A BOY'S LETTER.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XII, Issue 229, 27 September 1877, Page 4

A BOY'S LETTER.

Ia the following specimen of a boy's letter there is such a truth of character -—80 much of that spirit of drollery mixed with mischief, which often prevails in the young human being; of (he male ses — that with him, wp declare it to be "capital fun." The letter proceeds from a country boy to his " friend io tow D:"— 11 Now, Bob, I'll tell you what I want. I want you to come down here for the holidays. Don't be afraid. Ask your sister to ask your mother to ask your father to let you come. It's only 90 miles. The two 'prentices, George and Will, are be to be made farmers of; and brother Nick ia took home from school to help (he agriculture. We like farming very much, it's capital fun. Us four have got a gun and go out shooting; it's a famous good one, and aura to go off if you don't full cock ic. Tiger is to be our shooting dog, as soon as he leaves off killing sheep. He's real savage, and worries cats beautiful. Before father comes down we mean to bait one bull with him. There's plenty of new rivers round here, and we're going out fishing, as soon as we have mended the topjoint. We've a pony, too, to ride on, when we can catch him ; but he's loose now, and has neither main nor tail to signify to lay hold of. Isn't it prime Bob? You must come. If your mother won't give your father leave to allow you, run away. Remember you turn up CroaweU street to go to Lincolnshire and ask for Middle-fen Hall. There's a pond full of frogs but we won't pelt them till you come, but let it be before Sunday, as there's our own orchard to rob, and the fruit's to be gathered on Mondry. If you like sucking raw eggs, we know where all the hens lay and mother doa't ; and I'm bound there's lots of birds' nests, Do come, Bob, and I'll show you the wasp's nest and anything that can comfort you. I dare say you can borrow your father's volunteer musket of him without his knowing anything about it ; but be Bure anyhow to bring the ramrod as we mislaid ours by firing it off. Good-bye Bob."