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LETTER CLXII.

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5    Sir, in the most hartyest wyse that I can, I recomend me unto
6you. Sir, I have sent to Wright of Idell for the money that he promyst
7you, and he saith he hath it not to len, and makes choses
8excuses and so I can get none nowhere. And as for wood, ther
9is none that will bey, for they know ye want money, and without
10they myght have it halfe for nought, they will bey none; for your
11son, William Plompton, and Thomas Bickerdyke hath bene every
12day at wood sence ye went, and they can get no money for nothing,
13- for tha will bey none without they have tymmer tres, and
14will give nothinge for them: and so shall your wood be distroyed
15and get nought for it. Sir, I told you this or ye went, but ye
16wold not beleve me. Sir, I have taken of your tymmer as
17much as I can get of, or Whitsonday farme forehand; and
18that is but litle to do you any good, for ther is but some that will
19len so long afor the tyme. And your Lenten stoufe is to bey, and
20I wote not what to do, God wote, for I am ever left of thes
21fachion. Sir, ther is land in Rybston feild, that Christofer Chambers
22wold bey, if ye will sel it; but I am not in a suerty what he

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23will give for it. But if ye will sel it, send word to your son what
24ye will doe, for I know nothing els wherwith to help you with.
25Sir, for God sake take an end, for we are brought to begger staffe,
26for ye have not to defend them withall. Sir, I send you my mare,
27and iij^s iiij^d by the bearer herof, and I pray you send me word as
28sone as ye may. No more at this tyme, but the Holy Trenyttie
29send you good speed in all your matters, and send you sone home.
30Sir, remember your chillder bookes.
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