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Maiden 6c Married Life



Afterwards Mtftrefs Milton.


Printed for ARTHUR HALL, VIRTUE, & Co.

at 25, Pater nojler Row.


Maiden and Married Life


Afterwards Mtftrefs Milton.


For eft Hill, Oxon y May ist, 1643.

* * * * SEVENTEENTH Birth-
daye. A Gyplie Woman at the Gate
woulde faine have tolde my Fortune;
but Mother chafed her away, faying
me had doubtleffe harboured in fome
of the low Houfes in Oxford, and
mighte bring us the Plague. Coulde
have cried for Vexation ; me had
promifed to tell me the Colour of
B my



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my Hufband's Eyes ; but Mother
fays me believes I mall never have
one, I am foe fillie. Father gave
me a gold Piece. Dear Mother is
chafed, methinks, touching this
Debt of five hundred Pounds, which
Father fays he knows not how to
pay. Indeed, he fayd, overnighte,
his whole perfonal Eftate amounts
to but five hundred Pounds, his
Timber and Wood to four hundred
more, or thereabouts; and the Tithes
and MefTuages of Whateley are no
great Matter, being mortgaged for
about as much more, and he hath
lent Sights of Money to them that
won't pay, fo 'tis hard to be thus
preft. Poor Father ! 'twas good of
him to give me this gold Piece.

Coufin Rofe married to Mailer
Roger Agnew. Prefent, Father, Mo-
ther , and Brother of Rofe ; Father,


of Mary Powell.

Mother, Dick, Bob, Harry, and I ;
Squire Paice and his Daughter
Audrey ; an olde Aunt of M after
Roger's, and one of his Couiins, a
ftiffe-backed Man with large Eares,
and fuch a long Nofe ! Coufin Rofe
looked bewtifulle pitie fo faire a
Girl mould marry fo olde a Man
'tis thoughte he wants not manie
Years of fifty.

New Misfortunes in the Poultrie
Yarde. Poor Mother's Loyalty can-
not ftand the Demands for her beft
Chickens, Ducklings, &c., for the
Ufe of his Majefty's Officers fince
the King hath beene in Oxford.
She accufeth my Father of having
beene wonne over by a few faire
Speeches to be more of a Royalift
than his natural Temper inclineth
him to ; which, of courfe, he will
not admit.



May 8th.

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Whole Day taken up in a Vifit
to Rofe, now a Week married, and
growne quite matronlie already. We
reached Sheepfcote about an Hour be-
fore Noone. A long, broade, ftrait
Walke of green Turf, planted with
Hollyoaks, Sunflowers, &c., and
fome earlier Flowers alreadie in
Bloom, led up to the rufticall Porch
of a truly farm-like Houfe, with
low gable Roofs, a long lattice
Window on either Side the Doore,
and three Cafements above. Such,
and no more, is Rofe's Houfe ! But
{he is happy, for me came running
forthe, foe foone as me hearde
Clover's Feet, and helped me from
my Saddle all fmiling, tho' me had
not expected to fee us. We had
Curds and Creame ; and me wifhed
it were the Time of Strawberries,
for me fayd they had large Beds ;
and then my Father and the Boys


of Mary Powell.

went forthe to looke for Mafter
Agnew. Then Rofe took me up to
her Chamber, finging as me went;
I and the long, low Room was fweet
! with Flowers. Sayd I, " Rofe, to
" be Miftrefs of this pretty Cottage,
" 'twere hardlie amirTe to marry a
" Man as olde as Mafter Roger."
" Olde ! " quoth me, " deare Moll,
" you muft not deeme him olde ;
" why, he is but forty-two ; and am
" not I twenty-three ? " She lookt
foe earnefte and hurte, that I coulde
not but falle a laughing.

Mother gone to Sandford. She
hopes to get Uncle John to lend
Father this Money. Father fays me
may try. 'Tis harde to difcourage
her with an ironicalle Smile, when
me is doing alle me can, and more
than manie Women woulde, to help
Father in his Difficultie ; but fuche,



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me fayth fomewhat bitterlie, is the
Lot of our Sex. She bade Father
mind that fhe had brought him three
thoufand Pounds, and afkt what had
come of them. Anfwered; helped
to fille the Mouths of nine healthy
Children, and flop the Mouth of an
eafie Hufband; foe, with a Kifs, made
it up. I have the Keys, and am left
MiftrefTe of alle, to my greate Con-
tentment ; but the Children clamour
for Sweetmeats, and Father fayth,
" Remember, Moll, Difcretion is the
" better Part of Valour."

