IN MEMORIAM FACTI.

ANNO CIC IX. XLIIX. CAL. DECEM. VIII. VIRGINUM CASTISS: XTIANORUM

INNOCENTIS: NEPT: SUAVIS: MARIÆ. JOHAN. EVELYNUS AVUNCULUS ET

SUSCEPTOR VASCULUM HOC CUM EPIGRAPHE L. M. Q. D.

AVE MARIA GRATIÂ SIS PLENA; DOMINUS TECUM.

2d December, 1648. This day I sold my manor of Hurcott for £3,400 to one

Mr. Bridges.

13th December, 1648. The Parliament now sat up the whole night, and

endeavored to have concluded the Isle of Wight Treaty; but were surprised

by the rebel army; the members dispersed, and great confusion every where

in expectation of what would be next.

17th December, 1648. I heard an Italian sermon, in Mercers' Chapel, one

Dr. Middleton, an acquaintance of mine, preaching.

[Sidenote: LONDON]

18th December, 1648. I got privately into the council of the rebel army,

at Whitehall, where I heard horrid villanies.

This was a most exceedingly wet year, neither frost nor snow all the

winter for more than six days in all. Cattle died every where of a

murrain.

1st January, 1648-49. I had a lodging and some books at my

father-in-law's house, Sayes Court.

2d January, 1649. I went to see my old friend and fellow-traveler, Mr.

Henshaw, who had two rare pieces of Stenwyck's perspective.

17th January, 1649. To London. I heard the rebel, Peters, incite the

rebel powers met in the Painted Chamber, to destroy his Majesty; and saw

that archtraitor, Bradshaw, who not long after condemned him.

19th January, 1649. I returned home, passing an extraordinary danger of

being drowned by our wherries falling foul in the night on another vessel

then at anchor, shooting the bridge at three quarters' ebb, for which His

mercy God Almighty be praised.

21st January, 1649. Was published my translation of Liberty and

Servitude, for the preface of which I was severely threatened.

22d January, 1649. I went through a course of chemistry, at Sayes Court.

Now was the Thames frozen over, and horrid tempests of wind.

The villany of the rebels proceeding now so far as to try, condemn, and

murder our excellent King on the 30th of this month, struck me with such

horror, that I kept the day of his martyrdom a fast, and would not be

present at that execrable wickedness; receiving the sad account of it

from my brother George, and Mr. Owen, who came to visit me this

afternoon, and recounted all the circumstances.

1st February, 1649. Now were Duke Hamilton, the Earl of Norwich, Lord

Capell, etc., at their trial before the rebels' NEW COURT OF INJUSTICE.

15th February, 1649. I went to see the collection of one Trean, a rich

merchant, who had some good pictures, especially a rare perspective of

Stenwyck; from thence, to other virtuosos.

The painter, La Neve has an Andromeda, but I think it a copy after

Vandyke from Titian, for the original is in France. Webb, at the

Exchange, has some rare things in miniature, of Breughel's, also Putti,

in twelve squares, that were plundered from Sir James Palmer.

At Du Bois, we saw two tables of Putti, that were gotten, I know not how,

out of the Castle of St. Angelo, by old Petit, thought to be Titian's; he

had some good heads of Palma, and one of Stenwyck. Bellcar showed us an

excellent copy of his Majesty's Sleeping Venus and the Satyr, with other

figures; for now they had plundered, sold, and dispersed a world of rare

paintings of the King's, and his loyal subjects. After all, Sir William

Ducy showed me some excellent things in miniature, and in oil of

Holbein's; Sir Thomas More's head, and a whole-length figure of Edward

VI., which were certainly his Majesty's; also a picture of Queen

Elizabeth; the Lady Isabella Thynne; a rare painting of Rothenhamer,

being a Susanna; and a Magdalen, of Quintin, the blacksmith; also a Henry

VIII., of Holbein; and Francis I., rare indeed, but of whose hand I know

not.

16th February, 1649. Paris being now strictly besieged by the Prince de

Condé, my wife being shut up with her father and mother, I wrote a letter

of consolation to her: and, on the 22d, having recommended Obadiah

Walker, a learned and most ingenious person, to be tutor to, and travel

with, Mr. Hillyard's two sons, returned to Sayes Court.

25th February, 1649. Came to visit me Dr. Joyliffe, discoverer of the

lymphatic vessels, and an excellent anatomist.

26th February, 1649. Came to see me Captain George Evelyn, my kinsman,

the great traveler, and one who believed himself a better architect than

really he was; witness the portico in the Garden at Wotton; yet the great

room at Albury is somewhat better understood. He had a large mind, but

over-built everything.

27th February, 1649. Came out of France my wife's uncle (Paris still

besieged), being robbed at sea by the Dunkirk pirates: I lost, among

other goods, my wife's picture, painted by Monsieur Bourdon.

5th March, 1649. Now were the Lords murdered in the Palace Yard.

18th March, 1649. Mr. Owen, a sequestered and learned minister, preached

in my parlor, and gave us the blessed Sacrament, now wholly out of use in

the parish churches, on which the Presbyterians and fanatics had usurped.

21st March, 1649. I received letters from Paris from my wife, and from

Sir Richard [Browne], with whom I kept up a political correspondence,

with no small danger of being discovered.

25th March, 1649. I heard the Common Prayer (a rare thing in these days)

in St. Peter's, at Paul's Wharf, London; and, in the morning, the

Archbishop of Armagh, that pious person and learned man, Usher, in

Lincoln's-Inn Chapel.

[Sidenote: LONDON]

2d April, 1649. To London, and inventoried my movables that had hitherto

been dispersed for fear of plundering: wrote into France, touching my

sudden resolutions of coming over to them. On the 8th, again heard an

excellent discourse from Archbishop Usher, on Ephes. 4, v. 26-27.

My Italian collection being now arrived, came Moulins, the great

chirurgeon, to see and admire the Tables of Veins and Arteries, which I

purchased and caused to be drawn out of several human bodies at Padua.

11th April, 1649. Received news out of France that peace was concluded;

dined with Sir Joseph Evelyn, at Westminster; and on the 13th I saw a

private dissection at Moulins's house.

17th April, 1649. I fell dangerously ill of my head; was blistered and

let bleed behind the ears and forehead: on the 23d, began to have ease by

using the fumes of camomile on embers applied to my ears, after all the

physicians had done their best.

29th April, 1649. I saw in London a huge ox bred in Kent, 17 feet in

length, and much higher than I could reach.

12th May, 1649. I purchased the manor of Warley Magna, in Essex: in the

afternoon went to see Gildron's collections of paintings, where I found

Mr. Endymion Porter, of his late Majesty's bedchamber.

17th May, 1649. Went to Putney by water, in the barge with divers ladies,

to see the schools, or colleges, of the young gentlewomen.

19th May, 1649. To see a rare cabinet of one Delabarr, who had some good

paintings, especially a monk at his beads.

30th May, 1649. Unkingship was proclaimed, and his Majesty's statues

thrown down at St. Paul's Portico, and the Exchange.

7th June, 1649. I visited Sir Arthur Hopton[38] (brother to Sir Ralph,

Lord Hopton, that noble hero), who having been Ambassador extraordinary

in Spain, sojourned some time with my father-in-law at Paris, a most

excellent person. Also Signora Lucretia, a Greek lady, whom I knew in

Italy, now come over with her husband, an English gentleman. Also, the

Earl and Countess of Arundel, taking leave of them and other friends now

ready to depart for France. This night was a scuffle between some rebel

soldiers and gentlemen about the Temple.

[Footnote 38: Sir Arthur Hopton was uncle, not brother, to Lord

Hopton (so well known for his services to Charles in the course of

the Civil War).]

