that very night.  The next morning we set out for Henley, where we arrived in due time.  The day following, being Sunday, I wrote to Mr. Cranstoun, as he had requested me to do; giving him an account of our safe arrival, and thanking him in the strongest terms, for his late extraordinary favour.  The next day, being Monday, the other thirty pounds, being the remaining part of the money my mother had borrowed of Mr. Cranstoun, she paid to the footman, for fowls, butter, eggs, wine, and other provisions, brought into the house, chiefly on account of entertainments, by him.

From this time to Sept. 28th, 1749, my mother continued in a good state of health.  But on that day, which was about half a year after her last departure from London, at one o’clock in the morning, she was taken very ill.  This giving me, who always lay with her, great uneasiness, I immediately got up, and called her maid., who instantly appeared; and then she got out of bed, and retired.  When she came into bed again, she said, “My dear Molly, don’t fright yourself:  You know there is now no danger.”  In order to understand which words, it will be proper to observe, that, when my mother was in labour of me, she received a hurt; which made me apprehensive of ill consequences, which either the cholick, which was her present disorder, or any obstructions in the parts contiguous to those which are the seat of that distemper, happened.  She lay pretty easy till six, when I dispatched a messenger for Mr. Norton, the apothecary to the family, who lived in Henley.  When he came, she complained of a pain in her bowels; upon which he took some blood from her, and ordered her some gentle physic.  She seemed better after this, but nothing passed through her.  It being Friday, and many country gentlemen meeting to bowl at the Bell Inn, the Rev. Mr. Stevens of Fawley, my mother’s brother, came thither that day, paid a visit to his sister, and found her greatly indisposed.  When he left the room, in which she lay, for she kept her bed, I followed him out, and asked him, if he thought there was any danger; telling him how she then was, the manner in which she was first seized, and what had been prescribed her.  As she before had had several such fits of cholick, Mr. Stevens did not apprehend any immediate danger.  I said, “If my mamma was not better soon, I would send for a physician.”  To which he replied, “You are much in the right of it; but stay a little, and see what effects the physic will have.”  He called again in the evening, and found her better, tho’ nothing had yet passed through her.  About twelve o’clock at night my mother obliged me, who was then myself indisposed, to get into another bed; and promised to send to me, if she found herself worse.  Soon after this, she grew much worse; but would not send to her daughter, saying, “She would know her fate too soon.”  She farther said in Mr. Norton, who was then with her, “My daughter loves me so well, that I wish my decease may not be the