[f.6.9b]

for
Mr Ralph Thoresby
at his house
in Leeds

[f.6.9]

bulmer the 5 december 79

Deare Cozen
I am Conscious to my self of an ingratefull remissness in not
writing to you ere this, but I presume the good intent there xxxxxxx
will make plausible appology for it could not be done without sadly
representing to your {?veiw} my simpatheticall condolement of your
messable loss which to have added to the burthen of your then too
excessive sorrow would have prooved more preiudicall then acceptable
we are not the only loosers for the loss is generall by his {?transmiga
=tion}. it is below his merit to call it death, yet by it we sustaine
the miserable deprivation of him whom the {^^{world was not}} worthy of, nor we as
aggrauters of its great demeritt Deare Cozen it is most resonable
for us to deplore our owne unworthyness not bemone his happiness and
though it were within xxxx the compass of an impatient sorrow
it were injustice to disposess his happy soul therexxfore let patience
be your anchor and let your greive be confind within the limits
of a godly content and resignation to gods will who is wise and
just in all his dispensations and let this with David be your
mittigation that you must goe to him not he return to you
it is an argument to diswade you from lamenting though I
confess it is the inseparable adjunct of so dismall an accid
= ident the contemplation of his eminent perfections
allied to immortalilty may affoard you a competent
satisfaction, & though his good works & as all good men’s
do follow him yet they have left such a deep impression upon
the hearts & tongues of his admireres, as by indelible characters
of honour, will consecrate his name to eternity so do
not tax god with injustice which you do in effect by
repining nor let xxx childish impatience eclips your discretion
by its unseasonable intermixture but let your prudent
patience be exemplary to me who shall be glad to heare or
so you place your sorow on the right object, so with my
dearest love to your self deare cozens abe & {?gene} I rest
deare cozen
your most affectionate cosen
till death
Elizabeth Myers
[left margin:]

Pardon xxx my scribbling for
I am indisposed by a cold

[f.6.9b]

for
Mr Ralph Thoresby
at his house
in Leeds

[f.6.9]

bulmer the 5 december 79

Deare Cozen
I am Conscious to my self of an ungrateful remissness in not
writing to you ere this, but I presume the good intent there xxxxxxx
will make plausible apology for it could not be done without sadly
representing to your {?veiw} my sympathetically condolement of your
messable loss which to have added to the burthen of your then too
excessive sorrow would have proved more prejudicial then acceptable
we are not the only losers for the loss is general by his {?transmiga
=tion.} it is below his merit to call it death, yet by it we sustain
the miserable deprivation of him whom the ^{^world was not} worthy of, nor we as
aggrauters of its great demerit Dear Cozen it is most reasonable
for us to deplore our own unworthiness not bemoan his happiness and
though it were within xxxx the compass of an impatient sorrow
it were injustice to dispossess his happy soul therexxfore let patience
be your anchor and let your grieve be confined within the limits
of a godly content and resignation to gods will who is wise and
just in all his dispensations and let this with David be your
mitigation that you must go to him not he return to you
it is an argument to dissuade you from lamenting though I
confess it is the inseparable adjunct of so dismal an accid
= ident the contemplation of his eminent perfections
allied to immortality may afford you a competent
satisfaction, & though his good works & as all good men’s
do follow him yet they have left such a deep impression upon
the hearts & tongues of his admirers, as by indelible characters
of honour, will consecrate his name to eternity so do
not tax god with injustice which you do in effect by
repining nor let xxx childish impatience eclipse your discretion
by its unseasonable intermixture but let your prudent
patience be exemplary to me who shall be glad to hear or
so you place your sorrow on the right object, so with my
dearest love to your self dear cozens abe & {?gene} I rest
dear cozen
your most affectionate cousin
till death
Elizabeth Myers
[left margin:]

Pardon xxx my scribbling for
I am indisposed by a cold