My Dears I have rote these few lines to you hoping thy will find you all in good health as thy leaves us all at present except my self for I am gitting a poor old woman now and my worke is done I dear say you heard of my marsters shouting of himself poor man I should not have wanted bread if he had been alive all thou I have to know what it is now to want for I get only 1 pound to live upon no flower allowd me I was up to my marsters that morning he shot himself before thear was anyy one got into the room whear it was don I shall never the sight I swear then my dears I hop you will rite to me and let me know how you all are for I think long to hear from you all for I think you have forgot us all for we have send 2 letters before but have not received anny answer so I hope you rite as soon as you can I should like to see you all if I could but that weill never be hear on earth but I hope we shall all meet in heven I had a letter from laystaff to say that my sister is dead she died in December I hope God have took her home she was a great sufferer she had to be lifted in a out of bed for 3 years I hope you will write and let me know how my poor unhappy boy George is for I am afraid he go on but verry bad I thought we should have seen some of the young men over before now as we heard they weare got to London but they are a long time a coming down but I hope they will get down this summer I hope you will rite soon then I will rite to you and tell you all the news I can so no more at present from your loven mother

Ann Broughton

Robeart and his wife send their love to you all William and his wife send thear love and all the famleys receve the same from my self you must excuse all blots and blunders so feear well