June 10th, 1649. Preached the Archbishop of Armagh in Lincoln's-Inn, from

Romans 5, verse 13. I received the blessed Sacrament, preparatory to my

journey.

13th June, 1649. I dined with my worthy friend, Sir John Owen, newly

freed from sentence of death among the lords that suffered. With him was

one Carew, who played incomparably on the Welsh harp; afterward I treated

divers ladies of my relations, in Spring Garden.

This night was buried with great pomp, Dorislaus, slain at the Hague, the

villain who managed the trial against his sacred Majesty.

17th June, 1649. I got a pass from the rebel Bradshaw, then in great

power.

20th June, 1649. I went to Putney, and other places on the Thames, to

take prospects in crayon, to carry into France, where I thought to have

them engraved.

2d July, 1649. I went from Wotton to Godstone (the residence of Sir John

Evelyn), where was also Sir John Evelyn of Wilts., when I took leave of

both Sir Johns and their ladies. Mem. the prodigious memory of Sir John

of Wilts' daughter, since married to Mr. W. Pierrepont, and mother of the

present Earl of Kingston. I returned to Sayes Court this night.

4th July, 1649. Visited Lady Hatton, her lord sojourning at Paris with my

father-in-law.

9th July, 1649. Dined with Sir Walter Pye, and my good friend, Mr. Eaton,

afterward a judge, who corresponded with me in France.

11th July, 1649. Came to see me old Alexander Rosse, the divine historian

and poet; Mr. Henshaw, Mr. Scudamore, and other friends to take leave of

me.

[Sidenote: GRAVESEND]

12th July, 1649. It was about three in the afternoon, I took oars for

Gravesend, accompanied by my cousin, Stephens, and sister, Glanville, who

there supped with me and returned; whence I took post immediately to

Dover, where I arrived by nine in the morning; and, about eleven that

night, went on board a barque guarded by a pinnace of eight guns; this

being the first time the Packet-boat had obtained a convoy, having

several times before been pillaged. We had a good passage, though chased

for some hours by a pirate, but he dared not attack our frigate, and we

then chased him till he got under the protection of the castle at Calais.

It was a small privateer belonging to the Prince of Wales. I carried over

with me my servant, Richard Hoare, an incomparable writer of several

hands, whom I afterward preferred in the Prerogative Office, at the

return of his Majesty. Lady Catherine Scott, daughter of the Earl of

Norwich, followed us in a shallop, with Mr. Arthur Slingsby, who left

England _incognito_. At the entrance of the town, the Lieutenant

Governor, being on his horse with the guards, let us pass courteously. I

visited Sir Richard Lloyd, an English gentleman, and walked in the

church, where the ornament about the high altar of black marble is very

fine, and there is a good picture of the Assumption. The citadel seems to

be impregnable, and the whole country about it to be laid under water by

sluices for many miles.

16th July, 1649. We departed from Paris, in company with that very

pleasant lady, Lady Catherine Scott, and others. In all this journey we

were greatly apprehensive of parties, which caused us to alight often out

of our coach and walk separately on foot, with our guns on our shoulders,

in all suspected places.

[Sidenote: PARIS]

1st August, 1649. At three in the afternoon we came to St. Denis, saw the

rarities of the church and treasury; and so to Paris that evening.

The next day, came to welcome me at dinner the Lord High Treasurer

Cottington, Sir Edward Hyde, Chancellor, Sir Edward Nicholas, Secretary

of State, Sir George Carteret, Governor of Jersey, and Dr. Earle, having

now been absent from my wife above a year and a half.

18th August, 1649. I went to St. Germains, to kiss his Majesty's hand; in

the coach, which was my Lord Wilmot's, went Mrs. Barlow, the King's

mistress[39] and mother to the Duke of Monmouth, a brown, beautiful,

bold, but insipid creature.

[Footnote 39: The lady here referred to was Lucy, daughter of

Richard Walters, Esq., of Haverfordwest. She had two children by the

King; James, subsequently so celebrated as the Duke of Monmouth, and

Mary, whose lot was obscure in comparison with that of her brother,

but of course infinitely happier. She married a Mr. William

Sarsfield, of Ireland, and after his death, William Fanshawe, Esq.]

19th August, 1649. I went to salute the French King and the Queen

Dowager; and, on the 21st, returned in one of the Queen's coaches with my

Lord Germain, Duke of Buckingham, Lord Wentworth, and Mr. Croftes, since

Lord Croftes.

7th September, 1649. Went with my wife and dear Cousin to St. Germains,

and kissed the Queen-Mother's hand; dined with my Lord Keeper and Lord

Hatton. Divers of the great men of France came to see the King. The next

day, came the Prince of Condé. Returning to Paris, we went to see the

President Maison's palace, built castle-wise, of a milk-white fine

freestone; the house not vast, but well contrived, especially the

staircase, and the ornaments of Putti, about it. It is environed in a dry

moat, the offices under ground, the gardens very excellent with

extraordinary long walks, set with elms, and a noble prospect toward the

forest, and on the Seine toward Paris. Take it altogether, the meadows,

walks, river, forest, corn-ground, and vineyards, I hardly saw anything

in Italy to exceed it. The iron gates are very magnificent. He has pulled

down a whole village to make room for his pleasure about it.

12th September, 1649. Dr. Crighton, a Scotchman, and one of his Majesty's

chaplains, a learned Grecian who set out the Council of Florence,

preached.

13th September, 1649. The King invited the Prince of Condé to supper at

St. Cloud; there I kissed the Duke of York's hand in the tennis court,

where I saw a famous match between Monsieur Saumeurs and Colonel Cooke,

and so returned to Paris. It was noised about that I was knighted, a

dignity I often declined.

1st October, 1649. Went with my cousin Tuke (afterward Sir Samuel), to

see the fountains of St. Cloud and Ruel; and, after dinner, to talk with

the poor ignorant and superstitious anchorite at Mount Calvary, and so to

Paris.

2d October, 1649. Came Mr. William Coventry (afterward Sir William) and

the Duke's secretary, etc., to visit me.

5th October, 1649. Dined with Sir George Ratcliffe, the great favorite of

the late Earl of Stratford, formerly Lord Deputy of Ireland, decapitated.

7th October, 1649. To the Louvre, to visit the Countess of Moreton,

governess to Madame.

15th October, 1649. Came news of Drogheda being taken by the rebels, and

all put to the sword, which made us very sad, forerunning the loss of all

Ireland.

21st October, 1649. I went to hear Dr. d'Avinson's lecture in the

physical garden, and see his laboratory, he being Prefect of that

excellent garden, and Professor Botanicus.

30th October, 1649. I was at the funeral of one Mr. Downes, a sober

English gentleman. We accompanied his corpse to Charenton, where he was

interred in a cabbage-garden, yet with the office of our church, which

was said before in our chapel at Paris. Here I saw also where they buried

the great soldier, Gassion, who had a tomb built over him like a

fountain, the design and materials mean enough. I returned to Paris with

Sir Philip Musgrave, and Sir Marmaduke Langdale, since Lord

Langdale.--Memorandum. This was a very sickly and mortal autumn.

5th November, 1649. I received divers letters out of England, requiring

me to come over about settling some of my concerns.

7th November, 1649. Dr. George Morley (since Bishop of Winchester)

preached in our chapel on Matthew 4, verse 3.

18th November, 1649. I went with my father-in-law to see his audience at

the French Court, where next the Pope's Nuncio, he was introduced by the

master of ceremonies, and, after delivery of his credentials, as from our

King, since his father's murder, he was most graciously received by the

King of France and his mother, with whom he had a long audience. This was

in the Palais Cardinal.

