│ │ │ │ │27│Easter Monday. Epping Hunt. │ ♊ ⚹ ♄ ♀ │ │ │ │ │ │28│ │ among │ │ │ │ │ │29│[Illustration] │ the │ │ │ │ │ │30│ │constellations,│ │ │ │ │ │31│ │ ☋ ♌ │ └──┴──────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────────┘ [Illustration: MARCH.—Tossing the Pancake. ] THOMAS GARDENER TO SALLY COOK. "I tak up my pen with much pleasure to inform yew that i hav bean quiet Mizzerabl evver sins i left my plase. Evvery think has gon rong from that day to this, i hav ad no Turnups to speek of in my gardn & no Peas in my mind. i offen think of the appy days we ust to spend, partickly our Soft tewsdys wen yew ust to tos us up them nice apel friters wile the rest of the sirvents was obleigt to put up with nothink but plane pan caks without nayther apels nor sugger. O saly! i offen sets & thinks that luv is jest like a friing pan & won's art like a pan cak frizzling in the midl on it. "Ive nevver repentid leveing but onst and thats evver sins. But i wasent agoin to stand bean dun out of my perquizzits by masters pertending he ad a rites to cum into the gardn wennever he likt & get my peeches & necktrings, jest becaws it was hisn, and giv away my Cabidges and Lettises without so much as with your Leaf or by your Leaf, to say nothink about the rumpus he maid about them 2 or 3 graps & acusing me of Boneing the Bone mannure, & wors then al, eaping them 2 tun of coles on my hed wich i no moor stole em then yew did saly, & after turning me away on account of the Coles wanting to Cokes me bak agen.