Mr. Thomas brought him a pair of boots, and told him, He would call him
up at peep of day, and put up every thing over night; and so I received
his blessing, and his prayers, and his kind promises of procuring the
same from you, my dear mother; and went up to my closet with a heavy
heart, and yet a half-pleased one, if I may so say; for that, as he must
go, he was going to the best of wives, and with the best of tidings. But
I begged he would not work so hard as he had done; for I was sure my
master would not have given him twenty guineas for clothes, if he had not
designed to do something else for him; and that he should be the less
concerned at receiving benefits, from my good master, because he, who had
so many persons to employ in his large possessions, could make him
serviceable, to a degree equivalent, without hurting any body else.
He promised me fair; and, pray, dear mother, see he performs. I hope my
master will not see this: for I will not send it you, at present, till I
can send you the best of news; and the rather, as my dear father can
supply the greatest part of what I have written, since the papers he
carries you, by his own observation. So good night, my dear mother: And
God send my father a safe journey, and a happy meeting to you both!
Monday.
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