1650.] which was safely sent after him, after the happy restoration of
the King. You may read your father's demeanour of himself in this
affair, wrote by his own hand, in a book by itself amongst your books,
and it is a great masterpiece, as you will find.

Within ten days he fell very sick, and the fever settled in his throat
and face so violently, that, for many days and nights, he slept no
more but as he leaned on my shoulder as I walked: at last, after all
the Doctor and Surgeon could do, it broke, and with that he had ease,
and so recovered, God be praised! In 1652, he was advised to go to
Bath for his scorbutic that still hung on him, but he deferred his
journey until August, because I was delivered on the 30th of July of a
daughter.

At his return, we went to live that winter following at Benfield, in
Hertfordshire, a house of my niece Fanshawe's. In this winter my
husband went to wait on his good friend the Earl of Strafford, in
Yorkshire; and there my Lord offered him a house of his in Tankersly
Park, which he took, and paid 120 l. a year for. When my husband
returned, we prepared to go in the spring to this place, but were so
confined, that my husband could not stir five miles from home without
leave. About February following, my brother Neuce died, at his house
at Much Hadham, in Hertfordshire. My sister, Margaret Harrison,
desired to go to London, and there we left her: she soon after married
Mr. Edmund Turner, afterwards Sir Edmund.

In March we with our three children, Anne, Richard, and Betty, went
into Yorkshire, where we lived a harmless country life, minding only
the country sports and country affairs. Here my husband translated
Luis de Camoens; and on October 8th, 1653, I was delivered of my