.6 LIFE OF ARCHBISHOP SANCROFT. 



would willingly attend me ; but I told him I 

 must be (as I have been ever since 1 left Lam- 

 beth, or rather since that left me,) my own 

 chaplain ; and it suits not with my present con- 

 dition to keep still that piece of state. The 

 truth is, our old house is so full, that there is 

 no room for supernumeraries ; and as for the 

 new, hay and harvest have set it so far back 

 that we despair of finishing, and rendering it 

 habitable, before the next winter be past. This 

 may serve to excuse me to my good friend Dr. 

 Trumbull (when you next write to him) con- 

 cerning what passed between him and me 

 about his coming hither, when I saw him last. 

 Excuse me also, I pray, to those friends I have, 

 either at Lambeth or in London, that I took no 

 leave of them when I came away : even from 

 thence I began to enter into that privacy and 

 silence, and retiredness, which I affect, and re- 

 solve to court (as my case requires) above all 

 things. Yet tell the steward that we want him : 

 say to him from me, ship away your goods, and 

 sell the rest, and make haste hither. It seems, 

 after I came away, Mr. Bernard sent a packet 

 for me to Palsgrave Court. Mr. Minors sent it 

 by the General Post ; and with it a letter of 

 his own to my man, of somewhat odd contents. 

 I send it you enclosed, that you may judge of 

 it. However I beseech you, if reason, or more 

 money, (whatever it be,) will satisfy him, let us 