After Mother had left, went into
the Paddock, to feed the Colts with
Bread ; and while they were putting
their Nofes into Robin s Pockets,
Dick brought out the two Ponies,
and fet me on one of them, and we
had a mad Scamper through the
Meadows and down the Lanes ; I
leading. Jufl at the Turne of Hoi-

of Mary Powell.

ford's Clofe, came fliorte upon a Gen-
tleman walking under the Hedge,
clad in a fober, genteel Suit, and of
moft beautifulle Countenance, with
Hair like a Woman's, of a lovely
pale brown, long and iilky, falling
over his Shoulders. I nearlie went
over him, for Clover s hard Forehead
knocked agaynft his Cheft ; but he
ftoode it like a Rock ; and lookinge
firfte at me and then at Dick, he
fmiled and fpoke to my Brother, who
feemed to know him, and turned
about and walked by us, fometimes
flroaking Clover s maggy Mane. I
felte a little afhamed ; for Dick had
fett me on the Poney jufl as I was,
my Gown fomewhat too fhorte for
riding : however, I drewe up my
Feet and let Clover nibble a little
Grafle, and then got rounde to the
neare Side, our new Companion
ftille between us. He offered me




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fome wild Flowers, and afkt me
theire Names ; and when I tolde
them, he fayd I knew more than
he did, though he accounted him-
felfe a prettie fayre Botanifte : and
we went on thus, talking of the
Herbs and Simples in the Hedges ;
and I fayd how prettie fome of theire
Names were, and that, methought,
though Adam had named alle the
Animals in Paradife, perhaps Eve
had named alle the Flowers. He
lookt earneftlie at me, on this, and
muttered " prettie." Then Dick
afkt of him News from London, and
he fpoke, methought, refervedlie ;
ever and anon turning his bright,
thoughtfulle Eyes on me. At length,
we parted at the Turn of the Lane.
I afkt Dick who he was, and he
told me he was one Mr. John Milton,
the Party to whom Father owed five
hundred Pounds. He was the Sonne


of Mary Powell.

of a Buckinghamjhire Gentleman, he
added, well connected, and very
fcholaric, but affected towards the
Parliament. His Grandfire, a zea-
lous Papifte, formerly lived in Oxon,
and disinherited the Father of this
Gentleman for abjuring the Romifo

When I found how faire a Gen-
tleman was Father's Creditor, I be-
came the more interefted in deare
Mother's SuccerTe.

Dick began to harpe on another
Ride to Sheepfcote this Morning, and
perfuaded Father to let him have
the bay Mare, foe he and I ftarted
at aboute Ten o' the Clock. Arrived
at Matter Agnews Doore, found it
open, no one in Parlour or Studdy;
foe Dick tooke the Horfes rounde,
and then we went ftraite thro' the
Houfe, into the Garden behind,



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which is on a riling Ground, with
pleached Alleys and turfen Walks,
and a Peep of the Church through
the Trees. A Lad tolde us his
Miftrefs was with the Bees, foe we
walked towards the Hives ; and,
from an Arbour hard by, hearde a
Murmur, though not of Bees, iffu-
ing. In this rufticall Bowre, found
Roger Agnew reading to Rofe and
to Mr. Milton. Thereupon enfued
manie cheerfulle Salutations, and Rofe
propofed returning to the Houfe, but
Mailer Agnew fayd it was pleafanter
in the Bowre, where was Room for
alle ; foe then Rofe offered to take
me to her Chamber to lay afide my
Hoode, and promifed to fend a Jun-
kett into the Arbour; whereon Mr.
Agnew fmiled at Mr. Milton, and
fayd fomewhat of " neat-handed
" PhilKs."

As we went alonge, I tolde Rofe


of Mary Powell.

