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and pillow purses. The 13th day — I remember how this day 60 

 years I went from my blessed Mother to Naworth Castle." Then 

 follow minute particulars of the visit and the people she met there, 

 and adds, "I went not out all this day. Ps. 121." 



"15th day. I remember how this day was 60 years. In the 

 morning I went out of Naworth Castle into the City of Carlisle," 

 and then follow details of her visiting Carlisle Castle and Cathedral 

 and her return to her "blessed Mother" at Brougham Castle. 



"17 day. No body came to dine, and I went not out all day." 

 19th day, Sunday, she has a swooning fit, but recovered, and was 

 better, and then "dined there in the painted room, Mr. Grasty, 

 our Parson, and my two Farmers ; so after dinner they came into 

 my chamber, and Mr. Grasty said Common Prayers and read a 

 chapter and sang a Psalm, as usual upon Sundays, to me and my 

 family ; and after prayer they all went away." 



The 20th day. This is two days before her death, and she is 

 eighty-six years of age, she writes : — " I remember how this was 

 60 years; did I and my blessed Mother in Brougham Castle give 

 in our answer in writing, that we would not stand to the award of 

 the then four Lord Chief Judges meant to make concerning the 

 lands of my inheritance, which did spin out a great deal of trouble 

 to us; yet God turned it to the best. Deut. c. 23, v. 5. 'Never- 

 theless the Lord thy God would not hearken unto Balaam ; but 

 the Lord thy God turned the curse into a blessing unto thee.' " 



The 2 1 St she writes only— "I went not out all day." That was 

 her last entry; next day, the 22nd, the hand of death is upon her, 

 and on being asked how she did, uttered her last words, "I thank 

 God I am very well." Laus Deo was her motto in life, and Laus 

 Deo was her watchword in death. 



Again the six horses had a long retinue from Brougham Castle 

 to Appleby, but this time they stop at the old parish church of 

 St. Lawrence, and in the new tomb made there by her own 

 directions, is laid, near the remains of her "blessed Mother," all 

 that is left of Anne Clifford, Countess of Pembroke. 



On the death of the venerable Countess, the greater part of her 

 immense possessions devolved upon her grandson Nicholas, Earl 



