To the honorabell bench of Jester
the humbell parishon of Sarah
bugin< no role > Lyeing in new prison all
most started to death

And your pitishoner is a very poore
widow and has no frind in the world
to Releve nor heap me in the Lost and
heard I have Layer allmost tow months
in prison allmost starved to death with
hunger and cold and Caten up with
varment and cant Rase no nony
for tow paying fees for I cant dow
nothing to get a peny but carey grate
Lods from the market and had ben
six a grace will and was but newly
Recovered mid hapened to go into
anibors for A pint of drink and
the constables came in and cook a man
away and I sat by an they brove
me away and tow and put us in new
prison and the next morning they cased
us before Justes short and he discharged
us and they took and back for that
feese with they Recken tenn and six pecies
and god knows I am not Abell to Rase
ten on pence but most sartenly be
peresket with out your worships will
be p Losed to take it in to considerat she
said order my discharged out of prison and
your picishoner than Ever be bound to pray