My dear Charles—

I am quite ashamed of myself for being so troublesome to you—but goodnatur’d people you know always do get imposed upon —so I want to beg you to bring me something from M^r. Whitneys on Monday—it is a bottle of “Aspalterm”¹ an oil color—and also half a dozen small brushes if he has any—

I can’t go on with my Dairymaid without this color, so if you will bring it me on Monday—I can’t say how obliged I shall be to you— it is a very small bottle—it goes down to the Governor’s account there of course!— I got you an order for Halston² to day—so dont fail to come on Monday betimes, in spite of what all the Sisterhood may say or do to prevent you— the Black Charger is expected tomorrow—

Do bring me a juicy Book of some kind—any thing you can purloin— for I sadly want one— I dont care what it is—a book is a book—truism!

It is very late & if I dont finish the bag will be lock’d for the night and this wont get admittance—so excuse scribble & all the trouble I give you—believe me | ever y^rs— F. Owen— *S 2

Friday night—