was cut? The woman said, “Yea.” He replied, “So should this Army of the Scots do, and come to nothing, so soon as ours did but appear,” or words to this effect; and so immediately died.———
My service to Mr. W. P., Sir J. E., and the rest of our good friends. I hope I do often remember you. Yours,
My service to Frank Russel and Sir Gilbert Pickering.[1]
‘Sir J. E.,‘ when he received this salutation, was palpable enough; but has now melted away to the Outline of a Shadow! I guess him to be Sir John Evelyn of Wilts; and, with greater confidence, ‘Mr. W. P.‘ to be William Pierpoint, Earl of Kingston’s Son, a man of superior faculty, of various destiny and business, ‘called in the Family traditions, Wise William‘; Ancestor of the Dukes of Kingston (Great-grandfather of that Lady Mary, whom as Wortley Montagu all readers still know); and much a friend of Oliver, as we shall transiently see.
Another private Letter: to my Lord Wharton; to congratulate him on some ‘particular mercy,‘ seemingly the birth of an heir, and to pour out his sense of these great general mercies. This Philip Lord Wharton is also of the Committee of Derby House, the Executive in those months; it is probable[2] Cromwell had been sending despatches to them, and had hastily enclosed these private Letters in the Packet.
Philip Lord Wharton seems to have been a zealous Puritan, much concerned with Preachers, Chaplains etc. in his domestic establishment; and full of Parliamentary and Politico-religious business in public. He had a regiment of his own raising at
