10 April 1692, Sunday
We should have gone to listen to the sermons this day, but neither Lizzie nor I had the heart for it. If they notice we were not there (as I’m sure someone shall) I shall say twas Lizzie’s condition that kept us away. If we have to pay the fine for not attending, then I shall pay the fine. I have paid it many times before.
My mind is too full to sit through a day-long sermon. I saw a list of the accused and there are so many of them. I’ve reread the names so often I can recite them from memory. Even when I do not want to know who they are, the names poke me, tug me, stir at my conscience. Lizzie sits by my side repairing my blue stockings, humming an English tune. At first, I could not name it and it frustrated me. Now I laugh as I recall the lyrics:
If music be th
