Dear Brother Joseph the time seams long since I saw you, And my Constant Labour in the vinyard has prevented my wrightng Untill now, My helth is nothing Extroidinary, about, usual. helth is on the recovrey A Docter in these parts Celebrated for the Cure of Dropseys is a working wonders upon her. The prospect of her being released of her Loathsom diseas Will Keep us till spring before returning to , I find the times are very hard abroad And quite different from what they were Two years ago money is harder to be got. And predgudice Equaly as strong And Friends as scarce Since the revolution The people appears to be affraid of Evry thing they see and hear And Eaven will deny their own Eye sight For fear of being deluded And they not have power to prevent it without They act Contirary to all light and Knowledge. The saints where I have travled as yet, Are generaley poor and some of them that are the most Liberal have ben skinned to the Backbone And others again are not Entirley Clear of the Charge of selfishness and the fear of being deluded Aghainst their will Concequentley hold on to the purse, Expecting Evry minuite when another Expose or some old Experianced Rat will Jump [p. [1]]