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Nover 25 1798 Philad:

My Dear Father,
     By the date of this letter, you may perceive that my Mother has made a beginning to write to you She desisted on account of a very bad, boil or sore on her left hand being so painfull--it was her Intention to have written yesterday--but [[know?]] [[all?]] [[underlined]] [[men?]] that day was--[[underline]] Woefull Saturday [[/underline]]--The Important day was big with buckets  & brooms, not a smile graced the long [[visage???]] of any of your household--Even [[Gunner??]] slunk into the wine cellar with his tail between his legs. 
     In Your letter of yesterday, you mention a Blacksmith shop - the shed next to me is empty, perhaps it may be obtained--but will it be worth while?
     The large monkey will not be among the number Killed--The Cassowary bird is here--Captain Farrier is [[rude?]] --and letters have been forwarded to [[Mrs.?]] Farriere some time [[first?]] from her husband by Captn Webb.--I Shall write, when I [[see?]] the Captn..--The Monkey is non descript.
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