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"On Sunday night last past, ye gloomy fitt being come upon him after prayers, Mr. Haygarthe began all on a sudden, as it is his habit to do: "'There is something I would fain tell ye, wench, he cries out, 'something about those roistering days in London, which it might be well for thee to know.
I have set aside ye book, ye picture, and ye plaited hair in my desk for conveniency, where I will show them to you when I am next rejoic'd by y'r improving conversation. Until then, in grief or in happiness, in health and sickness, I trust I shall ever continue, with y'r same sincerity, "Your humble and obliged Servant and disciple Thus end my excerpts from the correspondence of Mrs. Haygarthe.
Marttha Stileman, about 10 fete fromm ye olde yue tre. Febevarie 6th, 1753." Mary Haygarthe, aged twentie sevene yeers, berrid under ye yue tree, Nov. 21, 1754." After copying these two entries, I went out into the churchyard to look for Mary Haygarth's grave.
"On Thursday last past, being ye 19 Sep'tr, A.D. 1774, was interr'd ye bodie off onne Matthewe Haygarthe, ag'd foure yeres, remoov'd fromm ye Churcheyarde off St. Marie, under ye hil, Spotswolde, in this Co. Pade forr so doeing, sevven shill." After having inspected the register, I asked many further questions, but without eliciting much further information.
Haygarthe fell to sighing; and then cries out all at once: "'When I am on my death-bed, wife, I will tell thee something: be sure thou askest me for it; or if death come upon me unawares, thou wouldst do well to search in the old tulip-leaf bureau for a letter, since I may tell thee that in a letter which I would not tell with these lips. "Before there was time to answer him in comes Mr.
Bagot, and we to supper; after which he did read the sixth chapter of Hebrews and expound it at much length for our edifying; at the end whereof Satan had obtained fast hold of Mr. Haygarthe, who was fallen asleep and snoring heavily." Here is plain allusion to some secret, which that pragmatical idiot, Mrs. Rebecca, studiously endeavoured not to hear.
For awhile I did hope that these melancholic affections were ye fruit put forth by a regenerate soul; but within this month last past it has been my sorrow to discover that these gloomy disorders arise rather from ye promptings of the Evil One. It has pleased Mr. Haygarthe of late to declare that his life is nigh at an end; and indeed he affects a conviction that his days are number'd.
The registers of Spotswold might puzzle a Bunsen. However, bearing in mind the incontrovertible fact that three thousand pounds is a very agreeable sum of money, I stuck to my work for upwards of two hours, and obtained as a result the following entries: Matthew Haygarthe, aged foure yeares, berrid in this churcheyarde, over against ye tombe off Mrs.
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