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! No, he sayd, not a Man Jack on his 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.

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

my

Court - yard, my Father's especiallie,

louder than common; and distinguished

the

the words "Knave," and "Varlet," and "begone." Lookt from my Window and beheld a Man, booted and cloaked, with two Horses, at the Gate, parleying with my Father, who stood in an offensive Attitude, and woulde not let him in. I could catch such Fragments as, "But,

"Sir ! "

"this?"

"What! in such Weather as "Nay, it had not overcast "when I started." - "Tis foul enough

"now, then."

"Let me but have speech "of my Mistress." "You crosse not my "Threshold." "Nay, Sir, if but to give "her this Letter:" and turning his Head, I was avised of its being Hubert, old Mr. Milton's Man; doubtless sent by my Husband to fetch me. Seeing my Father raise his Hand in angrie Action (his Riding-whip being in it), I hasted down as fast as I coulde, to prevent Mischiefe, as well as to get my Letter; but, unhappilie, not soe fleetlie as to see more than Hubert's flying Skirts as he gallopped from the Gate, with the led Horse by the Bridle; while my Father

flinging