| Description | My dear Son,
The inclosed is all I can say to the Mint; pray shew it them.
I am over fateagued and hurry'd out of my life by various things. I am also unwell with my old disorder, caused by rideing seven or eight hours a day in a hackney coach, which makes my water like blood.
Brown's coming up could answer no end. I can't give him any directions but what can be done better by the post.
My love to your dear sister, to Miss Mynd, &c. Yours affectionately,
M. B. |