After this, being presented to his Majesty and the Queen Regent I went to

see the house built by the late great Cardinal de Richelieu. The most

observable thing is the gallery, painted with the portraits of the most

illustrious persons and single actions in France, with innumerable

emblems between every table. In the middle of the gallery, is a neat

chapel, rarely paved in work and devices of several sorts of marble,

besides the altar-piece and two statues of white marble, one of St. John,

the other of the Virgin Mary, by Bernini. The rest of the apartments are

rarely gilded and carved, with some good modern paintings. In the

presence hang three huge branches of crystal. In the French King's

bedchamber, is an alcove like another chamber, set as it were in a

chamber like a movable box, with a rich embroidered bed. The fabric of

the palace is not magnificent, being but of two stories; but the garden

is so spacious as to contain a noble basin and fountain continually

playing, and there is a mall, with an elbow, or turning, to protract it.

So I left his Majesty on the terrace, busy in seeing a bull-baiting, and

returned home in Prince Edward's coach with Mr. Paul, the Prince

Elector's agent.

19th November, 1649. Visited Mr. Waller, where meeting Dr. Holden, an

English Sorbonne divine, we fell into some discourse about religion.

28th December, 1649. Going to wait on Mr. Waller, I viewed St. Stephen's

church; the building, though Gothic, is full of carving; within it is

beautiful, especially the choir and winding stairs. The glass is well

painted, and the tapestry hung up this day about the choir, representing

the conversion of Constantine, was exceedingly rich.

I went to that excellent engraver, Du Bosse, for his instruction about

some difficulties in perspective which were delivered in his book.

I concluded this year in health, for which I gave solemn thanks to

Almighty God.[40]

[Footnote 40: This he does not fail to repeat at the end of every

year, but it will not always be necessary here to insert it.]

29th December, 1649. I christened Sir Hugh Rilie's child with Sir George

Radcliffe in our chapel, the parents being so poor that they had provided

no gossips, so as several of us drawing lots it fell on me, the Dean of

Peterborough (Dr. Cousin) officiating: we named it Andrew, being on the

eve of that Apostle's day.

1st January, 1649-50. I began this Jubilee with the public office in our

chapel: dined at my Lady Herbert's, wife of Sir Edward Herbert, afterward

Lord Keeper.

18th January, 1650. This night was the Prince of Condé and his brother

carried prisoners to the Bois de Vincennes.

6th February, 1650. In the evening, came Signor Alessandro, one of the

Cardinal Mazarine's musicians, and a person of great name for his

knowledge in that art, to visit my wife, and sung before divers persons

of quality in my chamber.

1st March, 1650. I went to see the masquerados, which was very fantastic;

but nothing so quiet and solemn as I found it at Venice.

13th March, 1650. Saw a triumph in Monsieur del Camp's Academy, where

divers of the French and English noblesse, especially my Lord of Ossory,

and Richard, sons to the Marquis of Ormond (afterward Duke), did their

exercises on horseback in noble equipage, before a world of spectators

and great persons, men and ladies. It ended in a collation.

25th April, 1650. I went out of town to see Madrid, a palace so called,

built by Francis I. It is observable only for its open manner of

architecture, being much of terraces and galleries one over another to

the very roof; and for the materials, which are mostly of earth painted

like porcelain, or China-ware, whose colors appear very fresh, but is

very fragile. There are whole statues and relievos of this pottery,

chimney-pieces, and columns both within and without. Under the chapel is

a chimney in the midst of a room parted from the _Salle des Gardes_. The

house is fortified with a deep ditch, and has an admirable vista toward

the Bois de Boulogne and river.

30th April, 1650. I went to see the collection of the famous sculptor,

Steffano de la Bella, returning now into Italy, and bought some prints;

and likewise visited Perelle, the landscape graver.

3d May, 1650. At the hospital of La Charité I saw the operation of

cutting for the stone. A child of eight or nine years old underwent the

operation with most extraordinary patience, and expressing great joy when

he saw the stone was drawn. The use I made of it was, to give Almighty

God hearty thanks that I had not been subject to this deplorable

infirmity.

7th May, 1650. I went with Sir Richard Browne's lady and my wife,

together with the Earl of Chesterfield, Lord Ossory and his brother, to

Vamber, a place near the city famous for butter; when, coming homeward,

being on foot, a quarrel arose between Lord Ossory and a man in a garden,

who thrust Lord Ossory from the gate with uncivil language; on which our

young gallants struck the fellow on the pate, and bade him ask pardon,

which he did with much submission, and so we parted. But we were not gone

far before we heard a noise behind us, and saw people coming with guns,

swords, staves, and forks, and who followed, flinging stones; on which,

we turned, and were forced to engage, and with our swords, stones, and

the help of our servants (one of whom had a pistol) made our retreat for

near a quarter of a mile, when we took shelter in a house, where we were

besieged, and at length forced to submit to be prisoners. Lord Hatton,

with some others, were taken prisoners in the flight, and his lordship

was confined under three locks and as many doors in this rude fellow's

master's house, who pretended to be steward to Monsieur St. Germain, one

of the presidents of the Grand Chambre du Parlement, and a Canon of Nôtre

Dame. Several of us were much hurt. One of our lackeys escaping to Paris,

caused the bailiff of St. Germain to come with his guard and rescue us.

Immediately afterward, came Monsieur St. Germain himself, in great wrath,

on hearing that his housekeeper was assaulted; but when he saw the King's

officers, the gentlemen and noblemen, with his Majesty's Resident and

understood the occasion, he was ashamed of the accident, requesting the

fellow's pardon, and desiring the ladies to accept their submission and a

supper at his house. It was ten o'clock at night ere we got to Paris,

guarded by Prince Griffith (a Welsh hero going under that name, and well

known in England for his extravagancies), together with the scholars of

two academies, who came forth to assist and meet us on horseback, and

would fain have alarmed the town we received the affront from: which,

with much ado, we prevented.

12th May, 1650. Complaint being come to the Queen and Court of France of

the affront we had received, the President was ordered to ask pardon of

Sir R. Browne, his Majesty's Resident, and the fellow to make submission,

and be dismissed. There came along with him the President de Thou, son of

the great Thuanus [the historian], and so all was composed. But I have

often heard that gallant gentleman, my Lord Ossory, affirm solemnly that

in all the conflicts he was ever in at sea or on land (in the most

desperate of both which he had often been), he believed he was never in

so much danger as when these people rose against us. He used to call it

the _bataile de Vambre_, and remember it with a great deal of mirth as an

adventure, _en cavalier_.

24th May, 1650. We were invited by the Noble Academies to a running at

the ring where were many brave horses, gallants, and ladies, my Lord

Stanhope entertaining us with a collation.

12th June, 1650. Being Trinity Sunday, the Dean of Peterborough preached;

after which there was an ordination of two divines, Durell and Brevent

(the one was afterward Dean of Windsor, the other of Durham, both very

learned persons). The Bishop of Galloway officiated with great gravity,

after a pious and learned exhortation declaring the weight and dignity of

their function, especially now in a time of the poor Church of England's

affliction. He magnified the sublimity of the calling, from the object,

viz, the salvation of men's souls, and the glory of God; producing many

human instances of the transitoriness and vanity of all other dignity;

that of all the triumphs the Roman conquerors made, none was comparable

to that of our Blessed Savior's, when he led captivity captive, and gave

gifts to men, namely, that of the Holy Spirit, by which his faithful and

painful ministers triumphed over Satan as often as they reduced a sinner

from the error of his ways. He then proceeded to the ordination. They

were presented by the Dean in their surplices before the altar, the

Bishop sitting in a chair at one side; and so were made both Deacons and

Priests at the same time, in regard to the necessity of the times, there

being so few Bishops left in England, and consequently danger of a

failure of both functions. Lastly, they proceeded to the Communion. This

was all performed in Sir Richard Browne's chapel, at Paris.

