in short, madam, we labour under an aggravated complication of insubordination, deprivation, discomfort, and alarm, daily and nightly, such as to shock my eyes whilst it grieves my heart, and i may almost say turns my head to be present at, without sufficient authority to dictate or power to enforce a course

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more consistent with the line of rectitude. as my sway does not extend to mr. davis, i humbly beseech your ladyship’s interference and influence in the proper quarter, in behalf, i may say, of a body of persecuted females, some of whom possess cultivated minds and sensitive feelings beyond their sphere.

i remain, respected madam,

your ladyship’s most obliged and very humble servant,

amelia phipps.

p.s.—one of mr. davis’s savage bull-baiting dogs has just rushed with a frightful crash into the china-closet, in pursuit of the poor cat.

to sir jacob jubb, baronet, m.p.

honnerd sur,

yure faver enclosin the ruings of the parlimint houses cam dully to hand, and did indeed put up all the hares on my hed. it cam like the bust of a thunder bolt. you mite hav nockt me down with the fether of a ginny ren. my bran swum. i seamed rooted to the hearth—and did not no weather i was a slip or a wack, on my hed or my heals. i was perfecly unconshunable, and could no more kollect meself then the hirish tiths. i was a long tim befor i cud perswade meself that the trooth was trew. but sich a dredful fire is enuff to unsettil wons resin. a thowsend ears mite role over our heds, and not prodeuce sich a blo to the constitushun. i was barley sensible. the currier dropt from my hands wen i cam to the perrygraft witch says “our hops are at an end. the hous of communs is a boddy of flams, and so is the hous of pears! the lords will be dun!”