Jasper Mauduit: Agent in London for the Province of the Massachusetts-bay, 1762-1765. The Charles Grenfill Washburn Collection [of Letters and Papers, Volumen74

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Massachusetts historical society, 1918 - 194 páginas
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"Letters addressed to Jasper Mauduit, when agent in London for the Province of the Massachusetts-Bay"--Page v.

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