Biography of Elizabeth Prettyman 1610-1652
Around 1610 Elizabeth Prettyman 1610-1652 was born to [her father] John Prettyman 1567-1638 (43).
Before 1635 [her husband] Richard Browne 1st Baronet Deptford 1605-1683 and Elizabeth Prettyman 1610-1652 were married.
On 22 Dec 1638 [her father] John Prettyman 1567-1638 (71) died.
John Evelyn's Diary 1647 September. 10th September 1647. Being called into England, to settle my affairs after an absence of four years, I took leave of the Prince (17) and Queen (37), leaving my [her daughter] wife (12), yet very young, under the care of an excellent lady and prudent mother (37).
John Evelyn's Diary 1649 February. 16th February 1649. Paris being now strictly besieged by the Prince de Condé (27), my [her daughter] wife (14) being shut up with her [her husband] father (44) and mother (39), I wrote a letter of consolation to her: and, on the 22d, having recommended Obadiah Walker (33), a learned and most ingenious person, to be tutor to, and travel with, Mr. Hillyard's two sons, returned to Sayes Court.
John Evelyn's Diary 1652 June. 11 Jun 1652. About four in the afternoon, being at bowls on the green, we discovered a vessel which proved to be that in which my [her daughter] wife (17) was, and which got into the harbor about eight that evening, to my no small joy. They had been three days at sea, and escaped the Dutch fleet, through which they passed, taken for fishers, which was great good fortune, there being seventeen bales of furniture and other rich plunder, which I bless God came all safe to land, together with my wife (17), and my Lady Browne (42), her mother, who accompanied her. My wife (17) being discomposed by having been so long at sea, we set not forth toward home till the 14th, when, hearing the smallpox was very rife in and about London, and Lady Browne (42) having a desire to drink Tunbridge waters, I carried them thither, and stayed in a very sweet place, private and refreshing, and took the waters myself till the 23d, when I went to prepare for their reception, leaving them for the present in their little cottage by the Wells.
The weather being hot, and having sent my man on before, I rode negligently under favor of the shade, till, within three miles of Bromley, at a place called the Procession Oak, two cutthroats started out, and striking with long staves at the horse, and taking hold of the reins, threw me down, took my sword, and hauled me into a deep thicket, some quarter of a mile from the highway, where they might securely rob me, as they soon did. What they got of money, was not considerable, but they took two rings, the one an emerald with diamonds, the other an onyx, and a pair of buckles set with rubies and diamonds, which were of value, and after all bound my hands behind me, and my feet, having before pulled off my boots; they then set me up against an oak, with most bloody threats to cut my throat if I offered to cry out, or make any noise; for they should be within hearing, I not being the person they looked for. I told them that if they had not basely surprised me they should not have had so easy a prize, and that it would teach me never to ride near a hedge, since, had I been in the midway, they dared not have adventured on me; at which they cocked their pistols, and told me they had long guns, too, and were fourteen companions. I begged for my onyx, and told them it being engraved with my arms would betray them; but nothing prevailed. My horse's bridle they slipped, and searched the saddle, which they pulled off, but let the horse graze, and then turning again bridled him and tied him to a tree, yet so as he might graze, and thus left me bound. My horse was perhaps not taken, because he was marked and cropped on both ears, and well known on that road. Left in this manner, grievously was I tormented with flies, ants, and the sun, nor was my anxiety little how I should get loose in that solitary place, where I could neither hear nor see any creature but my poor horse and a few sheep straggling in the copse.
After near two hours attempting, I got my hands to turn palm to palm, having been tied back to back, and then it was long before I could slip the cord over my wrists to my thumb, which at last I did, and then soon unbound my feet, and saddling my horse and roaming a while about, I at last perceived dust to rise, and soon after heard the rattling of a cart, toward which I made, and, by the help of two countrymen, I got back into the highway. I rode to Colonel Blount's, a great justiciary of the times, who sent out hue and cry immediately. The next morning, sore as my wrists and arms were, I went to London, and got 500 tickets printed and dispersed by an officer of Goldsmiths' Hall, and within two days had tidings of all I had lost, except my sword, which had a silver hilt, and some trifles. The rogues had pawned one of my rings for a trifle to a goldsmith's servant, before the tickets came to the shop, by which means they escaped; the other ring was bought by a victualer, who brought it to a goldsmith, but he having seen the ticket seized the man. I afterward discharged him on his protestation of innocence. Thus did God deliver me from these villains, and not only so, but restored what they took, as twice before he had graciously done, both at sea and land, I mean when I had been robbed by pirates, and was in danger of a considerable loss at Amsterdam; for which, and many, many signal preservations, I am extremely obliged to give thanks to God my Savior.
On 22 Sep 1652 Elizabeth Prettyman 1610-1652 (42) died.
John Evelyn's Diary 1652 September. 22 Sep 1652. I went to Woodcott, where Lady Browne (42) was taken with scarlet fever, and died. She was carried to Deptford, and interred in the church near [her husband] Sir Richard's (47) relations with all decent ceremonies, and according to the church-office, for which I obtained permission, after it had not been used in that church for seven years. Thus ended an excellent and virtuous lady, universally lamented, having been so obliging on all occasions to those who continually frequented her house in Paris, which was not only an hospital, but an asylum to all our persecuted and afflicted countrymen, during eleven years' residence there in that honorable situation.
John Evelyn's Diary 1667 April. 25 Apr 1667. Visited again the Duke of Newcastle (74), with whom I had been acquainted long before in France, where the Duchess (44) had obligation to [her daughter] my wife (32)'s mother for her marriage there; she (44) was sister to Lord Lucas (60), and maid of honor then to the Queen-Mother (57); married in our chapel at Paris. My wife (32) being with me, the Duke (74) and Duchess (44) both would needs bring her to the very Court.
On 12 Feb 1683 [her former husband] Richard Browne 1st Baronet Deptford 1605-1683 (78) died in Sayes Court.
Father: John Prettyman 1567-1638