Baron Cromwell. Baron Wharton.
Baron Willoughby of Parham.
Baron Pagett, † in exile, attainted.
Baron Chandois. Baron St. John.
Baron Delaware: his ancestors took the King of France prisoner.
Baron Compton, has squandered almost all his substance.
Baron Norris.
Thomas Howard, second son of the Duke of Norfolk, Baron Audley of
Saffronwalden, in his mother’s right.
William, † third son of the Duke of Norfolk, is neither a baron, nor yet
restored in blood.
Thus far of noble families.
* * * * *
We set out from London in a boat, and fell down the river, leaving
Greenwich, which we have spoken of before, on the right hand.
Barking, a town in sight on the left.
Gravesend, a small town, famous for the convenience of its port; the
largest Dutch ships usually call here. As we were to proceed farther
from hence by water, we took our last leave here of the noble Bohemian
David Strziela, and his tutor Tobias Salander, our constant
fellow-travellers through France and England, they designing to return
home through Holland, we on a second tour into France; but it pleased
Heaven to put a stop to their design, for the worthy Strziela was seized
with a diarrhoea a few days before our departure, and, as we afterwards
learned by letters from Salander, died in a few days of a violent fever
in London.
Queenborough: we left the castle on our right; a little farther we saw
the fishing of oysters out of the sea, which are nowhere in greater
plenty or perfection; witness Ortelius in his Epitome, &c.
Whitstable; here we went ashore.
Canterbury; we came to it on foot; this is the seat of the Archbishop,
Primate of all England, a very ancient town, and, without doubt, of note
in the time of the Romans.
Here are two monasteries almost contiguous, namely of Christ and St.
Augustine, both of them once filled with Benedictine Monks: the former
was afterwards dedicated to St. Thomas a Becket, the name of Christ being
obliterated; it stands almost in the middle of the town, and with so much
majesty lifts itself, and its two towers, to a stupendous height, that,
as Erasmus says, it strikes even those who only see it at a distance with
awe.
In the choir, which is shut up with iron rails, are the following
monuments:—
King Henry IV., with his wife Joan of Navarre, of white marble.
Nicholas Wootton, Privy Counsellor to Henry VIII., Edward VI., Mary, and
Elizabeth, Kings and Queens of England.
Of Prince Edward, Duke of Aquitaine and Cornwall, and Earl of Chester.
Reginald Pole, with this inscription:
“The remains of Reginald Pole, Cardinal and Archbishop of
Canterbury.”
Cardinal Chatillon.
We were then shown the chair in which the bishops are placed when they
are installed. In the vestibule of the church, on the south side, stand
the statues of three men armed, cut in stone, who slew Thomas à Becket,
Archbishop of Canterbury, made a saint for this martyrdom; their names
are adjoined—