APPENDIX II.

LETTER OF NATHANAEL ROWE TO JOHN WINTHROP.

To the worshipfull &» much respected Friende Mr. Winthrop, Magistrate liveing att Boston in New Ing : most loving & kinde sir,- My humblest service remem­bered to you, I now w* much consideratione (and thinkinge of all things & businesses) doe now write to you. First of all my father sent mee to this countrie verie hastelie, (& overmuch inconsideraely) indeed it is a sore griefe to mee yl I should charge my prudent & most deare father w* the evill of rash doeinge of thinges; but yet being compelled in this time of straighteness, I must say itt. My father sent with mee pvtiones enough for to serve mee a yeare or towe; as meale, flower, buttar, beefe. I, haveinge lost my meale and flower, was com­pelled to sell the rest of my pvicon, & indeed, being counselled soe to doe, I immediately did itt. Then Mr. Eaton and Mr. Davenport haveinge noe direct order w* to doe, wished me & sent me unto Mr. Eaton, the marchant's brother, to be instructed in the rudiments of the Lattine tongue (in w1* wth practise, I shalbe prettie skilfull. I lived with him about a month, & verily in y' space he spake not one word to mee, scilicet, about my learninge, & after he went awaie, I lived an idle life, because I had noe instructor. After all this, I was sent (by Mr. Bel-lingha5 order) unto Mr. Willis of Linne, the school-maister: and theire I liveing privately gott the best part of my Lattine-tongue, but yet not by his instructiones, butt indeed onelie by seeinge his manner of teachinge, & gatheringe thinges of my

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selfe, & also by bribeinge (or giveing gifts to) his sonnes for patternes; of which Mr Willis never knew as yett. This last half yeare hath binne spent in receiveing instructiones frome Mr. Dunster, whoe (blessed be God for it)-hath binne a guide to leade mee onne in the waie of hummane litterature, & alsoe in divine. Thus much for my cors in this lande : seeing, sir, you out of your fountaine of wisdome, doe adjudge that it is my father's will & pleasure that I should betake myselfe to one thinge or other, whereby I mighte gett my liveinge (O tempora, O mokes !) why for my part I shall be willinge to doe anie thinge for my father (God assistinge mee) att Quille-piacke, as to help to cleare grownde, or hough upp grounde, quia enim, qui humiliatur, is vero tempestivd exaltabitur. But, I pray you, sir, to make the waie cleare for mee to goe to England, so that I may speake more fullie to my father & w* my friends, soe that if my father hath caste his affections off frome mee (which, if I had but one serious thought that waie, it would be the dis-tractinge of my spirite all the dales I have to live. The curse of the parent is the greatest heviness & burden to [the] soule of a childe yl is; my father never made anie such thing knowne to mee) that I might not loose those opportunities that are offerred to mee by one of my uncles, whome I am certain will doe mee anie good, & if my father be offended wth mee, then, if I be att London, I feare not but tha[t] my uncle will pacific my father's wrathe. Thus I end.

Yor observant servant, nath. rowe.