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Tuesday Evening April [?] 1817 [?] M^r[?] Gibbons, no, that wont do, well let me say my der[?] boy, where are you, & how are you, I have not written but one letter in five year's, & I know I shall make ^a bad out, but you know I dont Care if I was Sure you wou'd Get it, I shou'd be satisfide, we receiv'd y^r letter for, Tom, but he was gone, or he wou'd have got up at Midnight to have answer'd it, but now we hear Nothing from you, I wonted Random to write to you & he intended to do it but he was Call'd to Westport, he has been the dady, since Tom,s been gone & has been very Steady, ant you glad of that, M Harcourt is living with us he is our dady this week you know how we do, O, my Child how many friends you have left in Newcastle, you are often the subject of our Conversation, poor Branan^s fall always lengthen's when your name is Cal'd Tuesday Evening April <ill> 1817
<ill> <unclear>Mr</unclear> Gibbons,
<p-bgn>no, that wont do, well let me say my <unclear>der</unclear>
boy, where are you, & how are you, I have
not written but one letter in five year's,
& I know I shall make <add>a</add> bad out, but you
know I dont Care if I was Sure you wou'd
Get it, I shou'd be satisfide, we receiv'd yr letter
for, Tom, but he was gone, or he wou'd
have got up at Midnight to have answer'd
it, but now we hear Nothing from you, I
wonted Random to write to you & he intended
to do it but he was Call'd to Westport, he has
been the dady, since Tom,s been gone & has been very
Steady, ant you glad of that, M Harcourt
is living with us he is our dady this week you
know how we do, O, my Child how many
friends you have left in Newcastle, you are
often the subject of our Conversation, poor Branan<add>s</add>
fall always lengthen's when your name is Cal'd

indeed it was two much, for you & Tom both to leave us at the same time, little Benny too all at once, yet here I am, setting in my Corner with a waiter on my lap writing to you & I think it he^lp's me, Tom. is on his way home he was at pitsburg last week he was well & in good sperits let me tell you what he said "Old M^r Gibbons Call,d at my lodging;s took me home with him I am much pleas'd Eligant old lady & a very Interesting daughter must go again . . . . I was prevented from finishing this letter by Company's Coming in, & now I fear it will be too late for the mail. yet I have a thousand little thing.s to say if you was here lying on your bed of Chear with your head in one of your Sister's laps. I shant undertake to tell [?] you how we felt when we got home after parting with you I was hurt to meet Tom poor fellow how he look't the girls ran up stairs, but presently return'd as tho' they had found their Brother dead. then as Fanny says I turn'd round & fixt my bed. but dear la_[?] I, ok, help us, the nail is stiking where you left it the poor robin has been almost shot to peaces but he wont fly away until you come. as Mr. S. Greg[?] writes to his Brother, I supose you hear all the New.s Fanny[?] says, peace & contentment love & good Nature it is all for yr own good, Susan, says tell him. I have got on my smove[?] ruff, well, heads or points, Miss Woodfork, is here. let us hear you are well if you can, do let us know you are not drownded. Asure Mr Gregg he is indeed it was two much, for you & Tom both to
leave us at the same time, little Benny too all at
once, yet here I am, setting in my Corner with
a waiter on my lap writing to you & I think
it he<add>l</add>p's me, Tom. is on his way home he was at
pitsburg last week he was well & in good sperits
let me tell you what he said "Old Mr Gibbons
Call,d at my lodging;s took me home with him
I <und>am</und> much pleas'd Eligant old lady & a very
Interesting daughter must go again . . . . I was
prevented from finishing this letter by Company's Coming
in, & now I fear it will be too late for the
mail. yet I have a thousand little thing.s to
say if you was here lying on your bed of Chear
with your head in one of your Sister's laps. I
shant undertake to tell <ill> you how we felt
when we got home after parting with you
I was hurt to meet Tom poor fellow how he look't
the girls ran up stairs, but presently return'd
as tho' they had found their Brother dead. then as Fanny
says I turn'd round & fixt my bed. but dear <unclear>la_</unclear>
I, ok, help us, the nail is stiking where you left it
the poor robin has been almost shot to peaces but
he wont fly away until you come. as Mr. S. <unclear>Greg</unclear>
writes to his Brother, I supose you hear all the New.s <unclear>Fanny</unclear>
says, peace & contentment love & good Nature it is all for
yr own good, Susan, says tell him. I have got on my <unclear>smove</unclear>
ruff, well, heads or points, Miss Woodfork, is here.
let us hear you are well if you can, do let us know
you are not drownded. Asure Mr Gregg he is

not for goten by ^us he has a full share of our good wishes M^r Armstrong too, -- I have been first put up my writing on account of Company & what not again yes & I have no time to say any more. I Charge you both to hasten to your parents for how can they bear to be so long seperated from their Children. I have no doubt but you have found a mother in every ~~where~~ place you have been, but none of them can feel more Interested in your welfare than your mother of Newcastle - - - - S. P. Coates[?] PS Old F says tell master Billy god for ever Bless him, S P C Jenny wont eat snaps not for goten by <add>us</add> he has a full share of our good wishes
Mr Armstrong too, -- I have been first put up my
writing on account of Company & what not again
yes & I have no time to say any more. I Charge
you both to hasten to your parents for how can they bear
to be so long seperated from their Children. I have no
doubt but you have found a mother in every <del>where</del>
place you have been, but none of them can feel more
Interested in your welfare than your mother of
Newcastle - - - -
S. P.<unclear> Coates</unclear>
PS Old F says tell
master Billy god for
ever Bless him, S P C
Jenny wont eat snaps