Chancery Lane, but not to my cousin Young's, but to a house we took of
Sir George Carey, for a year. There by the advice of Doctor Bathurst
and Doctor Ridgley, my husband took physic for two months together,
and at last, God be praised! he perfectly recovered his sickness, and
his lip was as well as ever.

In this house, upon the 12th day of July in 1656, I was delivered of a
daughter, named Mary; and in this month died my second daughter,
Elizabeth, that I had left with my sister Boteler, at Frog-Pool, to
see if that air would recover her; but she died of a hectic fever, and
lies buried in the church of Foots Cray. My husband, weary of the
town, and being advised to go into the country for his health,
procured leave to go in September to Bengy, in Hertford, to a little
house lent us by my brother Fanshawe.

It happened at that time there was a very ill kind of fever, of which
many died, and it ran generally through all families: this we and all
our family fell sick of, and my husband's and mine after some months
turned to quartan agues; but I being with child, none thought I could
live, for I was brought to bed of a son in November,[Footnote: "This
son, Henry, lies buried in Bengy church."] ten weeks before my time;
and thence forward until April 1658, I had two fits every day, that
brought me so low that I was like an anatomy. I never stirred out of
my bed seven months, nor during that time eat flesh, nor fish, nor
bread, but sage posset drink, and pancake or eggs, or now and then a
turnip or carrot. Your father was likewise very ill, but he rose out
of his bed some hours daily, and had such a greediness upon him, that
he would eat and drink more than ordinary persons that eat most,
though he could not stand upright without being held, and in perpetual
sweats, and that so violent that it ran down day and night like water.