It is just the same with the King's Household. I have known some of the children go three miles from the Palace, to get a little wine mixed with water , Isa. Mr. Steward , adieu. The Lord entertain thee with the fatness of his house, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob. If you should be gone before I come again, leave a few lines, wrapped up, and buried in the ground close to this root of the sycamore tree, and lay a stone upon it.
Peace be with thee, whether in the uplands or lowlands.
The kingdom and all.