| Description | Matters were so uncertain heretofore that he did not know what to write, as Owen may perceive by the writer's last letter, wherein he told him that they expected 'noe camp' in Chester. Yet there was one a few days after, for things were and still are managed with so much secrecy that very few know anything before hand. The writer has been for about 3 weeks past at Wrexham drinking the waters which he was advised to after his fever. Now he is as well as ever and has a son added to the family. Sends news of the campaign in Ireland which goes merrily on. The writer's mind is now at rest and were he at Penrhos he would be better company than when he was last there. It would be more comfort to stand on the hill and see towering fleets sail by towards Ireland than as formerly to see nothing thence but cargoes of poor beggarred fugitives. Wonders that Owen lets the Bonaventure lie idle, for were she in Chester she might be employed in the King's service at 15s. per month per ton |