fourder what difrent wous wee have of this world & the other world two
good women Lived in A town whare I once lived one was sick of a consumson
Near Death both belonged to the Church very onnest only the well woman
was week in wous & thing says unto the sik woman I thinks you will see
my housbon doue tell him I and my son A greus very well and wee are all
well and the sow is piged and got seaven prittey pigs and fare you well
sister this I beleave is serting troue & so fare the well--I shall com
A gane in Littel while
and fourdermore I am for sum foue Decephons but very foue fouer then
Deathe preast craft is very good for what to make old women gront and
yong children cry and old fouls fling snort o ye's and brak up farimeys
Doun by untrouths Lying and swaring to A Lye stop I am a Live old me
I have heard your wickard stuff you have ingerd my frinds a plenty and
if you dont stop I will call forth one Abraham bishup to put Niklos and
all that trys to keep up Lying if there should be any such stuf in the
Land Church members pant to be fonnd of Desepchon thay are perfect but
if there is any put them with the tufe bourne the Roubege pise on it or
that feare Not wind or filth go by the Rackel breed and wos then tourd
I Like to sade Now shite stink strong bread & wine master botill houe
is the boull a black man a frind to John mekel jentel man from A Crows
Nest Whare Now where ass Cole cole ass whare whare Now whare o yefs sum
whare deare oilen Now the Ingons Lived there onle that Cant be he was
from hell whare his or was brother came from oyes oyess o yess a Crows
Neast or orgen pouler Down