I had feene her Gueft once before,
and thought him a comely, pleafant
Gentleman. She laught, and fayd,
" Pleafant ? why, he is one of the
" greateft Scholars of our Time, and
" knows more Languages than you
" or I ever hearde of." I made
Anfwer, " That may be, and yet
" might not enfure his being plea-
" fant, but rather the contrary, for
" I cannot reade Greeke and Latin,
" Rofe, like you." Quoth Rofe,
" but you can reade Engltfh, and he
" hath writ fome of the lovelieft
" ILngliJh Verfes you ever hearde,
" and hath brought us a new Com-
" pofure this Morning, which Roger,
" being his olde College Friend, was
" difcuffing with him, to my greate
" Pleafure, when you came. After
" we have eaten the Junkett, he
" mall beginne it again." " By no
" Means," faid I, "for I love Talking

" more

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" more than Reading." However,
it was not foe to be, for Rqfe woulde
not be foyled ; and as it woulde not
have been good Manners to decline
the Hearinge in Prefence of the
Poet, I was conflrayned to fupprefTe
a fecret Yawne, and feign Attention,
though, Truth to fay, it foone wan-
dered ; and, during the laft halfe
Hour, I fat in a compleat Dreame,
tho' not unpleafant one. Roger
having made an End, 'twas diverting
to heare him commending the Piece
unto the Author, who as gravely
accepted it; yet, with Nothing fulle-
fome about the one, or mifproud
about the other. Indeed, there was
a fedate Sweetneffe in the Poet's
Wordes as well as Lookes ; and
mortlie, waiving the Difcuflion of
his owne Compofures, he beganne
to talke of thofe of other Men, as
Shakfpeare, Spenfer, Cow ley , Ben


of Mary Powell.

Jonfon, and of Taffo, and Taffo's
Friend the Marquis of Villa, whome,
it appeared, Mr. Milton had Know-
ledge of in Italy. Then he afktme,
woulde I not willingly have feene
the Country of Romeo and Juliet,
and preft to know whether I loved
Poetry; but finding me loath to tell,
fayd he doubted not I preferred Ro-
mances, and that he had read manie,
and loved them dearly too. I fayd,
I loved Shakfpeares Plays better than
Sidney's Arcadia; on which he cried
" Righte," and drew nearer to me,
and woulde have talked at greater
length ; but, knowing from Rofe
how learned he was, I feared to
mew him I was a fillie Foole ; foe,
like a fillie Foole, held my Tongue.
Dinner ; Eggs, Bacon, roafl Ribs
of Lamb, Spinach, Potatoes, fa-
voury Pie, a Brentford Pudding,
and Cheefecakes. What a pretty




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Houfewife Rofe is ! Roger's plain
Hofpitalitie and fcholaric Difcourfe
appeared to much Advantage. He
aflct of News from Paris ; and Mr.
Milton fpoke much of the Swedijh
AmbaiTadour, Dutch by Birth; a
Man renowned for his Learning,
Magnanimity, and Misfortunes, of
whome he had feene much. He
tolde Rofe and me how this Mifter
Van der Groote had beene unjuftlie
cafte into Prifon by his Countrymen ;
and how his good Wife had mared
his Captivitie, and had tried to get
his Sentence reverfed; failing which,
ihe contrived his Efcape in a big
Cheft, which me pretended to be
full of heavie olde Bookes. Mr.
Milton concluded with the Excla-
mation, "Indeede, there never was
"fuch a Woman;" on which, deare
Roger, whome I beginne to love,
quoth, " Oh yes, there are manie

" fuch,

of Mary Powell.

(t fuch, we have two at Table
" now." Whereat, Mr. Milton

At Leave-taking prefTed Mr. Ag-
new and Rofe to come and fee us
foone; and Dick afkt Mr. Milton
to fee the Bowling Greene.

Ride Home, delightfulle.

Thought, when I woke this Morn-
ing, I had been dreaminge of St.
Paul let down the Wall in a Bafket;
but founde, on more clofely examin-
ing the Matter, 'twas Grotius carried
down the Ladder in a Cheft; and
methought I was his Wife, leaninge
from the Window above, and crying
to the Souldiers, "Have a Care, have
a Care ! " 'Tis certayn I fhoulde have
betraied him by an Over-anxietie.

