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My own dearly beloved sister, I will no longer fatigue
you with tales of this vile company, but is it not
shameful that such trulls, who if they were rightly served should
have the lash laid on their back at the public whipping-post,
now are queening it in the halls of his Majesty the King’s
Viceroy? I say, ’t is so unheard of and so infamous that if
it were to come to the ears of his Majesty, as with all my
heart and soul I wish that it may come, he would talk to
mein guten Ulrik Friederich in such terms as would give him
but little joy to hear. The finest of all his tricks I have yet
told you nothing of, and it is quite new, for it happened only
the other day that I sent for a tradesman to bring me some
Brabantian silk lace that I thought to put around the hem of
a sack, but the man made answer that when I sent the money
he would bring the goods, for the Viceroy had forbidden him
to sell me anything on credit. The same word came from
the milliner, who had been sent for, so it would appear that
he has stopped my credit in the entire city, although I have
brought to his estate thousands and thousands of rix-dollars.
No more to-day. May we commit all unto the Lord, and
may He give me ever good tidings of you.
Ever your faithful sister,
MARIE GRUBBE.
At Aggershus Castle, 12 December, 1665.
The Honorable Mistress Anne Marie Grubbe, Styge Högh’s,
Magistrate of Laaland, my dearly beloved sister, graciously to hand.
God in his mercy keep you, my dearest sister, now and
forever, is my wish from a true heart, and I pray for you that
you may be of good cheer and not let yourself be utterly
cast down, for we have all our allotted portion of sorrow,
and we swim and bathe in naught but misery.
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