LETTERS OF PETER WENTWORTH. lO/
grant it to any but you. Lord Stairs is going to be marryed to a great fortune. Poor Lady Conaway is dead, and left fower daughters behynd. Our neabour Mrs. Loe has just such a hous as your sister Arundel's ; she keeps her charret and footman, her neic a very prety sober discreet young woman livs with her, which is a fortune, and will be her air. The other day Mrs. Loe's sister which lay at an apothecary's had lockt herself in her chamber, her made went down, and she setting by a stoav great as myne is, a baskit with oringis standing by, she stooped to retch one oring, set her night rail a fyer. She went to doe it out, burnt her hands, but could not put it out, so went to the doar called the made was comming before she called, and the apothecary hearing her cry out, ran up ; but all they could doe to save her lyfe could not longer then a fortnight, she had holse burnt in her neck, her face and ears was burnt very much. The anguiss of it put her in a fevour ; she was a ritch old made, and left all she had to Mrs. Loe. The Queen's answaer to the Adres I sent you word of will be in the Public News, soe I need not
trouble you with it Pray is buitefull Dorrinder in the
straw yet ; indeed Gallant is now grown very prety and admyred and beloved by every body, he is the best youmored creeture that can be, and Pug gros very fond of him. Your doms are all well at Twitnum. Dear soul I am moste sencearly your moste infenit affectionate mother.
��Dear Brother,
��[Peter Wentworth.]
London, i^:^ February, 1710.
��These verses I send you were sent me by the penny post by an unknown hand, and as I intend they shall not be spread any farther by me, I sent them without taking any copy of them, tho' I find they have been seen by a world of people in this town. I am pleased you are sattisfied with my indeavours to serve you ; but before this you have receiv'd my letters that informs you that if some people were
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