Refolved to give Father a Sheepf-
cote Dinner, but Margery affirmed
the Haunch woulde no longer keepe,



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fo was forced to have it dreft, though
meaninge to have kept it for Com-
panie. Little Kate, who had been
out alle the Morning, came in with
her Lap full of Butter-burs, the
which I was glad to fee, as Mother
efteemes them a fovereign Remedie
'gainft the Plague, which is like to
be rife in Oxford this Summer, the
Citie being fo overcrowded on ac-
count of his MajefHe. While laying
them out on the Stille-room Floor,
in burfls Robin to fay Mr. Agne*w
and Mr. Milton were with Father at
the Bowling Greene, and woulde
dine here. Soe was glad Margery
had put down the Haunch. 'Twas
paft One o' the Clock, however, be-
fore it coulde be fett on Table ; and
I had juft run up to pin on my Car-
nation Knots, when I hearde them
alle come in difcourfing merrilie.
At Dinner Mr. Milton afkt Robin


of Mary Powell. 1 7

of his Studdies ; and I was in Payne
for the deare Boy, knowing him to
be better affected to his out-doore
Recreations than to his Booke ; but
he anfwered boldlie he was in Ovid,
and I lookt in Mr. Milton s Face to
gueffe was that goode Scholarfhip
or no ; but he turned it towards my
Father, and fayd he was trying an
Experiment on two young Nephews
of his owne, whether the reading
thofe Authors that treate of phyfical
Subjects mighte not advantage them
more than the Poets ; whereat my
Father jetted with him, he being
himfelfe one of the Fraternitie he
feemed to defpife. But he uphelde
his Argumente fo bravelie, that
Father liftened in earnefte Silence.
Meantime, the Cloth being drawne,
and I in Feare of remaining over
long, was avifed to withdrawe my-
felfe earlie, Robin following, and
c begging


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begging me to goe downe to the

Fifh-ponds. Afterwards alle the

others joyned us, and we fate on

the Steps till the Sun went down,

when, the Horfes being broughte

round, our Guefts tooke Leave

without returning to the Houfe.

Father walked thoughtfullie Home

with me, leaning on my Shoulder,

and fpake little.

May 1 5th.

After writing the above lafl Night,

in my Chamber, went to Bed and

had a moft heavenlie Dreame. Me-

thoughte it was brighte, brighte

Moonlighte, and I was walking

with Mr. Milton on a Terrace, not

our Terrace, but in fome outlandim

Place ; and it had Flights and Flights

of green marble Steps, defcending,

I cannot tell how farre, with ftone

Figures and Vafes on everie one.

We went downe and downe thefe


of Mary Powell.

Steps, till we came to a faire Piece
of Water, flill in the Moonlighte ;
and then, methoughte, he woulde
be taking Leave, and fayd much
aboute Abfence and Sorrowe, as
tho' we had knowne cache other
fome Space ; and alle that he fayd
was delightfulle to heare. Of a
fuddain we hearde Cries, as of Dif-
treffe, in a Wood that came quite
down to the Water's Edge, and Mr.
Milton fayd, " Hearken ! " and then,
" There is fome one being flaine in
" the Woode, I muft goe to refcue
"him;" and foe, drewe his Sword
and ran off. Meanwhile, the Cries
continued, but I did not feeme to '
mind them much ; and, looking
ftedfaftlie downe into the cleare
Water, coulde fee to an immeafur-
able Depth, and beheld, oh, rare !
Girls fitting on gliilening Rocks,
far downe beneathe, combing and



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1643 braiding their brighte Hair, and
talking and laughing, onlie I coulde
not heare aboute what. And theire
Kirtles were like fpun Glafs, and
theire Bracelets Coral and Pearl;
and I thought it the faireil Sight
that Eyes coulde fee. But, alle at
once, the Cries in the Wood af-
frighted them, for they ftarted,
looked upwards and alle aboute,
and began fwimming thro' the cleare
Water fo fail, that it became troubled
and thick, and I coulde fee them noe
more. Then I was aware that the
Voices in the Wood were of Dick
and Harry, calling for me ; and I
foughte to anfwer, "Here!" but
my Tongue was heavie. Then I
commenced running towards them,
through ever fo manie greene Paths,
in the Wood ; but ilill, we coulde
never meet ; and I began to fee
grinning Faces, neither of Man nor


of Mary Powell.

