gone to my father, and found him seemingly inclined to sleep; so let him, retired into the parlour, and wrote to Mr. Cranstoun, as I did almost every post.  I had, on the Friday before, a letter from him; wherein some secrets of his family were disclosed.  As I wrote in a hurry, I only advised him to take care what he wrote; which, as my unhappy affairs turned out, my enemies dressed up greatly to my disadvantage at my trial.  I gave this letter, as I did all of them, to Mr. Littleton to direct, who opened it, carried it to a friend of his for advice on the occasion, and conveyed it to a French usher; who, by the help of it, published a pamphlet entitled, The Life of Miss Mary Blandy.  On Sunday in the afternoon, Mrs. Mounteney and her sister came to see my father; who told them, “He hoped he should soon be able to meet them in his parlour; since he thought himself better then.”  Susan was to sit up with her master that night.  The Rev. Mr. Stockwood, Rector of the parish, came in the evening to visit him; the apothecary was there likewise; and he desired the room might be quite still; so that only Susan, the old maid, was to be with him.  After this I went up to my father’s bedside; upon which he took me in his arms and kissed me:  I went out of the room with Mr. Stockwood and Mr. Norton, the apothecary, almost dead, and begg’d of the latter to tell me if he thought my father still in danger.  He said “he was better, and hoped he would still mend.  To-morrow,” said he, “we shall judge better, and you will hear what Dr. Addington will say.”  While Mr. Stockwood staid, Mr. Littleton and Betty, my father’s cook-maid, behaved tolerably well; but as soon as he was gone they altered their conduct; however, upon Mr. Norton’s speaking to him, Mr. Littleton became much more civil; and Betty followed his example.  I took a candle, and went up into my own room; but in the way I listened at my father’s door, and found everything still there; this induced me to hope that he was asleep.  On Monday morning, I went to his door, in order to go in:  his tenderness would not let me stay up a-nights; but I was seldom from him in the daytime.  I was deprived access to him; which so surprised and frightened me, that I cried out, “What, not see my father!” Upon which, I heard him reply, “My dear Polly, you shall presently;” and some time after I did.  This scene was inexpressibly moving.  The mutual love, sorrow, and grief, that then appeared, are truly described by Susannah Gunnel; tho’, poor soul, she is much mistaken in many other respects.  I was, as soon as Dr. Addington came, by his orders, confined to my own room; and not suffered to go near my father, or even so much as to listen at his door; all the comfort I then could have had, would have been to know whether he slept or no; but this was likewise refused me.  A man was put into my room night and day; no woman suffer’d to attend me.  My garters, keys, and letters were taken away from me, by Dr. Addington himself.