The following was communicated by someone calling himself Thomas Harden. The message was looked at by experts in archaic language and staff at the OED. None of them could detect a hoaxer at work...
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"Myne goodly friend, I muste needs say, how cometh this, that there are manye thyngs for whiche I hath no rekenyng. me thinketh it, that if thou cannot telle thee for what are in myne home, then I can namoor helpe yow than if myne witts had gone. I hath no kinfolk to fynd, myne wif was wreched with thy pestilence and the Lord didst take here soule and her unbore son (1517). Myne farme 'tis humble but it hath a pretty parcel o land, it hath redstoon footynges and cleen rushes on myne beteen floor. This season I hath much to do, I hath to sow myne barley for myne ale, 'tis that is myne craft and for whiche I am beste atte I fancy. Also I hath to go to Nantwhiche to myne cowthe freend Richard Wishal whois farme be so greet as as to turn a four yeer rotacion o fallow. I do envye him he hath much there, but nought that delits me moor than his cheese it cannot be equalled by any other for pleasantness of taste and wholsomness of digestion. I shall als calle atte Nantwyche Market 'tis not so great as Cestre market by thy crios but 'tis of som desport. I shall need to go to Cestre this season to get myne soes, myne goodly freend Tomas Aldersay, a tailor by craft, makes them sometymes, I als mayketh soes but non of myne swyne are reedy 'tis far costly unlest I need kil one. Do you knoweth the country of Cestre the Water Gate is a plas that bringeth many traders 'tis a shame the port doth shrink I can record greet shipps now they grow small by each tyde, but Cestre port is still greeter than that o Leverpoole I am oft to the east wall of Cestre. Cow Lane, 'tis not so tyresome than that bt the crios that it when myne fowl or swyne doth not trip up myne poore body I hear telle that thou art a teache in Hawardine doth yow meeneth Haodine cloth, thou still earn thy greetly sum of twenty pounds per yeer I recorde myne unfavourable dean Henry Mann, who is likened to a fissh "If any boy shal appear naturally avers to learning aft fair trial he shalt be expelled else wher lest lik a drone he should devour the bees honey."
Ney I cannot make merry on holy day for feer of myne lif myne freen was once a floytinge on a holy day did that hus ears pinned to thy wood bloc methinks when thou sayeth Dodleston yow meaneth Dudlestun. Myne Queen is of cource Katherine Parr."
Strange Encounters, Author Unknown, Paragon, Bath, 2000. pp. 193, 194
Although the author is not stated, I have feeling that it is Tom Slemen - am actually awaiting clarification on that. He writes a lot about paranormal events in this area.
Here's his website if you're interested.
Tom Slemen's website
So there you go - make of it what you will.
The book also says that the SPR investigated but backed off after being told that they could have the answer to a question they left, but only if the investigator was willing to lose his soul.
Hope you find this useful/interesting.
Peace,
MGGG
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