13th June, 1650. I sate to the famous sculptor, Nanteuil, who was

afterward made a knight by the French King for his art. He engraved my

picture in copper. At a future time he presented me with my own picture,

done all with his pen; an extraordinary curiosity.

21st June, 1650. I went to see the Samaritan, or pump, at the end of the

Pont Neuf, which, though to appearance promising no great matter, is,

besides the machine, furnished with innumerable rarities both of art and

nature; especially the costly grotto, where are the fairest corals,

growing out of the very rock, that I have seen; also great pieces of

crystals, amethysts, gold in the mine, and other metals and marcasites,

with two great conchas, which the owner told us cost him 200 crowns at

Amsterdam. He showed us many landscapes and prospects, very rarely

painted in miniature, some with the pen and crayon; divers antiquities

and relievos of Rome; above all, that of the inside of the amphitheater

of Titus, incomparably drawn by Monsieur St. Clere himself; two boys and

three skeletons, molded by Fiamingo; a book of statues, with the pen

made for Henry IV., rarely executed, and by which one may discover many

errors in the _taille-douce_ of Perrier, who has added divers conceits of

his own that are not in the originals. He has likewise an infinite

collection of _taille-douces_, richly bound in morocco.

He led us into a stately chamber furnished to have entertained a prince,

with pictures of the greatest masters, especially a Venus of Perino del

Vaga; the Putti carved in the chimney-piece by the Fleming; the vases of

porcelain, and many designed by Raphael; some paintings of Poussin, and

Fioravanti; antiques in brass; the looking-glass and stands rarely

carved. In a word, all was great, choice, and magnificent, and not to be

passed by as I had often done, without the least suspicion that there

were such rare things to be seen in that place. At a future visit, he

showed a new grotto and a bathing place, hewn through the battlements of

the arches of Pont Neuf into a wide vault at the intercolumniation, so

that the coaches and horses thundered over our heads.

[Sidenote: CALAIS]

27th June, 1650. I made my will, and, taking leave of my wife and other

friends, took horse for England, paying the messenger eight pistoles for

me and my servant to Calais, setting out with seventeen in company

well-armed, some Portuguese, Swiss, and French, whereof six were captains

and officers. We came the first night to Beaumont; next day, to Beauvais,

and lay at Pois, and the next, without dining, reached Abbeville; next,

dined at Montreuil, and proceeding met a company on foot (being now

within the inroads of the parties which dangerously infest this day's

journey from St. Omers and the frontiers), which we drew very near to,

ready and resolute to charge through, and accordingly were ordered and

led by a captain of our train; but, as we were on the speed, they called

out, and proved to be Scotchmen, newly raised and landed, and few among

them armed. This night, we were well treated at Boulogne. The next day,

we marched in good order, the passage being now exceeding dangerous, and

got to Calais by a little after two. The sun so scorched my face, that it

made the skin peel off.

I dined with Mr. Booth, his Majesty's agent; and, about three in the

afternoon, embarked in the packet-boat; hearing there was a pirate then

also setting sail, we had security from molestation, and so with a fair

S. W. wind in seven hours we landed at Dover. The busy watchman would

have us to the mayor to be searched, but the gentleman being in bed, we

were dismissed.

Next day, being Sunday, they would not permit us to ride post, so that

afternoon our trunks were visited.

The next morning, by four, we set out for Canterbury, where I met with my

Lady Catherine Scott, whom that very day twelve months before I met at

sea going for France; she had been visiting Sir Thomas Peyton, not far

off, and would needs carry me in her coach to Gravesend. We dined at

Sittingbourne, came late to Gravesend, and so to Deptford, taking leave

of my lady about four the next morning.

5th July, 1650. I supped in the city with my Lady Catherine Scott, at one

Mr. Dubois, where was a gentlewoman called Everard, who was a very great

chemist.

Sunday 7th July, 1650. In the afternoon, having a mind to see what was

doing among the Rebels, then in full possession at Whitehall, I went

thither, and found one at exercise in the chapel, after their way;

thence, to St. James's, where another was preaching in the court abroad.

17th July, 1650. I went to London to obtain a pass,[41] intending but a

short stay in England.

[Footnote 41: A copy of it is subjoined. "These are to will and

require you to permit and suffer the bearer thereof, John Evelyn,

Esq., to transport himself, two servants, and other necessaries,

into any port of France without any your lets or molestations, of

which you are not to fail, and for which this shall be your

sufficient warrant. Given at the Council of State at Whitehall this

25th of June, 1650.

"Signed in the Name and by Order of the Council of State,

appointed by authority of Parliament,

JO. BRADSHAWE, President.

"To all Customers, Comptrollers and Searchers, and all other

officers of the Ports, or Customs."

Subjoined to the signature, Evelyn has added in his own writing;

"The hand of that villain who sentenced our Charles I. of B[lessed]

M[emory."] Its endorsement, also in his writing, is, "The Pass from

the Council of State, 1650."]

25th July, 1650. I went by Epsom to Wotton, saluting Sir Robert Cook and

my sister Glanville; the country was now much molested by soldiers, who

took away gentlemen's horses for the service of the state, as then

called.

4th August, 1650. I heard a sermon at the Rolls; and, in the afternoon,

wandered to divers churches, the pulpits full of novices and novelties.

6th August, 1650. To Mr. Walker's, a good painter, who showed me an

excellent copy of Titian.

12th August, 1650. Set out for Paris, taking post at Gravesend, and so

that night to Canterbury, where being surprised by the soldiers, and

having only an antiquated pass, with some fortunate dexterity I got clear

of them though not without extraordinary hazard, having before

counterfeited one with success, it being so difficult to procure one of

the rebels without entering into oaths, which I never would do. At Dover,

money to the searchers and officers was as authentic as the hand and seal

of Bradshawe himself, where I had not so much as my trunk opened.

[Sidenote: CALAIS]

13th August, 1650. At six in the evening, set sail for Calais; the wind

not favorable, I was very sea-sick, coming to an anchor about one

o'clock; about five in the morning, we had a long boat to carry us to

land, though at a good distance; this we willingly entered, because two

vessels were chasing us; but, being now almost at the harbor's mouth,

through inadvertency there broke in upon us two such heavy seas, as had

almost sunk the boat, I being near the middle up in water. Our steersman,

it seems, apprehensive of the danger, was preparing to leap into the sea

and trust to swimming, but seeing the vessel emerge, he put her into the

pier, and so, God be thanked! we got to Calais, though wet.

Here I waited for company, the passage toward Paris being still infested

with volunteers from the Spanish frontiers.

16th August, 1650. The Regiment of Picardy, consisting of about 1,400

horse and foot (among them was a captain whom I knew), being come to

town, I took horses for myself and servant, and marched under their

protection to Boulogne. It was a miserable spectacle to see how these

tattered soldiers pillaged the poor people of their sheep, poultry, corn,

cattle, and whatever came in their way; but they had such ill pay, that

they were ready themselves to starve.

As we passed St. Denis, the people were in uproar, the guards doubled,

and everybody running with their movables to Paris, on an alarm that the

enemy was within five leagues of them; so miserably exposed was even this

part of France at this time.

[Sidenote: PARIS]

The 30th, I got to Paris, after an absence of two months only.

1st September, 1650. My Lady Herbert invited me to dinner; Paris, and

indeed all France, being full of loyal fugitives.

Came Mr. Waller to see me, about a child of his which the Popish midwife

had baptized.

15th October, 1650. Sir Thomas Osborne (afterward Lord Treasurer) and

Lord Stanhope shot for a wager of five louis, to be spent on a treat;

they shot so exact that it was a drawn match.

1st November, 1650. Took leave of my Lord Stanhope, going on his journey

toward Italy; also visited my Lord Hatton, Comptroller of his Majesty's

Household, the Countess of Morton, Governess to the Lady Henrietta, and

Mrs. Gardner, one of the Queen's maids of honor.

