May _Heaven_ in its Mercy save us from the evil Consequence of this new Mischance!--_Richard_, jealous at being allowed so little Share in nursing _Robin_, whom he sayd he loved as well as anie did, would sit up with him last Night, along with _Mother_. Twice I heard him snoring, and stept in to prevail on him to change Places, but coulde not get him to stir. A third Time he fell asleep, and, it seems, _Mother_ slept too; and _Robin_, in his Fever, got out of Bed and drank near a Quart of colde Water, waking _Dick_ by setting down the Pitcher. Of course the Bustle soon reached my listening Ears. _Dick_, to do him Justice, was frightened enough, and stole away to his Bed without a Word of Defence; but poor _Mother_, who had been equallie off her Watch, made more Noise about it than was good for _Robin_; who, neverthelesse, we having warmlie covered up, burst into a profuse Heat, and fell into a sound Sleep, which hath now holden him manie Hours. Mr. _Agnew_ augureth favourablie of his waking, but we await it in prayerfulle Anxietie. ----The Crisis is past! and the Doctor sayeth he alle along expected it last Night, which I cannot believe, but _Father_ and _Mother_ doe. At alle Events, praised be _Heaven_, there is now hope that deare _Robin_ may recover. _Rose_ and I have mingled Tears, Smiles, and Thankgivings; Mr. _Agnew_ hath expressed Gratitude after a more collected Manner, and endeavoured to check the somewhat ill-governed Expression of Joy throughout the House; warning the Servants, but especiallie _Dick_ and _Harry_, that _Robin_ may yet have a Relapse. With what Transport have I sat beside dear _Robin's_ Bed, returning his fixed, earnest, thankfulle Gaze, and answering the feeble Pressure of his Hand!--Going into the Studdy just now, I found _Father_ crying like a Child--the first Time I have known him give Way to Tears during _Robin's_ Ilnesse. Mr. _Agnew_ presentlie came in, and composed him better than I coulde. _Saturday_. _Robin_ better, though still very weak. Had his Bed made, and took a few Spoonfuls of Broth. _Sunday_. A very different Sabbath from the last. Though _Robin's_ Constitution hath received a Shock it may never recover, his comparative Amendment fills us with Thankfulnesse; and our chastened Suspense hath a sweet Solemnitie and Trustfullenesse in it, which pass Understanding. Mr. _Agnew_ conducted our Devotions. This Morning, I found him praying with _Robin_--I question if it were for the first Time. _Robin_ looking on him with eyes of such sedate Affection! _Thursday_. _Robin_ still progressing. Dear _Rose_ and Mr. _Agnew_ leave us to-morrow, but they will soon come agayn. Oh faithful Friends! * * * * * * _April, 1646_.