August 3, 1642
August 3, 1642
The story as it unfolds:

Edmund arrives in Huntington, and finds strife; Sydney, in Ivinghoe, serves Col Hampden as Quartermaster and Commissary. Yesterday, Lord Goring, a Colonel, seized Portsmouth for the King.


 

 

From the section: Letters

Dear Sir, I write from Portsmouth, where so directed by your instruction of the 1st instant, a shameful inn called Three Fauns, the keeper drunken, the bill of fare smoked sprats, crusts and water, vile rooms that have never, I believe, seen a broom. The yard reeks of the excrements from a trench into which the sodden relieve themselves and tumble, with a frequency truly disgusting, as they become drunk from multitudinous pots of the wretched ale. This amuses the other sots greatly. I am, as I write, gnawed by fleas and lice.

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From the section: Histories

In Huntingdon — A great tumult; the Rev George, of All Souls, ordered to read the declaration of Parliament concerning the raising of a Militia, refused to do so, saying, “by Gods word I am commanded to obey the King; I find no such command for the Parliament,” at which he cast aside the declaration and proceeded to read that of the King, calling for volunteers; he was arrested, and sent to London. Mother saith this has been the way through the summer, with families, etc falling out; her uncle in Ramsay and his son, for the King.

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From the section: Letters

Dear cuz,

Thank you for editing Masque to Mass, I return the proofs. You will see I have excised the references to Plato. Are you twas him who ranted on about ideal forms of nature residing in some cosmological realm? I thought Aristotle. No matter; you are likely correct and I care not; yawned thru the grecians during my term at College; Romans, more practical, my preference, though they are most vicious brutes once the Republic degenerated to Caesarism.  As though they were born English, and became Spaniards. Laughter. Yet, the point be: Charles loves not what IS, but what he desires IS TO BE; and would seek to force the IS to conform with his notion of TO BE; that is the “nut”, and not so much the historical origin of what's truly when one considers it a perhaps pretty but ultimately pointless idea, with little application to the improvement of commerce or the practice of salvation.

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