6th November, 1650. Sir Thomas Osborne supping with us, his groom was set

upon in the street before our house, and received two wounds, but gave

the assassin nine, who was carried off to the Charité Hospital. Sir

Thomas went for England on the 8th, and carried divers letters for me to

my friends.

16th November, 1650. I went to Monsieur Visse's, the French King's

Secretary, to a concert of French music and voices, consisting of

twenty-four, two theorbos, and but one bass viol, being a rehearsal of

what was to be sung at vespers at St. Cecilia's, on her feast, she being

patroness of Musicians. News arrived of the death of the Princess of

Orange of the smallpox.

14th December, 1650. I went to visit Mr. Ratcliffe, in whose lodging was

an imposter that had liked to have imposed upon us a pretended secret of

multiplying gold; it is certain he had lived some time in Paris in

extraordinary splendor, but I found him to be an egregious cheat.

22d December, 1650. Came the learned Dr. Boet to visit me.

31st December, 1650. I gave God thanks for his mercy and protection the

past year, and made up my accounts, which came this year to 7,015 livres,

near £600 sterling.

1st January, 1650-51. I wrote to my brother at Wotton, about his garden

and fountains. After evening prayer, Mr. Wainsford called on me: he had

long been Consul at Aleppo, and told me many strange things of those

countries, the Arabs especially.

27th January, 1651. I had letters of the death of Mrs. Newton, my

grand-mother-in-law; she had a most tender care of me during my

childhood, and was a woman of extraordinary charity and piety.

29th January, 1651. Dr. Duncan preached on 8 Matt. v. 34, showing the

mischief of covetousness. My Lord Marquis of Ormonde and Inchiquin, come

newly out of Ireland, were this day at chapel.

9th February, 1651. Cardinal Mazarin was proscribed by Arrêt du

Parlement, and great commotions began in Paris.

23d February, 1651. I went to see the Bonnes Hommes, a convent that has a

fair cloister painted with the lives of hermits; a glorious altar now

erecting in the chapel; the garden on the rock with divers descents, with

a fine vineyard, and a delicate prospect toward the city.

24th February, 1651. I went to see a dromedary, a very monstrous beast,

much like the camel, but larger. There was also dancing on the rope; but,

above all, surprising to those who were ignorant of the address, was the

water-spouter, who, drinking only fountain-water, rendered out of his

mouth in several glasses all sorts of wine and sweet waters. For a piece

of money he discovered the secret to me. I waited on Friar Nicholas at

the convent at Chaillot, who, being an excellent chemist, showed me his

laboratory, and rare collection of spagyrical remedies. He was both

physician and apothecary of the convent, and, instead of the names of his

drugs, he painted his boxes and pots with the figure of the drug, or

simple, contained in them. He showed me as a rarity some [Transcriber's

note: special symbol for the planet Mercury] of antimony. He had cured

Monsieur Senatin of a desperate sickness, for which there was building a

monumental altar that was to cost £1,500.

11th March, 1651. I went to the Châtelet, or prison, where a malefactor

was to have the question, or torture, given to him, he refusing to

confess the robbery with which he was charged, which was thus: they first

bound his wrist with a strong rope, or small cable, and one end of it to

an iron ring made fast to the wall, about four feet from the floor, and

then his feet with another cable, fastened about five feet further than

his utmost length to another ring on the floor of the room. Thus

suspended, and yet lying but aslant, they slid a horse of wood under the

rope which bound his feet, which so exceedingly stiffened it, as severed

the fellow's joints in miserable sort, drawing him out at length in an

extraordinary manner, he having only a pair of linen drawers on his naked

body. Then, they questioned him of a robbery (the lieutenant being

present and a clerk that wrote), which not confessing, they put a higher

horse under the rope, to increase the torture and extension. In this

agony, confessing nothing, the executioner with a horn (just such as they

drench horses with) stuck the end of it into his mouth, and poured the

quantity of two buckets of water down his throat and over him, which so

prodigiously swelled him, as would have pitied and affrighted any one to

see it; for all this, he denied all that was charged to him. They then

let him down, and carried him before a warm fire to bring him to himself,

being now to all appearance dead with pain. What became of him, I know

not; but the gentleman whom he robbed constantly averred him to be the

man, and the fellow's suspicious pale looks, before he knew he should be

racked, betrayed some guilt; the lieutenant was also of that opinion, and

told us at first sight (for he was a lean, dry, black young man) he would

conquer the torture; and so it seems they could not hang him, but did use

in such cases, where the evidence is very presumptive, to send them to

the galleys, which is as bad as death.

There was another malefactor to succeed, but the spectacle was so

uncomfortable, that I was not able to stay the sight of another. It

represented yet to me the intolerable sufferings which our Blessed Savior

must needs undergo, when his body was hanging with all its weight upon

the nails on the cross.

20th March, 1651. I went this night with my wife to a ball at the Marquis

de Crevecoeur's, where were divers princes, dukes, and great persons;

but what appeared to me very mean was, that it began with a puppet-play.

6th May, 1651. I attended the ambassador to a masque at Court, where the

French King in person danced five entries, but being engaged in

discourse, and better entertained with one of the Queen-Regent's

secretaries, I soon left the entertainment.

11th May, 1651. To the Palace Cardinal, where the Master of the

Ceremonies placed me to see the royal masque, or opera. The first scene

represented a chariot of singers composed of the rarest voices that could

be procured, representing Cornaro[42] and Temperance; this was overthrown

by Bacchus and his revelers; the rest consisted of several entries and

pageants of excess, by all the elements. A masque representing fire was

admirable; then came a Venus out of the clouds. The conclusion was a

heaven, whither all ascended. But the glory of the masque was the great

persons performing in it, the French King, his brother the Duke of Anjou,

with all the grandees of the Court, the King performing to the admiration

of all. The music was twenty-nine violins, vested _à l'antique_, but the

habits of the masquers were stupendously rich and glorious.

[Footnote 42: The famous Venetian writer on Temperance.]

23d May, 1651. I went to take leave of the ambassadors for Spain, which

were my Lord Treasurer Cottington and Sir Edward Hyde; and, as I

returned, I visited Mr. Morine's garden, and his other rarities,

especially corals, minerals, stones, and natural curiosities; crabs of

the Red Sea, the body no bigger than a small bird's egg, but flatter, and

the two legs, or claws, a foot in length. He had abundance of shells, at

least 1,000 sorts, which furnished a cabinet of great price; and had a

very curious collection of scarabees and insects, of which he was

compiling a natural history. He had also the pictures of his choice

flowers and plants in miniature. He told me there were 10,000 sorts of

tulips only. He had _taille-douces_ out of number; the head of the

rhinoceros bird, which was very extravagant, and one butterfly resembling

a perfect bird.

25th May, 1651. I went to visit Mr. Thomas White, a learned priest and

famous philosopher,[43] author of the book "De Mundo," with whose worthy

brother I was well acquainted at Rome. I was shown a cabinet of

Maroquin, or Turkey leather, so curiously inlaid with other leather, and

gilding, that the workman demanded for it 800 livres.

[Footnote 43: A native of Essex, who was born in 1582, educated

abroad, and, his family being Catholic, became a priest of that

church, the sub-rector of the college at Douay. He advocated the

Cartesian philosophy, and this brought him into an extensive

correspondence with Hobbes and Descartes, in the course of which he

Latinized his name into Thomas Albius, or De Albis. He died in

1676.]

The Dean (of Peterborough) preached on the feast of Pentecost,

perstringing those of Geneva for their irreverence of the Blessed Virgin.

