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LETTER XVII

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my dearest daughter,

welcome, welcome, ten times welcome shall you be to us; for you come to us innocent, and happy, and honest; and you are the staff of our old age, and our comfort. and though we cannot do for you as we would, yet, fear not, we shall live happily together; and what with my diligent labour, and your poor mother's spinning, and your needle-work, i make no doubt we shall do better and better. only your poor mother's eyes begin to fail her; though, i bless god, i am as strong and able, and willing to labour as ever; and, o my dear child! your virtue has made me, i think, stronger and better than i was before. what blessed things are trials and temptations, when we have the strength to resist and subdue them!

but i am uneasy about those same four guineas; i think you should give them back again to your master; and yet i have broken them. alas! i have only three left; but i will borrow the fourth, if i can, part upon my wages, and part of mrs. mumford, and send the whole sum back to you, that you may return it, against john comes next, if he comes again before you.

i want to know how you come. i fancy honest john will be glad to bear you company part of the way, if your master is not so cross as to forbid him. and if i know time enough, your mother will go one five miles, and i will go ten on the way, or till i meet you, as far as one holiday will go; for that i can get leave to make on such an occasion.

and we shall receive you with more pleasure than we had at your birth, when all the worst was over; or than we ever had in our lives.

and so god bless you till the happy time comes! say both your mother and i, which is all at present, from

your truly loving parents.

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