21: The last night Mary talked idly, she began to sweat, god takes the fear of her death much from my heart, her fits are violent in her head, the lord in his tender mercy raise her up. and purge my dross out by this correction, and rod of his, my sister Ann went from us, I sent her not away empty. Mr Harrington with me, I made a full end with him, he is to receive his arrears, he now owes me in all 1li.5s.6d.