4th June, 1651. Trinity Sunday, I was absent from church in the afternoon

on a charitable affair for the Abbess of Bourcharvant, who but for me had

been abused by that chemist, Du Menie. Returning, I stepped into the

Grand Jesuits, who had this high day exposed their Cibarium, made all of

solid gold and imagery, a piece of infinite cost. Dr. Croydon, coming out

of Italy and from Padua, came to see me, on his return to England.

5th June, 1651. I accompanied my Lord Strafford, and some other noble

persons, to hear Madam Lavaran sing, which she did both in French and

Italian excellently well, but her voice was not strong.

7th June, 1651. Corpus Christi Day, there was a grand procession, all the

streets tapestried, several altars erected there, full of images, and

other rich furniture, especially that before the Court, of a rare design

and architecture. There were abundance of excellent pictures and great

vases of silver.

13th June, 1651. I went to see the collection of one Monsieur Poignant,

which for variety of agates, crystals, onyxes, porcelain, medals,

statues, relievos, paintings, _taille-douces_, and antiquities, might

compare with the Italian virtuosos.

21st June, 1651. I became acquainted with Sieur William Curtius, a very

learned and judicious person of the Palatinate. He had been a scholar to

Alstedius, the Encyclopedist, was well advanced in years, and now

Resident for his Majesty at Frankfort.

2d July, 1651. Came to see me the Earl of Strafford, Lord Ossory and his

brother, Sir John Southcott, Sir Edward Stawell, two of my Lord Spencer's

sons, and Dr. Stewart, Dean of St. Paul's, a learned and pious man, where

we entertained the time upon several subjects, especially the affairs of

England, and the lamentable condition of our Church. The Lord Gerrard

also called to see my collection of sieges and battles.

21st July, 1651. An extraordinary fast was celebrated in our Chapel, Dr.

Stewart, Dean of St. Paul's, preaching.

2d August, 1651. I went with my wife to Conflans, where were abundance of

ladies and others bathing in the river; the ladies had their tents spread

on the water for privacy.

29th August, 1651. Was kept as a solemn fast for the calamities of our

poor Church, now trampled on by the rebels. Mr. Waller, being at St.

Germains, desired me to send him a coach from Paris, to bring my wife's

goddaughter to Paris, to be buried by the Common Prayer.

6th September, 1651. I went with my wife to St. Germains, to condole with

Mr. Waller's loss. I carried with me and treated at dinner that excellent

and pious person the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. Stewart, and Sir Lewis Dives

(half-brother to the Earl of Bristol), who entertained us with his

wonderful escape out of prison in Whitehall, the very evening before he

was to have been put to death, leaping down out of a jakes two stories

high into the Thames at high water, in the coldest of winter, and at

night; so as by swimming he got to a boat that attended for him, though

he was guarded by six musketeers. After this, he went about in women's

habit, and then in a small-coal-man's, traveling 200 miles on foot,

embarked for Scotland with some men he had raised, who coming on shore

were all surprised and imprisoned on the Marquis of Montrose's score; he

not knowing anything of their barbarous murder of that hero. This he told

us was his fifth escape, and none less miraculous; with this note, that

the charging through 1,000 men armed, or whatever danger could befall a

man, he believed could not more confound and distract a man's thoughts

than the execution of a premeditated escape, the passions of hope and

fear being so strong. This knight was indeed a valiant gentleman; but not

a little given to romance, when he spoke of himself. I returned to Paris

the same evening.

7th September, 1651. I went to visit Mr. Hobbes, the famous philosopher

of Malmesbury, with whom I had long acquaintance. From his window we saw

the whole equipage and glorious cavalcade of the young French Monarch,

Louis XIV., passing to Parliament, when first he took the kingly

government on him, now being in his 14th year, out of his minority and

the Queen Regent's pupilage. First came the captain of the King's Aids,

at the head of 50, richly liveried; next, the Queen-Mother's Light Horse,

100, the lieutenant being all over covered with embroidery and ribbons,

having before him four trumpets habited in black velvet, full of lace,

and casques of the same. Then, the King's Light Horse, 200, richly

habited, with four trumpets in blue velvet embroidered with gold, before

whom rode the Count d'Olonne coronet [cornet], whose belt was set with

pearl. Next went the grand Prévôt's company on foot, with the Prévôt on

horseback; after them, the Swiss in black velvet toques, led by two

gallant cavaliers habited in scarlet-colored satin, after their country

fashion, which is very fantastic; he had in his cap a _pennach_ of heron,

with a band of diamonds, and about him twelve little Swiss boys, with

halberds. Then, came the _Aide des Cérémonies_; next, the grandees of

court, governors of places and lieutenants-general of provinces,

magnificently habited and mounted; among whom I must not forget the

Chevalier Paul, famous for many sea-fights and signal exploits there,

because it is said he had never been an Academist, and yet governed a

very unruly horse, and besides his rich suit his Malta Cross was esteemed

at 10,000 crowns. These were headed by two trumpets, and the whole troop,

covered with gold, jewels, and rich caparisons, were followed by six

trumpets in blue velvet also, preceding as many heralds in blue velvet

_semée_ with fleurs-de-lis, caduces in their hands, and velvet caps on

their heads; behind them, came one of the masters of the ceremonies;

then, divers marshals and many of the nobility, exceeding splendid;

behind them Count d'Harcourt, grand Ecuyer, alone, carrying the King's

sword in a scarf, which he held up in a blue sheath studded with

fleurs-de-lis; his horse had for reins two scarfs of black taffeta.

Then came abundance of footmen and pages of the King, new-liveried with

white and red feathers; next, the _garde du corps_ and other officers;

and lastly, appeared the King himself on an Isabella barb, on which a

housing _semee_, with crosses of the Order of the Holy Ghost, and

fleurs-de-lis; the King himself, like a young Apollo, was in a suit so

covered with rich embroidery, that one could perceive nothing of the

stuff under it; he went almost the whole way with his hat in hand,

saluting the ladies and acclamators, who had filled the windows with

their beauty, and the air with _Vive le Roi_. He seemed a prince of a

grave yet sweet countenance. After the King, followed divers great

persons of the Court, exceeding splendid, also his esquires; masters of

horse, on foot; then the company of _Exempts des Gardes_, and six guards

of Scotch. Between their files were divers princes of the blood, dukes,

and lords; after all these, the Queen's guard of Swiss, pages, and

footmen; then, the Queen-Mother herself, in a rich coach, with Monsieur

the King's brother, the Duke of Orleans, and some other lords and ladies

of honor. About the coach, marched her _Exempts des Gardes_: then the

company of the King's _Gens d'armes_, well mounted, 150, with four

trumpets, and as many of the Queen's; lastly, an innumerable company of

coaches full of ladies and gallants. In this equipage, passed the monarch

to the Parliament, henceforth exercising his kingly government.

15th September, 1651. I accompanied Sir Richard Browne, my father-in-law,

to the French Court, when he had a favorable audience of the French King,

and the Queen, his mother; congratulating the one on his coming to the

exercise of his royal charge, and the other's prudent and happy

administration during her late regency, desiring both to preserve the

same amity for his master, our King, as they had hitherto done, which

they both promised, with many civil expressions and words of course upon

such occasions. We were accompanied both going and returning by the

Introductor of Ambassadors and Aid of Ceremonies. I also saw the audience

of Morosini, the Ambassador of Venice, and divers other Ministers of

State from German Princes, Savoy, etc. Afterward I took a walk in the

King's gardens, where I observed that the mall goes the whole square

there of next the wall, and bends with an angle so made as to glance the

wall; the angle is of stone. There is a basin at the end of the garden

fed by a noble fountain and high jetto. There were in it two or three

boats, in which the King now and then rows about. In another part is a

complete fort, made with bastions, graft, half-moons, ravelins, and

furnished with great guns cast on purpose to instruct the King in

fortification.

