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Updated: June 16, 2025
The mercy be good unto me! Me thirty pounds! Where must I get thirty pounds! Does the joult head think I coin? Would he have me go on the highway? Who ever giv'd me thirty pounds? Marry come up! Thirty pounds? Why I came to Wenbourne-Hill with thrums immee pouch. Not a brass farthin more. And now show me the he or the hurr Shiner for shiner Hool a cry hold first?
P.S. I will write more at length tomorrow. Abimelech Henley to Sir Arthur St. Ives, Baronet Wenbourne-Hill Most onnurable Sir, my ever onnurd Master, The instructions you wus pleased to give me have bin kept in mind. Your onnur's commands is my duties; your precepts is my laws. For why? Your noble onnur knows how to command, and I knows how to obey.
To own the truth, honest Aby, after reading your letter, I had ordered the chaise to the door to come down again; but Anna St. Ives would not hear of it, so I was obliged to yield. But, as I tell you, my heart is with you; Wenbourne-Hill is never out of my mind. I could wish you to be cautious in your communications, Abimelech, concerning our money matters.
These are joys that swell and enlarge even his narrow heart, into something that endeavours to mimic urbanity. Whenever Sir Arthur mentions Lord Fitz-Allen, or the family consent, honest Aby in a moment conjures up Wenbourne-Hill, a hermitage, and a wilderness; and for the first day, if he found that dose not strong enough to produce its effect, foreclosures were added to the mixture.
I hear her feeble voice! Not even my Anna must rob her of my company, for those few remaining moments she has yet to come. I am her last consolation. I expect you will this post receive a letter from Frank, that will speak more effectually to your heart than I have either the time to do or the power. Frank Henley to Anna Wenbourne St. Ives Madam, Wenbourne-Hill
The lad that copied the anonymous letter has left Wenbourne-Hill! Is run away! No one knows whither! He went the very day on which your brother left London, to be present with you at Mrs. Clifton's funeral; and Clifton now denies, with pretended indignation, having had any knowledge whatever of this letter! Oh how audacious is he in error!
And now, I believe, there are no grounds in all England so wooded and shut in as those of Wenbourne-Hill; notwithstanding its situation on a very commanding eminence. We are surrounded by coppices, groves, espaliers, and plantations.
Whereof your onnur was a menshinnin a stagnation to be put in the spoke of the wheel of improvements. Whereof if I might a paradventer to put in my oar, I should say why that should be as it might a be happen. When if as I should ever live to see the glorious day of this marriage match rejoice the heart of Wenbourne-Hill, why then I should know how to speak my poor thofts. For why?
Who knows but Wenbourne-Hill itself may be one day all our own? I say who knows? There be old fools and young fools I tellee that Old planners, and improvers, and bite bubbles; and young squitter squanders, gamblers, and chouse chits Mark you me that And there be wax and parchment too Ay and post obits ; and besides all doosoors and perkissits. A what is money good for but to make money?
I am now convinced that, as they say of their Paris, there is but one Wenbourne-Hill. I do not know when the family will return to the country. The young people wish to enjoy the diversions and pleasures of the town; and I rather suppose we shall stay here all the winter. Perhaps we may take a jaunt or two, between this and the meeting of parliament. Not that any such plan is yet settled.
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