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dinary sweetness of her tone, even in familiar speaking, was very charming. Nothing was so pretty as her descending to play with little children, whom she would caress and humour with great delight.
"But she most affected [loved] to be with grave and sober men, of whom she might learn something, and improve herself. I have been assisted by her in reading and praying by me; she was comprehensive of uncommon notions, curious of knowing everything, to some excess, had I not sometimes repressed it. Nothing was so delightful to her as to go into my study, where she would willingly have spent whole days, for as I said she had read abundance of history, and all the best poets, even Terence, Plautus, Homer, Virgil, Horace, Ovid; all the best romances and modern poems; she could compose happily, and put in pretty symbols, as in the Mundtu Muliebris, wherein is an enumeration of the immense variety of the modes and ornaments belonging to the sex; but all these are vain trifles to the virtues which adorned her soul,—she was sincerely religious, most dutiful to her parents, whom she loved with an affection tempered with great esteem, so as we were easy and free, and never were so well pleased as when she was with us, nor needed we other conversation. She was kind to her sisters, and was still improving them by her constant course of piety. Oh dear, sweet, and desirable child, how shall I part with all this goodness and virtue, without the bitterness of sorrow, and reluctancy of a tender parent! Thy affection, duty, and love to me was that of a friend as well as a child. Nor less dear to thy mother, whose example and tender care of thee was unparalleled, nor was thy return to her less conspicuous; Oh I how she mourns thy loss! how desolate hast thou left us! To the grave shall we both carry thy memory!
"God alone (in whose bosom thou art at rest and happy!) give us grace to resign thee and all our contentments, (for thou indeed wert all in this world!) to his blessed pleasure I Let him be glorified by our submission, and give us grace to bless him for the graces he implanted in thee, thy virtuous life, and pious and holy death, which is indeed the only comfort of our souls, hastening through the infinite love and mercy of the Lord Jesus to be shortly with thee, dear child, and with thee and those blessed saints like thee, to glorify the Redeemer of the world to all eternity I Amen!
"It was in the 19th year of her age that this sickness happened to her. An accident contributed to this disease; she had an apprehension of it in particular, and which struck her but two days before she came home, by an imprudent gentlewoman whom she went with lady Falkland to visit, who, after they had been a good while in the house, told them she had a servant sick of the small-pox (who indeed died the next day); this my poor child acknowledged made an impression on her spirits. There were four gentlemen of quality offering to treat with me about marriage, and I freely gave her her own choice, knowing her discretion. She showed great indifference to marrying at all, 'for truly,' says she to her mother, (the other day,) 'were I assured of your life and my dear father's, never would I part from you; I love you and this home, where we serve God, above all things, nor ever shall I be so happy. « I know and consider the vicissitudes of the world; I have some experience of its vanities, and but for decency more than inclination, and that you judge it expedient for me, I would not change my condition, but rather add the fortune you design me to my sister's, and keep up the reputation of the family.' This was so discreetly and sincerely uttered, that it could
not but proceed from an extraordinary child, and one who loved her parents beyond example.
"At London she took this fatal disease, and the occasion of her being there was this, my lord viscount Falkland's lady having been our neighbour, (as he was Treasurer of the navy,) she took so great an affection to my daughter, that when they went back in the autumn to the city, nothing would satisfy their incessant importunity but letting her accompany my lady, and staying some time with her: it was with the greatest reluctance I complied. Whilst she was there, my lord being musical, when I saw my lady would not part with her till Christmas, I was not unwilling she should improve the opportunity of learning of signor Pietro, who had an admirable way both of composure and teaching. It was the end of February before I could prevail with my lady to part with her; but my lord going into Oxfordshire, to stand for knight of the shire there, she expressed her wish to come home, being tired of the vain and empty conversation of the town, the theatres, the court, and trifling visits which consumed so much precious time, and made her sometimes miss of that regular course of piety that gave her the greatest satisfaction. She was weary of this life, and I think went not thrice to court all thi3 time, except when her mother or I carried her. She did not affect showing herself; she knew the court well, and passed one summer in it at Windsor with lady Tuke, one of the queen's women of the bedchamber, (a most virtuous relation of her's); she was not fond of that glittering scene, now become abominably licentious, though there was a design of lady Rochester and lady Clarendon to have made her a maid of honour to the
'in, as soon as there was a vacancy. But this she did her heart upon, nor indeed on any thing so much
as the service of God, a quiet and regular life, and how she might improve herself in the most necessary accomplishments, and to which she was arrived at so great a measure.
"This is the little history and imperfect character of my dear child, whose piety, virtue, and incomparable endowments deserve a monument more durable than brass and marble. Precious is the memorial of the just. Much I could enlarge on every period of this hasty account, but that I ease and discharge my overcoming passion for the present, so many things, worthy an excellent christian and dutiful child, crowding upon me. Never can I say enough — oh dear, my dear child, whose memory is so precious to me!
"This dear child was born at Wotton, in the same house and chamber in which I first drew my breath, my wife having retired to my brother there in the great sickness that year, upon the first of that month, and near the very hour that I was born, the last, viz. October.
"16 March. — She was interred in the south-east end of the church at Deptford, near her grandmother and several of my younger children and relations. My desire was, she should have been carried and laid among my own parents and relations at Wotton, where I desire to be interred myself, when God shall call me out of this uncertain transitory life, but some circumstances did not permit it. Our vicar, Dr. Holden, preached her funeral sermon, on 1 Phil. 21, For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain, upon which he made an apposite discourse, as those who heard it assured me, (for grief suffered me not to be present,) concluding with a modest recital of her many virtues and signal piety, so as to draw both tears and admiration from the hearers. I was not altogether unwilling that something of this sort should be spoken for the edification and encouragement of the young people.
"Divers noble persons honoured her funeral, some in person, others sending their coaches, of which there were six or seven with six horses, viz. the countess of Sunderland, earl of Clarendon, lord Godolphin, sir Stephen Fox, sir William Godolphin, viscount Falkland, and others. There were distributed amongst her friends about sixty rings. Thus lived, died, and was buried, the joy of my life, and ornament of her sex, and of my poor family! God Almighty of his infinite mercy grant me the grace thankfully to resign myself and all I have, or had, to his Divine pleasure, and in his good time restore health and comfort to my family: teach me so to number my days that I may apply my heart to wisdom, be prepared for my dissolution, and that into the hands of my blessed Saviour I may recommend my spirit! Amen!
"On looking into her closet, it is incredible what a number of collections she had made from historians, poets, travellers, &c. but above all devotions, contemplations, and resolutions on these contemplations, found under hand in a book most methodically disposed; prayers, meditations, and devotions on particular occasions, with many pretty letters to her confidants; one to a divine (not named) to whom she writes that he would be her ghostly father, and would not despise her for her many errors and the imperfections of her youth, but beg of God to give her courage to acquaint him with all her faults, imploring his assistance and spiritual directions. I well remember she had often desired me to recommend her to such a person, but I did not think fit to do it as yet, seeing her apt to be scrupulous, and knowing the great innocency and integrity of her life.
"It is astonishing how one who had acquired such sub