Sir, Your most humble servant,
Edith. Conyers
Wells, in Somersetshire
Feb. 9, 1703.
Disasters by the tide.Sir, — The dreadful storm did this church but little damage, but our houses were terribly shaken hereabouts, and the tide drowned the greatest part of the sheep on our common; as it likewise did, besides many cows, between this place and Bristol; on the opposite shore of Glamorganshire, as (I suppose you may also know) it brake down part of Chepstow bridge, over the Wye. In the midst of this churchyard grew a vast tree, thought to be the most large and flourishing elm in the land, which was torn up by the roots, some of which are really bigger than one’s middle, and several than a man’s thigh; the compass of them curiously interwoven with the earth, being from the surface (or tur
