Yes, Harry, & Bob, _Fithian_ is vulnerable by Cupids Arrows--I assure you, Boys, he is, Not by the Girls of Westmorland--O my dear Laura, I would not injure your friendly Spirit; So long as I breathe Heavens vital air I am unconditionally & wholly Yours--At Dinner, Mrs Carter call'd for the Chariot, Mrs Turburville will think me rude, unless I welcome her Home. I will take Priscilla this Afternoon & make her a visit--I saw in a moment that _Miss_ was better pleased with the notion of trotting off in the Carriage, than to be [blotted] up with Multiplication & Division--O yes, says Mrs _Oakly_, I know Dadda _Gumby_ at _Williamsburg_. I think you look as brisk, as hearty & as young now as you did ten years ago--_Gumby_--I & my old Woman, here Master, are the two oldest Negres in Mr _Carters_ Estate. Here we live, Master, on our worthy Landlords Bounty--The _Nurse_, _Betsy_, & _Harriot_ were at Gumby's House which stands about twenty Rod from the Garden--I was walking, with a Book in my Fist, musing & stumbling along--I saw them, I went up, & with a lower Bow than I should give to a Nurse, if Women were plenty, says I, pray Mrs _Oakly_ do you know Dadda Gumby? We stood chattering with the old African, or rather he stood chattering with us, relating one story after another, leaving some of his Narrations half untold, beginning others in the middle having entered into the true Spirit of Loquacity--Dennis, in the Height of a Story about his Grandfathers Uncle's harpooning a _Porpoise_ summoned me to Coffee--Mrs Oakly, will you walk?--Come Betsy--Where's Ben?--Says the Colonel has Ben r[e]tired from the World?--He rode out this Evening, Sir, about five o Clock for Exercise--Mrs Carter, Mr Carter, good Night-- _Saturday 9._