Beafte, peeping at me through the
Trees ; and one and another of them
called me by Name ; and in greate
Feare and Paine I awoke !

* * # * Strange Things are
Dreames. Dear Mother thinks much
of them, and fayth they oft portend
coming Events. My Father holdeth
the Opinion that they are rather
made up of what hath alreadie come
to pafTe ; but furelie naught like this
Dreame of mine hath in anie Part
befallen me hithertoe ?

* * * * What ftrange Fable
or Mafque were they reading that
Day at Sheepfcote ? I mind not.

Too much bufied of late to write,
though much hath happened which
I woulde fain remember. Dined at
Shot over yefterday. Met Mother,
who is coming Home in a Day or
two, but helde fhort Speech with




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me afide concerning Houfewifery.
The Agnews there, of courfe : alfoe
Mr. Milton, whom we have feene
continuallie, lately ; and I know not
how it fhoulde be, but he feemeth
to like me. Father affects him
much, but Mother loveth him not.
She hath feene little of him : per-
haps the lefs the better. Ralph
Hewlett, as ufuall, forward in his
rough Endeavours to pleafe ; but,
though no Scholar, I have yet Senfe
enough to prefer Mr. Milton s Dif-
courfe to his. * * * * I wifh I were
fonder of Studdy ; but, ilnce it can-
not be, what need to vex ? Some are
born of one Mind, fome of another.
Rofe was alwaies for her Booke ; and,
had Rofe beene no Scholar, ^Ar.Agnew
woulde, may be, never have given
her a fecond Thoughte : but alle are
not of the fame Way of thinking.
* * * * A few Lines received


of Mary Powell.

from Mother s " fpoilt Boy," as Fa-
ther hath called Brother Bill, ever
lince he went a foldiering. Blurred
and mis-fpelt as they are, me will
prize them. Trulie, we are none
of us grate Hands at the Pen ; 'tis
well I make this my Copie-booke.

* * * * Oh, ftrange Event!
Can this be HappinefTe ? Why,
then, am I foe feared, foe mazed,
foe prone to Weeping ? I woulde
that Mother were here. Lord have
Mercie on me a iinfulle, fillie Girl,
and guide my Steps arighte.

# * * * Jt feemes like a Dreame,
(I have done noughte but dreame of
late, I think,) my going along the
matted Paffage, and hearing Voices
in my Father's Chamber, juft as my
Hand was on the Latch; and my
withdrawing my Hand, and going
foftlie away, though I never paufed


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at difturbing him before ; and, after
I had beene a full Houre in the
Stille Room, turning over ever foe
manie Trays full of dried Herbs and
Flower-leaves, hearing him come
forthe and call, " Moll, deare Moll,
"where are you?" with I know
not what of flrange in the Tone of
his Voice ; and my running to him
haftilie, and his drawing me into his
Chamber, and clofing the Doore.
Then he takes me round the Waifte,
and remains quite filent awhile ; I
gazing on him fo ftrangelie ! and at
length, he fays with a Kind of Sigh,
" Thou art indeed but young yet !
" fcarce feventeen, and frefh, as
" Mr. Milton fays, as the earlie May ;
" too tender, forfooth, to leave us
" yet, fweet Child ! But what wilt
" fay, Moll, when I tell thee that a
" well-efteemed Gentleman, whom
" as yet indeed I know too little of,

" hath

of Mary Powell.

" hath craved of me Accefs to the
" Houfe as one that woulde win
" your Favour ?"

Thereupon, fuch a fuddain Faint-
nefs of the Spiritts overtooke me,
(a Thing I am noe way fubject to,)
as that I fell down in a Swound at
Father's Feet ; and when I came to
myfelfe agayn, my Hands and Feet
feemed full of Prickles, and there
was a Humming as of Roje's Bees,
in mine Ears. Lett ice and Margery
were tending of me, and Father
watching me full of Care ; but foe
foone as he faw me open mine Eyes,
he bade the Maids ftand alide, and
fayd, ftooping over me, " Enough,
" dear Moll ; we will talk noe more
" of this at prefent." " Onlie ju'ft
" te'll me," quoth I, in a Whifper,
" who it is." " GuefTe," fayd he.
" I cannot," I foftlie replied ; and,
with the Lie, came fuch a Rum of


