The ladies of the town have infected you at a distance; they are all of your opinion, and, like my last book of Poems,[205] better than any thing they have formerly seen of mine. I always thought my verses to my cousin Driden were the best of the whole; and to my comfort, the town thinks them so; and he, which pleases me most, is of the same judgment, as appears by a noble present he has sent me, which surprised me, because I did not in the least expect it. I doubt not, but he receiv’d what you were pleas’d to send him; because he sent me the letter, which you did me the favour to write me. At this very instant, I heare the guns, which, going off, give me to understand, that the King is goeing to the Parliament to pass acts, and consequently to prorogue them; for yesterday I heard, that both he and the Lords have given up the cause, and the House of Commons have gained an entire victory.[206] Though under the rose, I am of opinion, that much of the confidence is abated on either side, and that whensoever they meet next, it will give that House a farther occasion of encroaching on the prerogative and the Lords; for they, who beare the purse, will rule. The Parliament being risen, my cousin Driden will immediately be with you, and, I believe, return his thanks in person. All this while I am lame at home, and have not stirr’d abroad this moneth at least. Neither my wife nor Charles are well, but have intrusted their service in my hand. I humbly add my own to the unwilling High Sheriff,[207] and wish him fairly at an end of his trouble. The latter end of last week, I had the honour of a visite from my cousine, your mother, and my cousine Dorothy, with which I was much comforted. Within this moneth there will be play’d, for my profit, an old play of Fletcher’s, call’d the “Pilgrim,” corrected by my good friend Mr Vanbrook;[208] to which I have added a new masque; and am to write a new prologue and epilogue. Southern’s tragedy, call’d the “Revolt of Capua,” will be play’d at Betterton’s house within this fortnight. I am out with that Company, and therefore, if I can help it, will not read it before ’tis acted, though the authour much desires I shou’d. Do not think I will refuse a present from fair hands; for I am resolv’d to save my bacon. I beg your pardon for this slovenly letter; but I have not health to transcribe it.[209] My service to my cousin, your brother, who, I heare, is happy in your company, which he is not who most desires it, and who is, Madam, Your most obliged obedient Servant, JOHN DRYDEN. _For Mrs Stuart,_ _Att Cotterstock, near Oundle,_ _in Northamptonshyre, These._ _To be left with the_ _Postmaster of Oundle._ APPENDIX. APPENDIX. No. I. DRYDEN’S _Degree as Master of Arts, granted by the Archbishop of Canterbury, preserved in the Faculty Book_, (Book 6. p. 236. b.) “Dispensatio JOANNI DRYDEN, pro gradu Artium Magistri.