168 LETTERS OF THE [1642. you, and I wisch you were with me to morrow on the faire day. I hope they will be quiet, tho I somethinge feare it. I am sorry you finde that paine in your head. I beseach the Lord to free you from it, and to blles the phisecke to you, which you haue taken. I shall extremely longe to heare howyou are affter it; and pray, deare Ned, send me word particularly how you doo, or elles I shall not haue much contentment. I pray God that it be true, that the lords will return to parlament, which I thinke will much work upon others. Your brothers and sisters are well, only your sister Dorroty. I hope you take care of your sister Brill, and pray let me pray you to send me word, how my lady Veare likes her. Mr Braughton is now come that he may keepe the faire quiet, and Mr Floyd has mustered vp his fors ; andthen you must remember he is a buissy man. My cosen Cornewall is goone. I pray God blles you, as I desire my owne soule should be bllessed : and rest Your most affecting mother, BRILLIANA HARLEY. June 10, 1642. CLxIII. For my deare sonne Mr. Edward Harley. My deare Ned -I thanke you for your letter by Hackelet ; I much reioyce to heare you are well, and longe to see you. Your fathers horses could not be sould at the faire, thearefore I thinke and pleas God, to send them vp on munday or tusday, when I hope to rwite to you more at large, for now I haue defered rwiteing tell it be late, that I might let you know howe the faire went. I thanke God heatherto it has past quietly, but I was somethinge afraide, becaus they are growne so insolent. I hope this night will be as quiet as the day has bine. I pray God blles your phiseke to you ; and, deare Ned, let me know
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