MY LORD

There was one sent to me this morning from Sir Anthony Cooper to let me know that several were putting in for your Lordship’s lodgings, and that he did desire to know your intentions concerning them, whether to keep them or part with them. If the last, then he doth intend to put in for them; but if you have any desire to continue them, he will wholly desist from any such endeavours of his own and be instrumental to hinder those of others, who are about the getting of them. I pur­pose anon to wait on him, and have in the interim promised to write to your Lordship and that I hoped by the next post to have something from you concerning the business.

My Lord, Mrs Jemimah presents her humble duty to your Lordship and my Lady, and bids me say, and so I think her, to be in as good health as ever she was. But whether the heat of her bodice (or what else the Dr cannot tell) hath disturbed her natural temper; she hath some pimples rise in her body, which my Lady Wright and her maid say is the smallpox. Dr Bates on Monday last said the contrary, but barely that it was heat But my Lord if it be, she hath none in the face at all, and for her health she was last night as well and merry as ever I knew her, and hath not yet had the least pain or sickness imagin­able since they appeared, which is six days since. The house is not yet up, wherefore by the post I shall write again.

I wrote on Tuesday night last by the post.