Let em grumble. I allers found out that when a man is gettin up in the
world, that, like carrion crows hoverin over a sick animal, grumblers
fly about him, lickin their chops and watchin a good opportunity to
scratch him ragged.

When you git off joaks and set your congregation to laffin, don't it
make you feel scrumpshus?

As a _Klergical humorist_, there is stamps in you.

But Ive writ more'n I expected when I sot down.

It would delite me and Mrs. GREEN to have you and your good woman pay us
a visit.

If you'l come, drop us a line, and we'l open the front parler and invite
in a few first families to give you a lively time.

I'l have a coat of white-wash put onto the bed-room walls. White-wash
makes a sleepin-room smell sweet. Besides it makes bugs dust in a hurry.
My old woman is a sweet white-washer. I'de bet odds, that MARIAR can get
over more territory, with a white-wash brush, than the smartest
committee of congresses ever appinted to cover up some dark transaction.

Hopin these few lines will find you in apple-pie order, and able to
indulge in numerous frugal meals of hash etc., Ile now say _Adux_,

Ewers, Litterarily, HIRAM GREEN, ESQ.,