daughter Margaret. I found all the neighbourhood very civil and kind
upon all occasions; the place plentiful and healthful, and very
pleasant, but there was no fruit: we planted some, and my Lord
Strafford says now, that what we planted is the best fruit in the
North.

The house of Tankersly and Park are both very pleasant and good, and
we lived there with great content; but God had ordered it should not
last, for upon the 20th of July 1654, at three o'clock in the
afternoon, died our most dearly beloved daughter Ann, whose beauty and
wit exceeded all that ever I saw of her age. She was between nine and
ten years old, very tall, and the dear companion of my travels and
sorrows. She lay sick but five days of the smallpox, in which time she
expressed so many wise and devout sayings, as is a miracle for her
years. We both wished to have gone into the same grave with her. She
lies buried in Tankersly church, and her death made us both desirous
to quit that fatal place to us; and so the week after her death we
did, and came to Hamerton, and were half a year with my sister Bedell.
Then my husband was sent for to London, there to stay, by command of
the High Court of Justice, and not to go five miles from that town,
but to appear once a month before them. We then went again to my
cousin Young's, in Chancery Lane: and about Christmas my husband got
leave to go to Frog-Pool, in Kent, to my brother Warwick's; where,
upon the 22nd of February 1655, I was delivered of a daughter, whom we
named Ann, to keep in remembrance her dear sister, whom we had newly
lost. We returned to our lodgings in Chancery Lane, where my husband
was forced to attend till Christmas 1655; and then we went down to
Jenkins, to Sir Thomas Fanshawe's; but upon New Year's Day my husband
fell very sick, and the scorbutic again prevailed, so much that it
drew his upper lip awry, upon which we that day came to London, into