The Letters of Sir Samuel Hellier (1736–1784)

For Master Hellier

My Dear 
I am very sorry these sick 
disorders come so often, I think
they are like your poor mamas
sick fits & mene, as to ye suit
I am sure could not hurt you 
but think your purges after ye 
measels were too weak if you 
would have me I will send to
your papa, but send me word 
your mind, I hope it wont be 
long before I see you hear 
& should you be ill will come 
see you but we have such wet
thundering weather & I have 
been thrice out in it, & it 
frights me I scare dare ride 
I hope to hear you are better 
dont drink too much mentr 
at a time, I have sent you 
a slice of cake least yours 
should be gone, 
/
I received your ring last night I hear
you are to have a new hat to day 
in haste but wanted to
know how you do 
yours S H