to proposal to your onnur that, if thinks might

behappen to come to pass in the manner of mercifool lovin kindness and

gracious condysension, the wherewithalls should a be forth cummin to

the tune of fifty thousand pounds: that is with the betokenin of all

proper securities of parchments and deeds and doosoors to be first

signed and stipilated, as heretofore have bin on like future occasions.

Take me ritely, your onnur; I mean for the twenty thousand pounds. For

why? I meself will be so all bountifool as to come down on the nail

head with thirty thousand for my son. And then we shall see who will be

a better gentleman, as your onnurable onnur wus most graciously pleased

to kappaishus him?

Whereby Wenbourne Hill would then be in all its glory; and mayhap your

ever gracious onnur might in sitch a case again go on with your

improofments. And who can say but the wildurness might a begin to

flourish? So that if your noble onnur will but think of that, why

thinks may behappen to begin to take a new turn, and there may be mirth

and merry days again at Wenbourne Hill. For I do know in your heart

your onnur do lamentation the loss of all your fine taste, and elegunt

ideers, and plans, and alterations; all of a witch have a bin so many

years a carryin on and a compassin at Wenbourne Hill.

Whereof I umbelly condysend to intreat your noble onnur would a give

these thinks a thinkin. For why? The lawyers might a then be stoptt,

and a spoke might a behappen to be put in the wheel of the

foreclosures; witch if not, as your noble onnur already knows, may not

a turn out to be altogether quite so agreeable, unless your ever

gracious and onnurable onnur should be so all mercifool as to rite to

me; whereof I could then give them the whys and the wherefores, and all

thinks would be smooth and smilin.

I besiege your most noble onnur to ponderate mercifooly of these

thinks, and of a dockin of the entail, and of a settin of the deeds of

the lawyers to work. Whereby every think may in sitch a case be made

safe and secure, not forgettin Wenbourne Hill; and the willdurness, and

mayhap the hermuttidge, and the grotto. For why, your noble onnur?

Where one fifty thousand pound be a forth cummin from, another may a

behappen to be found. But that's a nether here nor there, a savin and

exceptin the death and mortality of man, and the resurrection of the

just and of the repentin sinner in all grace and glory.

And so I most umbelly remain, with the thanks givin of goodness, your

onnur's most faithfool umbel sarvent everlastin to command,

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