who was not then in a condition to maintain him. Thus upon thorns he
stayed the October 1647. In the October before, 1646, my brother
Richard Harrison was born; and this year my sister Boteler married Sir
Philip Warwick, her second husband; for her first, Sir William
Boteler, was killed at Cropley-bridge, commanding a part of the King's
army: he was a most gallant, worthy, honest gentleman.

The 30th of July I was delivered of a son, called Henry, in lodgings
in Portugal-row, Lincoln's-inn-fields. This was a very sad time for us
all of the King's party, for by the folly, to give it no worse name,
of Sir John Berkeley, since Lord Berkeley, and Mr. John Ashburnham, of
the King's bedchamber, who were drawn in by the cursed crew of the
then standing army for the Parliament to persuade the King to leave
Hampton Court, to which they had then carried him, and to make his
escape, which design failing, as the plot was laid, he was tormented
and afterwards barbarously and shamefully murdered, as all the world
knows.

During his stay at Hampton Court, my husband was with him, to whom he
was pleased to talk much of his concerns, and give him there
credentials for Spain, with private instructions, and letters for his
service; but God for our sins disposed his Majesty's affairs
otherwise. I went three times to pay my duty to him, both as I was the
daughter of his servant, and wife of his servant. The last time I ever
saw him, when I took my leave, I could not refrain weeping: when he
had saluted me, I prayed to God to preserve his Majesty with long life
and happy years; he stroked me on the cheek, and said, 'Child, if God
pleaseth, it shall be so, but both you and I must submit to God's
will, and you know in what hands I am'; then turning to your father,
he said, 'Be sure, Dick, to tell my son all that I have said, and