1665. to have us alle into the Countrie. Some of the Pig having beene sett afide for my Uncle, and Mother fancying it for her Breakfast, was much putt out, on going into the Larder, to find it gone. fayd it was the Cat. Betty, of course, Mother made Answer Answer, she never knew a Cat partiall to cold Pig; and the Door having been latched, was fufpicious of a Pufs in Boots. Betty cries-"Plague take the "Cat!" Mother rejoyns-" If the Plague “does take him, I fhall certainly “have him hanged." "Then we shall be overrun with "Rats," fays Betty. 66 "I fhall buy Ratsbane for them," fays Mother; and foe into the Parlour, where Father, having hearde the whole Dialogue, had been greatlie amused. At Twilight, she went to look at the 1665. 1665. the Pantry Fastenings herselfe, but, suddenlie hearing a dolorous Voyce either within or immediately without, cry, "Oh! Woe, Woe!" fhe naturallie drew back. However, being a Woman of much Spiritt, fhe inftantlie recovered herfelfe, and went forward; but no one was in the Pantry. The Occurrence, therefore, made the more Impreffion; and she somewhat scared, and asked came up if we had heard it. "My Dear," fays Father, "you "awoke me in the midst of a very "interefting Colloquy between Sir "Thomas More and Erafmus. How"ever, I think a Dog barked, or rather "howled, "howled, just now. Are you fure the "words were not 'Bow, wow, wow?"" Another Night-larum; but onlie from Father, who wanted me to write for him,-a Task he has much intromitted of late. Mother was hugelie annoyed at it, and fayd,— "My Dear, I am perfuaded that if "you would not perfift in going to "Bed foe earlie, you woulde not "awake at these untimelie Hours." "That is well for you to fay," very returned he, "who can few and spin "the whole Evening through; but I, "whofe long entire Day is Night, 66 'grow foe tired of it by nine o'Clock, "that 1665. 1665. "that I am fit for Nothing but "Bed." 66 Well," fays fhe, "I often find "that brushing my Hair wakes me up "when I am drowsy. I will brush "yours To-Morrow Evening, and fee "if we cannot keep you up a little 66 later, and provide founder Rest for "you when you do turn in." Soe, this Evening, fhe cafts her Apron over his Shoulders, and commences combing his Hair, chatting of this and that, to keep him in good Humour. "What beautiful Hair this is of yours, my Dear!" fays fhe; "foe fine, long, and foft! fcarcelie a "Silver |