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“ To my truely loveing wiffe Mrs. Herther Main waring, at Hol-
(t loway,” &c.
Nottingham, Sept. 3, 1642.
s< My sweetest, sweetest Love,
“ THIS is the third letter I have addrefied to thee, having
as yet never beene fo happy as to fee that name I love belt in the world, in
paper, thy owne. You cannot imagine how much affection I take to my
penn and paper, being that it can conteign our hearts, though at diftance
one to another; and truft me deereft, if it be poffible, it may diminiffi my
great and conflant affection to thee, if I faile of hearing from thee by the
returne of this poll. Send your letter to the Poft houfe in London, and
diredt it to me, to Mr. Bateman’s Houfe, at the Budge-end in Nottingham,
and it will be fure to be with me by Thurfday night.
“ Send me word, I pray thee, how you got to Halloway, where you
now are, and how you like, and how you have your health, and wheather
you doe not thinke of mee and wifh mee with you, or yourfelf with mee,
which I take God to witnefs I doe, forty times I thinke a day, and thinke
nothing accrues of happinefs and joy to mee, becaufe I want thee to beare
a fhare with mee.
<£ Heere I meete with many of my old acquaintance, and with Sam
Tuke every bower of a day almort: a word hath not parte betwixte us;
fometimes a leere. Hee is Captaine of a company of Dragounes; his
commiffion fealed, but he wants money; not of his owne, do not miftake
me; but of the King’s, and men and horfe too, for I am told he hath had
his commiffion figned thefe three weekes, and bathe not three men nor
horfe towards the compleating of his Company, which murt be an hundred
horfe and men ; I heare -—-but I will trouble thee nor myfelf
noe farther with him.
“ I heare much of a peace, and accommodation with the Parliament,
and 1 verely beleive all will end in a bonfire. ’Tis now twelve o’clocke,
Fryday night, yett the contemplation of the happynefs I have enjoyed
with thy (more than ordinary of thy fex) fweete felfe, putts mee foe farr
from fleepeing, that it is more contente nowe to thinke of thee, and reft
with a dumber to thinke and fancy I have thee in my armes, than never
foe fart and good a fleepe to a weary travelling man. What is newes, you
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“ To my truely loveing wiffe Mrs. Herther Main waring, at Hol-
(t loway,” &c.
Nottingham, Sept. 3, 1642.
s< My sweetest, sweetest Love,
“ THIS is the third letter I have addrefied to thee, having
as yet never beene fo happy as to fee that name I love belt in the world, in
paper, thy owne. You cannot imagine how much affection I take to my
penn and paper, being that it can conteign our hearts, though at diftance
one to another; and truft me deereft, if it be poffible, it may diminiffi my
great and conflant affection to thee, if I faile of hearing from thee by the
returne of this poll. Send your letter to the Poft houfe in London, and
diredt it to me, to Mr. Bateman’s Houfe, at the Budge-end in Nottingham,
and it will be fure to be with me by Thurfday night.
“ Send me word, I pray thee, how you got to Halloway, where you
now are, and how you like, and how you have your health, and wheather
you doe not thinke of mee and wifh mee with you, or yourfelf with mee,
which I take God to witnefs I doe, forty times I thinke a day, and thinke
nothing accrues of happinefs and joy to mee, becaufe I want thee to beare
a fhare with mee.
<£ Heere I meete with many of my old acquaintance, and with Sam
Tuke every bower of a day almort: a word hath not parte betwixte us;
fometimes a leere. Hee is Captaine of a company of Dragounes; his
commiffion fealed, but he wants money; not of his owne, do not miftake
me; but of the King’s, and men and horfe too, for I am told he hath had
his commiffion figned thefe three weekes, and bathe not three men nor
horfe towards the compleating of his Company, which murt be an hundred
horfe and men ; I heare -—-but I will trouble thee nor myfelf
noe farther with him.
“ I heare much of a peace, and accommodation with the Parliament,
and 1 verely beleive all will end in a bonfire. ’Tis now twelve o’clocke,
Fryday night, yett the contemplation of the happynefs I have enjoyed
with thy (more than ordinary of thy fex) fweete felfe, putts mee foe farr
from fleepeing, that it is more contente nowe to thinke of thee, and reft
with a dumber to thinke and fancy I have thee in my armes, than never
foe fart and good a fleepe to a weary travelling man. What is newes, you
ffiall