e would not
have thought of such a thing, had he not known that Andrew would have the
money to pay for't; and, over and above this, Mrs. Argent has been
recommending Captain Sabre to me for Rachel, and she says he is a stated
gentleman, with two thousand pounds rental, and her nephew; and surely
she would not think Rachel a match for him, unless she had an inkling
from her gudeman of what Rachel's to get. But I have told her that we
would think of nothing of the sort till the counts war settled, which she
may tell to her gudeman, and if he approves the match, it will make him
hasten on the settlement, for really I am growing tired of this London,
whar I am just like a fish out of the water. The Englishers are sae
obstinate in their own way, that I can get them to do nothing like
Christians; and, what is most provoking of all, their ways are very good
when you know them; but they have no instink to teach a body how to learn
them. Just this very morning, I told the lass to get a jiggot of mutton
for the morn's dinner, and she said there was not such a thing to be had
in London, and threeppit it till I couldna stand her; and, had it not
been that Mr. Argent's French servan' man happened to come with a cart,
inviting us to a ball, and who understood what a jiggot was, I might have
reasoned till the day of doom without redress. As for the Doctor, I
declare he's like an enchantit person, for he has falling in with a party
of the elect here, as he says, and they have a kilfud yoking every
Thursday at the house of Mr. W---, where the Doctor has been, and was
asked to pray, and did it with great effec, which has made him so up in
the buckle, that he does nothing but go to Bible soceeyetis, and
mishonary meetings, and cherity sarmons, which cost a poor of money.

But what consarns me more than all is, that the temptations of this
vanity fair have turnt the head of Andrew, and he has bought two horses,
with an English man-servan', which you know is an eating moth. But how
he payt for them, and whar he is to keep them, is past the compass of my
understanding. In short, if the legacy does not cast up soon, I see
nothing left for us but to leave the world as a legacy to you all, for my
heart will be broken--and I often wish that the cornel hadna made us his
residees, but only given us a clean scorn, like Miss Jenny Macbride,
although it had been no more; for, my dear Miss Mally, it does not doo
for a woman of my time of life to