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Friend in Mrs Thomas, the Bishop of Winchester's Lady. She 

 is to be buried in this Cathedral on Thursday ye 25th. She was 

 taken very ill last Thursday Sen'night, but her Pain seemed 

 lulled by an allmost continual Sleep; on Sunday She seem'd 

 better ; but in the Night was seiz'd wth the Palsey, & was 

 sensible that She should die & perfectly resigned ; Nothing could 

 be more placid to the Moment that She expired, which was 

 on Thursday last at Nine at Night. Mrs Ogle wth her eldest 

 Daughter & Lady Ogle were sent for express & travell'd Post 

 That Day, but it was doubtfull whether She knew that they 

 arrived. The Bishop has, as yet, stood up agst this Storm, & 

 does not seem injured much in Health, tho' exhibiting the 

 deepest affliction, and breaking into new Gusts of Sorrow, at 

 every new Person's Address to him : His Meeting with his 

 Daughters was very affecting. Mrs BuUer & my poor Sister 

 Chapone (who seems destined to a Succession of sad Scenes,) 

 were in Attendance All the Time of the Illness. My Sister is 

 now in London, but will return, I beleive, to Chelsea, when my 

 Oosens return to their families. It was well for me that I had 

 finished my strict Besidence before this happen'd ; it was but ye 

 very Hour that I reed ye News of ye Illness. I began it on the 

 29th of Octr, ye same on which I arrived here for my Winter 

 Eesidence. I had a sore Bout of Sickness when I had advanced 

 17 days, but I resolutely persevered & got thro'. 



My Son John left us a few Days before We chang'd our 

 Quarters & went to London ; there he paid his Eespects to All 

 his Uncles, but set up his Staff wth Ned Mulso. He stayed 

 'till the Monday, & then went to Oxford, where he was 

 seized wth a Sore Throat & Feaver, of which he was very bad ; 

 but is now, I hope, quite recovered, tho' we did not hear on 

 Sunday last. 



We have not yet seen Admiral Young or ye Captain ; but ye 

 first has promised to step down before ye End of ye Month & 

 make Us a little Visit. The Captn is now at Bristol, & on bad 

 Service, convoying Ships in the Channell. He is in a poor Ship, 

 the Hind ; but is Post, & is promised a better by Ld Sandwich. 

 Mrs Mulso is pretty well & sends her Love to You, and the rest 

 of my family join in best Services. 



I write at You at the old Place : if this finds You at your 

 Brother's & in ye large Circle of your family. My Complts 

 attend them ; If at Selbourne, remember me to your Neighbours ; 

 for I fear You have no Inmates at this sad Season to comfort 

 You. I have been confined on this solemn Occasion, but it 

 never could have happened at a time in which a Man would less 

 desire to quit his Mansion. The Winds are dreadfull, the Eain 

 perpetual. Selborne must be deluged; but yet it looks green, 

 & better than ye brown Houses here, that look like London 