22d September, 1651. Arrived the news of the fatal battle at Worcester,

which exceedingly mortified our expectations.

28th September, 1651. I was shown a collection of books and prints made

for the Duke of York.

1st October, 1651. The Dean of Peterborough [Dr. Cosin] preached on Job

xiii., verse 15, encouraging our trust in God on all events and

extremities, and for establishing and comforting some ladies of great

quality, who were then to be discharged from our Queen-Mother's service

unless they would go over to the Romish Mass.

The Dean, dining this day at our house, told me the occasion of

publishing those Offices, which among the Puritans were wont to be called

COSIN'S COZENING DEVOTIONS, by way of derision. At the first coming of

the Queen into England, she and her French ladies were often upbraiding

our religion, that had neither appointed nor set forth any hours of

prayer, or breveries, by which ladies and courtiers, who have much spare

time, might edify and be in devotion, as they had. Our Protestant ladies,

scandalized it seems at this, moved the matter to the King; whereupon his

Majesty presently called Bishop White to him and asked his thoughts of

it, and whether there might not be found some forms of prayer proper on

such occasions, collected out of some already approved forms, that so the

court ladies and others (who spent much time in trifling) might at least

appear as devout, and be so too, as the new-come-over French ladies, who

took occasion to reproach our want of zeal and religion. On which, the

Bishop told his Majesty that it might be done easily, and was very

necessary; whereupon the King commanded him to employ some person of the

clergy to compile such a Work, and presently the Bishop naming Dr. Cosin,

the King enjoined him to charge the Doctor in his name to set about it

immediately. This the Dean told me he did; and three months after,

bringing the book to the King, he commanded the Bishop of London to read

it over, and make his report; this was so well liked, that (contrary to

former custom of doing it by a chaplain) he would needs give it an

_imprimatur_ under his own hand. Upon this there were at first only 200

copies printed; nor, said he, was there anything in the whole book of my

own composure, nor did I set any name as author to it, but those

necessary prefaces, etc., out of the Fathers, touching the times and

seasons of prayer; all the rest being entirely translated and collected

out of an OFFICE published by authority of Queen Elizabeth, anno 1560,

and our own Liturgy. This I rather mention to justify that industrious

and pious Dean, who had exceedingly suffered by it, as if he had done it

of his own head to introduce Popery, from which no man was more averse,

and one who in this time of temptation and apostacy held and confirmed

many to our Church.

29th October, 1651. Came news and letters to the Queen and Sir Richard

Browne (who was the first that had intelligence of it) of his Majesty's

miraculous escape after the fight at Worcester; which exceedingly

rejoiced us.

7th November, 1651. I visited Sir Kenelm Digby, with whom I had much

discourse on chemical matters. I showed him a particular way of

extracting oil of sulphur, and he gave me a certain powder with which he

affirmed that he had fixed [Transcriber's note: special symbol for the

planet Mercury] (mercury) before the late King. He advised me to try and

digest a little better, and gave me a water which he said was only rain

water of the autumnal equinox, exceedingly rectified, very volatile; it

had a taste of a strong vitriolic, and smelt like _aqua fortis_. He

intended it for a dissolvent of calx of gold; but the truth is, Sir

Kenelm was an arrant mountebank. Came news of the gallant Earl of Derby's

execution by the rebels.

14th November, 1651. Dr. Clare preached on Genesis xxviii., verses 20,

21, 22, upon Jacob's vow, which he appositely applied, it being the first

Sunday his Majesty came to chapel after his escape. I went, in the

afternoon, to visit the Earl of Norwich; he lay at the Lord of Aubigny's.

16th November, 1651. Visited Dean Stewart, who had been sick about two

days; when, going up to his lodging, I found him dead; which affected me

much, as besides his particular affection and love to me, he was of

incomparable parts and great learning, of exemplary life, and a very

great loss to the whole church. He was buried the next day with all our

church's ceremonies, many noble persons accompanying the corpse.

17th November, 1651. I went to congratulate the marriage of Mrs. Gardner,

maid of honor, lately married to that odd person, Sir Henry Wood: but

riches do many things.

To see Monsieur Febure's course of chemistry, where I found Sir Kenelm

Digby, and divers curious persons of learning and quality. It was his

first opening the course and preliminaries, in order to operations.

1st December, 1651. I now resolved to return to England.

3d December, 1651. Sir Lewis Dives dined with us, who relating some of

his adventures, showed me divers pieces of broad gold, which, being in

his pocket in a fight, preserved his life by receiving a musket bullet on

them, which deadened its violence, so that it went no further; but made

such a stroke on the gold as fixed the impressions upon one another,

battering and bending several of them; the bullet itself was flatted, and

retained on it the color of the gold. He assured us that of a hundred of

them, which it seems he then had in his pocket, not one escaped without

some blemish. He affirmed that his being protected by a Neapolitan

Prince, who connived at his bringing some horses into France, contrary to

the order of the Viceroy, by assistance of some banditti, was the

occasion of a difference between those great men, and consequently of the

late civil war in that kingdom, the Viceroy having killed the Prince

standing on his defense at his own castle. He told me that the second

time of the Scots coming into England, the King was six times their

number, and might easily have beaten them; but was betrayed, as were all

other his designs and counsels, by some, even of his bedchamber, meaning

M. Hamilton, who copied Montrose's letters from time to time when his

Majesty was asleep.

11th December, 1651. Came to visit me, Mr. Obadiah Walker, of University

College, with his two pupils, the sons of my worthy friend, Henry

Hyldiard, Esq., whom I had recommended to his care.

21st December, 1651. Came to visit my wife, Mrs. Lane,[44] the lady who

conveyed the King to the seaside at his escape from Worcester. Mr. John

Cosin, son of the Dean, debauched by the priests, wrote a letter to me

to mediate for him with his father. I prepared for my last journey, being

now resolved to leave France altogether.

[Footnote 44: Sister of Colonel Lane, an English officer in the army

of Charles II. dispersed at the battle of Worcester. She assisted

the King in effecting his escape after that battle, his Majesty

traveling with her disguised as her serving man, William Jackson.]

25th December, 1651. The King and Duke received the Sacrament first by

themselves, the Lords Byron and Wilmot holding the long towel all along

the altar.

26th December, 1651. Came news of the death of that rebel, Ireton.

31st December, 1651. Preached Dr. Wolley, after which was celebrated the

Holy Communion, which I received also, preparative of my journey, being

now resolved to leave France altogether, and to return God Almighty

thanks for His gracious protection of me this past year.

2d January, 1651-52. News of my sister Glanville's death in childbed,

which exceedingly affected me.

I went to one Mark Antonio, an incomparable artist in enameling. He

wrought by the lamp figures in boss, of a large size, even to the life,

so that nothing could be better molded. He told us stories of a Genoese

jeweler, who had the great ARCANUM, and had made projection before him

several times. He met him at Cyprus traveling into Egypt; in his return

from whence, he died at sea, and the secret with him, that else he had

promised to have left it to him; that all his effects were seized on, and

dissipated by the Greeks in the vessel, to an immense value. He also

affirmed, that being in a goldsmith's shop at Amsterdam, a person of very

low stature came in, and desired the goldsmith to melt him a pound of

lead; which done, he unscrewed the pommel of his sword, and taking out of

a little box a small quantity of powder, casting it into the crucible,

poured an ingot out, which when cold he took up, saying, "Sir, you will

be paid for your lead in the crucible," and so went out immediately. When

he was gone the goldsmith found four ounces of good gold in it; but could

never set eye again on the little man, though he sought all the city for

him. Antonio asserted this with great obtestation; nor know I what to

think of it, there are so many impostors and people who love to tell

strange stories, as this artist did, who had been a great rover, and

spoke ten different languages.

