174 LETTERS of THE [1642. CLXIX. For my deare sonne Mr. Edward Harley. My deare Ned -I am not willinge to make an excuse for not rwiteing to you becaus I did so offten the last weake; but I am glad to doo it now. I hope we shall haue better nwes of the affaires than yet we haue, and I am confident the Lord will finisch this His greate worke. And the Lord in mercy hasten it, that the mouths of wicked men may be put to silence. Heariford is growne now wors than Loudlowe. You may gees wheaire they haue theaire incorage- ment. I haue sent your father another sermon of dr Rogers. In my opinion, it weare a most just work to punische him: but your father knows beest what is to be doun : but sure it is pitifull that a man should goo on so. I wisch with all my hart that the howes of lords would send for him, and that would make them startell in this cuntry; and I thinke the lords will be very sencibele of what he says, for he lays lyes enowe to theaire charge. Good Ned, put your father in minde of it. I doo longe almost to haue him punisched. I feare your father dous much neglect himself. Deare Ned, put him in minde of eate- ing in the morning. I pray God blles you, and giue you a comfort- abell meeting with Your most affectinat mother, BRILLIANA HARLEY. June 27, 1642. Brompton Castell. CLXX. For my deare sonne Mr. Edward Harley. My deare Ned -I hard very late this night that Mr Moore would goo to Loundoun, and I cannot let him pas without a letter; for, my deare Ned, beleeue me, I long to see, and how glad should I be, if you weare heare- at the fast. Docter Wright was send for to Mr James, whoo was very ill, and he, seeing Mr Moore with him, toold
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