17. my dear wife very ill, she breeds with difficulty, all our enjoyments are vanity and vexation, the lord uphold her, and bless her fruit: my son through mercy missed his fit. blessed be the lord. my dear friend Mr W. Harlakenden had an invitation from Cromwell to take an employment with him in the army. the lord direct him, and prosper him, I hope I have some friends that shall help ruin antichrist.