120 LETTERS OF THE [1640-41. meane to know it, which I blamed him on day for, and then he rwit to you. Your brother Tom is the likest you, and loues you dearely. I pray God blles you and giue you a comfortabell meeting with Your most affectinat mother, BRILLIANA HARLEY. Blechly giues him much content, and shee takes great pains with him. Deare Ned, let this incolesed letter be deliuered to my brother. I rwit to him, becaus I hard he was expected in the North. Mar: 19, 1640. Bromton Castell. Cv. For my deare sonne Mr. Edward Harley. Deare Ned-Sence I cannot liaue the greater part of my comfort in seeing of you, I am glad to my parte in this, that is next it. I much desire to heare the sugsess of this weakes debates in par- lament; I pray God it may be a happy one. Your brother Tom this morning is pritty well, but he had a very loonge fitt, from 2 a clooke wesday night tell 2 a clooke this thurs- day night ; he is very weake, but doctor Rwit puts me in good hope of him : the doctor came yesterday to me. This morning he has giuen him a purge, and I hope the Lord will blles it to him : his noos bleeds every fitt. I see him twes or thrise a day. Blechly takes a greate deale of paines with him, wacthes every fite-night with him, rises euery night to him, giues him all his glisters. I did not thinke, shee had bine halfe so carefull. I beleeue you pray for him; some times in his fitts he speakes a littell idell; but he did not, I thanke God, in this fitt ; but, poore hart ! he is very weake. But the doctor puts me in good hope of him. Your brother Robin dous exceedingly neglect himself, which is a great greefe to me; he is still
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