Yesterday, at this towne, I fell in with some gentlemen of the queene's servas; after drinking with whom, I accepted her Majesty's mony to enliste.

Repenting thereof, I did endeavour to escape; and, in so doing, had the misfortune to strike my superior officer, whereby I made myself liable to Death, according to the rules of warr.

If, however, I pay twenty ginnys, all will be wel.
You must give the same to the barer, els I shall be shott without fail on Tewsday morning.

And so no more from your loving son, "JOHN HAYES.
"From my prison at Bristol, this unhappy Monday." When Mrs.Hayes read this pathetic missive, its success with her was complete, and she was for going immediately to the cupboard, and producing the money necessary for her darling son's release.

But the carpenter Hayes was much more suspicious.