with a bruise on his side, caused by the fall of his horse, which was
shot under him, as he went out with a party of horse against a party
of the Earl of Essex, in 1643. He was a very good and gallant young
man; and they are the very words the king said of him, when he was
told of his death: he was much lamented by all who knew him. The
third, Abraham, hath left no issue; I was the fourth, and my sister
Margaret, the fifth, who married Sir Edmund Turner, of South Stock, in
Lincolnshire, a worthy pious man.

My father, in his old age, married again, the daughter of Mr.
Shatbolt, of Hertfordshire, and had by her a son, Richard, and a
daughter, Mary. The son married the eldest daughter of the now Lord
Grandison, and the daughter married the eldest son of Sir Rowland
Lytton, of Knebworth, in Hertfordshire. My father lived to see them
both married; and enjoyed a firm health, until above eighty years of
age. He was a handsome gentleman of great natural parts, a great
accomptant, vast memory, an incomparable penman, of great integrity
and service to his prince; had been a member of several Parliaments; a
good husband and father, especially to me, who never can sufficiently
praise God for him, nor acknowledge his most tender affection and
bounty to me and mine; but as in duty bound, I will for ever say, none
had ever a kinder and better father than myself. He died on the 28th
day of September, 1670; and lies buried by my mother in his own vault
in Allhallows Church, in Hertford.

My father was born at Bemond, in Lancashire; the twelfth son of his
father, whose mother was the daughter of Mr. Hippom, cousin german to
the old Countess of Rivers. I have little knowledge of my father's
relations more than the families of Aston, Irland, Sandis, Bemond, and
Curwen, who brought him to London and placed him with my Lord