22 LETTERS OF THE [1638.9. themselfes. Shurely they haue to highe esterne of man; for they can goo booldly to God, and loose themselfes before men. Remem- ber, thearefore, when you are with them, that you are but with thos whoo are such as yourself; tho some, wiser and more honnerabell. Your brothers and sisters, with Ned Smith, are well. Mrs. Pirson is still ill. I pray God spare her, if it be his will. I had a letter from my Lord, the last night ; I thanke God he is well. I heare that Duke Robard is brought to a castell with in 20 miles of Vienna, wheare he is keep clos prisinor; a senternall standing at his chamber doore with a drawne sword. My Lord Crauen is in the same place, but they come not to on another. My Lord Crauens ramson is 50 thousand pounds. My paper will giue me leaufe to say no more, but to conclud as I begane; the Lord blles you. Your most affectinat mother, BRILLIANA HARLEY. Janu: 19, 1638. Remember my saruis to your worthy tutor. I had but a littell time to rwite in ; yet I have scribelled ouer a longe letter. XX. For my deare sonne Mr Edward Harley. Good Ned -I reseued your letter by the carrier, and by the me- senger on frieday last. Your father was very vnwilling you should goo to any place without your worthy tutors company; and I douted the carriers comeing so soune as to preuent your tutors gooing to some other place, and that made me hasten a letter to you. I desire to be thankefull that the fier in Oxford fell not out in your hooves. I like it well that your tutor has made you hamsome cloths, and I desire you should goo hamsomely. Dear Ned, I am exceeding glad that you did seet Wensday a part; I hope the Lord did hear vs all; and noweour duty is, when we haue so prayed, and so promised, to be more wacthfull and obedient to our God, that we doo not turne againe to foolly, and like brokens bowes that start a side, for so we shall loose our paines, and the sweet frute of our
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