In my last, for want of something better to write about, I told you what a World of Fending and Proving we have had of late, in this little Village of ours, about an _old-cast-Pair-of-black-Plush-Breeches_, which _John_, our Parish-Clerk, about ten Years ago, it seems, had made a Promise of to one _Trim_, who is our Sexton and Dog-Whipper.—To this you write me Word, that you have had more than either one or two Occasions to know a good deal of the shifty Behaviour of this said Master _Trim_,—and that you are astonished, nor can you for your Soul conceive, how so worthless a Fellow, and so worthless a Thing into the Bargain, could become the Occasion of such a Racket as I have represented. N…
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