master, and this was his first journey: I then lying-in of my first
son, Harrison Fanshawe, who was born on the 22nd of February, he left
me behind him. As for that, it was the first time we had parted a day
since we married; he was extremely afflicted, even to tears, though
passion was against his nature; but the sense of leaving me with a
dying child, which did die two days after, in a garrison town,
extremely weak, and very poor, were such circumstances as he could not
bear with, only the argument of necessity; and, for my own part, it
cost me so dear, that I was ten weeks before I could go alone; but he,
by all opportunities, wrote to me to fortify myself, and to comfort me
in the company of my father and sister, who were both with me, and
that as soon as the Lords of the Council had their wives come to them
I should come to him, and that I should receive the first money he
got, and hoped it would be suddenly. By the help of God, with these
cordials I recovered my former strength by little and little, nor did
I in my distressed condition lack the conversation of many of my
relations then in Oxford, and kindnesses of very many of the nobility
and gentry, both for goodness sake, and because your father being
there in good employment, they found him serviceable to themselves or
friends, which friendships none better distinguished between his place
and person than your father.

It was in May 1645, the first time I went out of my chamber and to
church, where, after service, Sir William Parkhurst, a very honest
gentleman, came to me, and said he had a letter for me from your
father and fifty pieces of gold, and was coming to bring them to me. I
opened first my letter, and read those inexpressible joys that almost
overcame me, for he told me I should the Thursday following come to
him, and to that purpose he had sent me that money, and would send two
of his men with horses, and all accommodation both for myself, my