He I sayd, my Month had expired. sayd, Nonsense, he had always askt me to stay over Michaelmasse, till his Birthday; he knew Dick had named it to Mr. Milton. I sayd, Mr. Milton had taken no Notice thereof, but had onlie granted me a Month. He grew peevish, and said "Pooh, pooh!" Thereat, after a Silence of a Minute or two, I sayd yet agayn, I must goe. He took me by the two Wrists and sayd, Doe you wish to go? I burst into Teares, but made noe Answer. He sayd, That is Answer enough, -how doth this Puritan carry it with you, my Child? and snatched his Letter. I sayd, Oh, don't read that, and would have drawn it back; but Father, when heated, is impossible to controwl; therefore, quite deaf to Entreaty, he would read the Letter, which was unfit for him in his chafed Mood; then, holding it at Arm's Length, and smiting it with his Fist,-Ha! and is it thus he dares address a Daughter of mine? (with Words added, I dare not write)-but be quiet, Moll, be at at Peace, my Child, for he shall not have you back for awhile, even though he come to fetch you himself. The maddest Thing I ever did was to give you to this Roundhead. He and Roger Agnew talked me over in soe many fine Words.—What possessed me, I know not. Your Mother always said evil woulde come of it. But as long as thy Father has a Roof over his Head, Child, thou hast a Home. As soone as he woulde hear me, I begged him not to take on soe, for that I was not an unhappy Wife; but my Tears, he sayd, belied me; and indeed, with Fear and Agitation, they flowed fast enough. But I sayd, I must goe home, and wished I had gone sooner, and woulde he let Diggory take me! not a Man Jack on his No, he sayd, Land shoulde saddle a Horse for me, nor would he lend me one, to carry me back to Mr. Milton; at the leaste not for a While, till he had come to Reason, and protested he was sorry for having writ to me soe harshly. "Soe be content, Moll, and make "not "not two Enemies instead of one. 66 Goe, help thy Mother with her clear-starch"ing. Be happy whilst thou art here." But ah! more easily said than done. "Alle Joy is darkened; the Mirthe of "the Land is gone!" Michaelmasse Day. (T Squire Paice's grand Dinner we have been counting on soe many Days; but it gave me not the Pleasure expected. Oct. 13. HE Weather is soe foul that I am sure Mr. Milton woulde not like me to be on the Road, even would Father let me goe. -While writing the above, heard very angrie Voices in the Court - yard, my Father's especiallie, louder than common; and distinguished my the |