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1643. Blood to my Cheeks as betraied me.
" I am fure you have though," fayd
deare Father, gravelie, " and I neede
" not fay it is Mr. Milton, of whome
" I know little more than you doe,
" and that is not enough. On the
" other Hand, Roger Agnew fayth
" that he is one of whome we
" can never know too much, and
" there is fomewhat about him
" which inclines me to believe it."
" What will Mother fay ? " inter-
rupted I. Thereat Father s Coun-
tenance changed ; and he haftllie
anfwered, " Whatever me likes : I
" have an Anfwer for her, and a
" Queftion too ; " and abruptlie left
me, bidding me keepe myfelfe quiet.
But can I ? Oh, no ! Father hath
fett a Stone rolling, unwitting of its
Courfe. It hath proftrated me in
the firft Inftance, and will, I mif-
doubt, hurt my Mother. Father is


of Mary Powell.

bold enow in her Abfence, but when
me comes back will leave me to face
her Anger alone ; or elfe, make fuch
a Stir to mew that he is not governed
by a Woman, as wille make Things
worfe. Meanwhile, how woulde
I have them ? Am I moil pleafed
or payned ? difmayed or flattered ?
Indeed, I know not.

* # * * i am f oe forry to have
fwooned. Needed I have done it,
merelie to heare there was one who
foughte my Favour ? Aye, but one
foe wife ! fo thoughtfulle ! fo unlike
me !

Bedtime ; fame Daye.

# * * * Who knoweth what a
Daye will bring forth ? After writing
the above, I fate like one ftupid,
ruminating on I know not what,
except on the Unlikelihood that one
foe wife woulde trouble himfelfe to

feeke for aught and yet fail to win.




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1643- After abiding a long Space in mine
owne Chamber, alle below feeming
ftill, I began to wonder moulde we
dine alone or. not, and to have a
hundred hot and cold Fitts of Hope
and Feare. Thought I, if Mr.
Milton comes, affuredlie I cannot
goe down ; but yet I muft ; but yet
I will not ; but yet the beft will be
to conduct myfelfe as though Nothing
had happened ; and, as he feems to
have left the Houfe long ago, maybe
he hath returned to Sheepfcote, or
even to London. Oh that London !
Shall I indeede ever fee it ? and the
rare Shops, and the Play-houfes, and
Paul's, and the 'Towre ? But what
and if that ever comes to pafs ?
Muft I leave Home ? dear Foreft
Hill? and Father and Mother, and the
Boys ? more efpeciallie Robin ? Ah !
but Father will give me a long Time
to think of it. He will, and muft.


of Mary Powell.

Then Dinner-time came ; and,
with Dinner-time, Uncle Hewlett
and Ralph, Squire Pake and Mr.
Milton. We had a huge Sirloin,
foe no Feare of fhort Commons.
I was not ill pleafed to fee foe
manie : it gave me an Excufe for
holding my Peace, but I coulde
have wifhed for another Woman.
However, Father never thinks of
that, and Mother will foone be
Home. After Dinner the elder
Men went to the Bowling-greene
with Dick and Ralph; the Boys to
the Fim-ponds ; and, or ever I was
aware, Mr. Milton was walking with
me on the Terrace. My Dreame
came foe forcibly to Mind, that
my Heart feemed to leap into my
Mouth ; but he kept away from
the Fim-ponds, and from Leave-
taking, and from his morning Dif-
courfe with my Father, at leaft



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1643- for awhile ; but fome Way he got
round to it, and fayd foe much, and
foe well, that, after alle my Father's
bidding me keepe quiete and take
my Time, and mine owne Refolu-
tion to think much and long, he
never refled till he had changed the
whole Appearance of Things, and
made me promife to be his, wholly
and trulie. And oh ! I feare I have
been too quickly wonne !

230. May 23d. At leafte, fo fayeth the
Calendar ; but with me it hath beene
trulie an April Daye, alle Smiles and
Teares. And now my Spiritts are
foe perturbed and difmaid, as that
I know not whether to weepe or
no, for methinks crying would re-
lieve me. At firft waking this
Morning my Mind was elated at
the Fallitie of my Mother's Notion,
that no Man of Senfe woulde think

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