now my mother many times made her moane to my Aunt Isham, which made my very bowels earn to heare her speake of her much illnes divers wayes. for which she would say she had suffered many things of physitions. and that her soule forgat prosperity. yet was she willing to live for our sakes. saying a sickly mother was better then no mother and when she was any thing well she would cheere up her selfe and strive to walke calling upon my Aunt Isham to sing Psalmes with her, yet after this she was so weake that she could endure no body to speake aloud or read but she said it did her much good to thinke of I did dramworke and after breadstich also in this time I much delighted in seting of herbs whereof I made posies for my mother which she loved that she had read

my sister being somtimes very merry with my Aunt in my mothers hearing my mother reproved saying she knowes not what she has to suffer. In these yeres Mr Dod used to come to my mother I well remember those excelant expositions of his as if they were but yesterday. at this time he expounded the beginning of the v chap of the 2 to corinthines admonishing my mother of death. who seemed to be unwilling to leave us. but hee said she should not be unwilling to leave her children to God. now I growing out of that greene sicknes was and yet a while afore she died I was so sleepy and one or 2 more of us in the after noone that wee hardly knew when any body cawld not so dull as before therefore my mother was better pleased with mee. though she was alwaies kind to me still pittying me when I looked ill: and now ever and anon giving me this item Doe well: about a fortnight afore she died a flux of rume tooke her. my \father/ hoping to live sent for her olde Physitian Mr Langam, but he had no hope of doeing her good sending her word to juge which was the best phisition he that helped all or others which helpt in part. yet she supposed the best. and and that I should be kind to my sister desired my sister should have somthing who now began to be ill but I perceved he had no mind to medle with either. my mothers flux of rume staying she grew more weake. besides she tooke so littel being hardly able to take breast milke that it was thought to be unpossible she should live. the day after Midsommer day she called betimes for us but when wee came after wee had asked her Blessing she turned her head from us which made me call to mind her saying of her owne mother, who did so. which she tooke as a farwell. Her death now drawing neare. there came in the minister and parson of our Parish. who perswaded her to die. but she I suppose the reason why she would have put by Mr Baxter was because she had spoken to my Aunt Isham afore. that he might not be with her at the time of her death for she feared that the vehemmency of his affect[ion] might bring her a gaine as so\me/ told her it made my Granmother give another grone after they thought she was dead put him back saying you would have me die whether I will or can. death is terrable to mee (againe as she grew faint) O let me live with my husband and my Children: now she began to be so much at rest that she bid my father goodnight and would have had us gon to bed: though it was in the afternoone. for the shadow of death was upon her eyes, she said she should have a safe rest, though a weake one; she had so much ease a while that some thought she would not now \then/ die, I went in to saie my evening praiers. and after I heard a great crie of a sudden I hasted to come and found death upon her: for the viollence whereof she called for somwhat to cut that strate pipe. for death had almost taken her speech. which she after recovered; and told Mr Baxter saying you made this doe with my husband and Children. you made me beleve I should die Now the gate of my stomacke is open. I shall not die but live and declare the workes of the Lord and then my Aunt Isham answered \ [Madam?]/ I hope whether you live or die you are the Lords. she then said with an audible voice. as if she had bine perfitly well. I Aunt I verily beleeve that imediatly death hasted upon her. and my father tooke her about the necke to take his leave of her but Mr Baxter tooke him away wee following him. my mothers eyes being closed