sett me to pack his Books. At first, he fayd he should onlie require a few, and good Ones. These were all of the biggeft; and three or four Folios broke out the Bottom of the Box. So then Mother fayd the onlie Way was to cord 'em up in Sacking; which greatlie relaxed the Bounds of his Self-denial, and ended in his having a Load packed that would break a Horfe's Back. Alfoe, hath had his Organ taken to Pieces; but as it muft goe in two feverall Loads, and we cannot get a bigger Wagon,-everie Cart and Carriage, large or little, being on fuch hard Duty in these Times,—I'm to 1665. 1665. to be left behind till the Wagon returns, and till I've finifhed cataloguing the Books; after which Ned Phillips hath promised to take me down on a Pillion. Nurfe Jellycott, being sent for from Wapping, looked in this Forenoon, for Father's Commands. Such Years have paffed fince we loft Sight of her, that I remembered not her Face in the least, but had an instant Recollection of her chearfulle, gentle Voyce. Spite of her Steeple Hat, and fhort fcarlet Cloke, which gave her an antiquated Ayr, her cleare hazel Eyes and smooth-parted Silver Locks gave her an engaging Ap pearance. pearance. The World having gone ill with her, fhe thankfullie takes Charge of the Premises; and though her Eyes filled with Tears, 'twas with looking at Father. He, for his Part, fpake most kindlie, and gave her his Hand, which she kiffed. 1665. They are all off. Never was House in fuch a Pickle! The Carpets rolled up, but the Boards beneath 'em unfwept, and black with Dirt; as Nurse gladlie undertook everie Office of that Kind, and fayd 'twould help to amuse her when we were away. But he has tidied up the 1665. the little Chamber over the Housedoor she means to occupy, and sett on the Mantell a Beau-pot of fresh Flowers she brought with her. The whole Houfe fmells of aromatick Herbs, we have burnt foe many of late for Fumigation; and, though we fear to open the Window, yet, being on the fhady Side, we doe not feel the Heat much. Yesterday, while in the Thick of packing, and Nobody being with Father but me, a Meffenger arrived, with a few Lines, writ privily by a Friend of poor Ellwood, faying he was in Aylesbury Gaol, not for Debt, but for his Opinions, and praying Father Father to send him twenty or thirty Shillings for immediate Neceffaries. Mother having gone to my Lord Mayor for Paffports, and Father having long given up to her his Purse, . . . (for us Girls, we rarelie have a Crown,) he was in a Strait, and at length said, "This poor young Fellow must "not be denied. . . . A Friend in "Need is a Friend indeed . . . . Tie "on thy Hood, Child, and step out "with the Volume thou hadst in thy "Hand but now, to the Stall at the "Corner. See Ifaac himself; fhew "him Tafso's Autograph on the Fly 66 leaf, and ask him for thirty or forty 66 Shillings 1665. |