error of his ways, and indeed I think he is a true penitent; and, when melancholy thoughts lay hold on me, I fear 'tis a great fault; for the punishments are so little in comparison of my deserts, that wonder at his mercy ought to fill my heart, and leave no room for any sorrow but for haying sinned against so good and gracious a God. Indeed, when I think I may live and serve that God who has done so much for me and for my poor Lord, who is now in one and the same holy religion, it does transport me, and I think there is nothing I could not go through to save it. Pray for it, pray for him, for me, and believe me that I am
When the question as to the exceptions in the Bill of Indemnity was under discussion. Lady Bristol had recourse to her friend Evelyn, to whom she writes—"I should be very glad if you could be at the House of Commons' door to-morrow, that you may understand what is to be done in the Act of Indemnity; for, since I saw you, I am told there will be a great debate upon it; and, as you come from hence, be pleased to eat a bit of mutton with me and your good friend, Mr. Boscawen. You will
