111. - To Mr. W. Perronet. 112. - To Mr. W. Perronet.

111. - TO MR. W. PERRONET.

Dec. 31, 1779.

MY DEAR FRIEND, - How do you do? I send a line to let you know how I am, and to wish you a Christian Christmas, and a happy new year. Now for me. My niece was married last Wednesday to a man who has grand children. The old colonel is already here, with two maids and a whistling, saucy footman. I would have got off already but I have not the key of the new lodging; my sister will not lead nor drive, so I must stay. I do not offer you a room now, for I do not know whether I shall stay there, as the place is damp by report. I would go and try Lausanne, if I could spare my brother’s help and company. I wish myself with you: O, for quietness and English friends! I have had letters from my parish, and they are not very good; I hope yours were better. I sent your papers to Mr. Monod, to proceed with those weapons. They went by the post. I hope he received them; inquire.

My health is tolerable. I am glad you have got a comfortable Zoar, and a quiet resting place under Miss Perronet’s roof. Remember me to her. Trust, believe, hope, love, and rejoice in hope, and pray for your affectionate friend,

J. FLETCHER.

112. - TO MR. W. PERRONET.

NYON, Jan. 17, 1780.

MY DEAR FRIEND, - I thought you would have been here long ago, which prevented my acknowledging the favour of yours. My sister has taken a little box where I am. There is but a little room, with a chimney, beside the kitchen. She herself lies here in the old house. If you come, we shall make shift for a little while in this country. I hope your business and mine advance, though slowly. I send you a letter from our friends. I have heard from Mr. Ireland, who has been ill, and talks of coming to meet us. Lord, meet and direct us in all things! Do not be dismayed; cast all your care on the Lord, and God will appear for England and for us. My love to Miss Perronet. My brother and sister send theirs to you. Farewell. Yours, &c,

J. FLETCHER.

113. - TO MR. W. PERRONET.

NYON, Friday, Feb. 1780.

MY DEAR FRIEND, - I long to know how you do, and to engage you to let me know it, I will tell you that I am pretty well, thank God. I have fenced myself, as well as I could, against the wind and cold, and have escaped a relapse into my rheumatic pains. I try to finish one of my little things to carry to Lausanne, and see you; but I do not get on as I wish. However, I have done my work, but the copyist has not yet done his, nor have I yet mended after him. I have had no news from England since I wrote last. How do your affairs go on? We have been chiefly without a maid here; for my sister sent off Marianne at Christmas: and soon after she sent off the girl, who caught a bad cold in tugging the wood from one house to the other. However, she is come again this week. Pray, have you got your hanger? We have not found it among your things which have been carried here. Mr. Pache, I suppose, called here with a parcel for you. My brother and sister desire to be remembered to you; she often asks me how you do this cold winter. No solid peace for us but in the Lord; and (blessed be God!) in him there is: I hope you take it freely, and enjoy it comfortably. Peace be with you and our dear friends in England! Remember me to Miss Perronet, and believe me yours, in Jesus Christ, J. FLETCHER.

If you choose to come to Nyon, you know you may have a bed at my brother’s, or half of mine here; for there is no other in the house, and my sister still goes to lie in the old house.

114. - TO MR. W. PERRONET.

March, 1780.

MY DEAR FRIEND, - I thank you for the letters you have sent me; I add, at the end, a line of thanks to your dear father. I am about two hundred pounds in debt in my parish, by a letter lately received. I must send them the money I designed to lay out in printing my little things. I should be glad to send fifty louis d’ors immediately, could you by means of Miss Perronet, or of some English at Lausanne, procure me a draught for London. I would have the money paid into Mr. Greenwood’s hands, to be remitted to Mr. York, at Shriff Hales, near Shiffnal, Shropshire. If the carrier would take it,