fourder mister for A minester to git the tone is a grat pint when I
lived in hamsher one Noue Lit babstis babler sobed A way just fineshing
his sermon he says o good Lord I hop you will consider what foue hints
I have given and I will cleare it up sum time hence I am much wore down
now the wether being very worme to day Less bray & so went on fire fire
& brimstone & grunting & fithing and tried to cry & snufel & blow the
sconks horne & sum the old souls & yong fouls sot to crying I tuck my
hat and went out houe mankind & women kind is imposed upon all over the
world more or less by preast craft o for shame o for shame I pittey them
be onnest doue as you would wish others to doue unto you in all things
Now fear of Death Amen