13th January, 1652. I took leave of Mr. Waller, who, having been

proscribed by the rebels, had obtained of them permission to return, was

going to England.

29th January, 1652. Abundance of my French and English friends and some

Germans came to take leave of me, and I set out in a coach for Calais, in

an exceedingly hard frost which had continued for some time. We got that

night to Beaumont; 30th, to Beauvais; 31st, we found the ways very deep

with snow, and it was exceedingly cold; dined at Pois; lay at Pernèe, a

miserable cottage of miserable people in a wood, wholly unfurnished, but

in a little time we had sorry beds and some provision, which they told me

they hid in the wood for fear of the frontier enemy, the garrisons near

them continually plundering what they had. They were often infested with

wolves. I cannot remember that I ever saw more miserable creatures.

1st February, 1652. I dined at Abbeville; 2d, dined at Montreuil, lay at

Boulogne; 3d, came to Calais, by eleven in the morning; I thought to have

embarked in the evening, but, for fear of pirates plying near the coast,

I dared not trust our small vessel, and stayed till Monday following,

when two or three lusty vessels were to depart.

I brought with me from Paris Mr. Christopher Wase, sometime before made

to resign his Fellowship in King's College, Cambridge, because he would

not take the Covenant. He had been a soldier in Flanders, and came

miserable to Paris. From his excellent learning, and some relation he had

to Sir R. Browne, I bore his charges into England, and clad and provided

for him, till he should find some better condition; and he was worthy of

it. There came with us also Captain Griffith, Mr. Tyrell, brother to Sir

Timothy Tyrell, of Shotover (near Oxford).

At Calais, I dined with my Lord Wentworth, and met with Mr. Heath, Sir

Richard Lloyd, Captain Paine, and divers of our banished friends, of whom

understanding that the Count de la Strade, Governor of Dunkirk, was in

the town, who had bought my wife's picture, taken by pirates at sea the

year before (my wife having sent it for me in England), as my Lord of

Norwich had informed me at Paris, I made my address to him, who frankly

told me that he had such a picture in his own bedchamber among other

ladies, and how he came by it; seeming well pleased that it was his

fortune to preserve it for me, and he generously promised to send it to

any friend I had at Dover; I mentioned a French merchant there and so

took my leave.

6th February, 1652. I embarked early in the packet boat, but put my goods

in a stouter vessel. It was calm, so that we got not to Dover till eight

at night. I took horse for Canterbury, and lay at Rochester; next day, to

Gravesend, took a pair of oars, and landed at Sayes Court, where I stayed

three days to refresh, and look after my packet and goods, sent by a

stouter vessel. I went to visit my cousin, Richard Fanshawe, and divers

other friends.

6th March, 1652. Saw the magnificent funeral of that arch-rebel, Ireton,

carried in pomp from Somerset House to Westminster, accompanied with

divers regiments of soldiers, horse and foot; then marched the mourners,

General Cromwell (his father-in-law), his mock-parliament-men, officers,

and forty poor men in gowns, three led horses in housings of black cloth,

two led in black velvet, and his charging horse, all covered over with

embroidery and gold, on crimson velvet; then the guidons, ensigns, four

heralds, carrying the arms of the State (as they called it), namely, the

red cross and Ireland, with the casque, wreath, sword, spurs, etc.; next,

a chariot canopied of black velvet, and six horses, in which was the

corpse; the pall held up by the mourners on foot; the mace and sword,

with other marks of his charge in Ireland (where he died of the plague),

carried before in black scarfs. Thus, in a grave pace, drums covered with

cloth, soldiers reversing their arms, they proceeded through the streets

in a very solemn manner. This Ireton was a stout rebel, and had been very

bloody to the King's party, witness his severity at Colchester, when in

cold blood he put to death those gallant gentlemen, Sir Charles Lucas and

Sir George Lisle. My cousin, R. Fanshawe, came to visit me, and informed

me of many considerable affairs. Sir Henry Herbert presented me with his

brother, my Lord Cherbury's book, "_De Veritate_."

[Sidenote: DEPTFORD]

9th March, 1652. I went to Deptford, where I made preparation for my

settlement, no more intending to go out of England, but endeavor a

settled life, either in this or some other place, there being now so

little appearance of any change for the better, all being entirely in

the rebels' hands; and this particular habitation and the estate

contiguous to it (belonging to my father-in-law, actually in his

Majesty's service) very much suffering for want of some friend to rescue

it out of the power of the usurpers, so as to preserve our interest, and

take some care of my other concerns, by the advice and endeavor of my

friends I was advised to reside in it, and compound with the soldiers.

This I was besides authorized by his Majesty to do, and encouraged with a

promise that what was in lease from the Crown, if ever it pleased God to

restore him, he would secure to us in fee farm. I had also addresses and

cyphers, to correspond with his Majesty and Ministers abroad: upon all

which inducements, I was persuaded to settle henceforth in England,

having now run about the world, most part out of my own country, near ten

years. I therefore now likewise meditated sending over for my wife, whom

as yet I had left at Paris.

14th March, 1652. I went to Lewisham, where I heard an honest sermon on

1 Cor. ii. 5-7, being the first Sunday I had been at church since my

return, it being now a rare thing to find a priest of the Church of

England in a parish pulpit, most of which were filled with Independents

and Fanatics.

15th March, 1652. I saw the "Diamond" and "Ruby" launched in the Dock at

Deptford, carrying forty-eight brass cannon each; Cromwell and his

grandees present, with great acclamations.

18th March, 1652. That worthy divine, Mr. Owen, of Eltham, a sequestered

person, came to visit me.

[Sidenote: LONDON]

19th March, 1652. Invited by Lady Gerrard, I went to London, where we had

a great supper; all the vessels, which were innumerable, were of

porcelain, she having the most ample and richest collection of that

curiosity in England.

22d March, 1652. I went with my brother Evelyn to Wotton, to give him

what directions I was able about his garden, which he was now desirous to

put into some form; but for which he was to remove a mountain overgrown

with huge trees and thicket, with a moat within ten yards of the house.

This my brother immediately attempted, and that without great cost, for

more than a hundred yards south, by digging down the mountain, and

flinging it into a rapid stream; it not only carried away the sand, etc.,

but filled up the moat, and leveled that noble area, where now the garden

and fountain is. The first occasion of my brother making this alteration

was my building the little retiring place between the great wood eastward

next the meadow, where, some time after my father's death, I made a

triangular pond, or little stew, with an artificial rock after my coming

out of Flanders.

29th March, 1652. I heard that excellent prelate, the primate of Ireland

(Jacobus Usher) preach in Lincoln's Inn, on Heb. iv. 16, encouraging of

penitent sinners.

5th April, 1652. My brother George brought to Sayes Court Cromwell's Act

of Oblivion to all that would submit to the Government.

13th April, 1652. News was brought me that Lady Cotton, my brother

George's wife was delivered of a son.

I was moved by a letter out of France to publish the letter which some

time since I sent to Dean Cosin's proselyted son; but I did not conceive

it convenient, for fear of displeasing her Majesty, the Queen.

15th April, 1652. I wrote to the Dean, touching my buying his library,

which was one of the choicest collections of any private person in

England.

The Count de Strade most generously and handsomely sent me the picture of

my wife from Dunkirk, in a large tin case without any charge. It is of

Mr. Bourdon, and is that which has the dog in it, and is to the knees,

but it has been somewhat spoiled by washing it ignorantly with soapsuds.

25th April, 1652. I went to visit Alderman Kendrick, a fanatic Lord

Mayor, who had married a relation of ours, where I met with a Captain who

had been thirteen times to the East Indies.

29th April, 1652. Was that celebrated eclipse of the sun, so much

threatened by the astrologers, and which had so exceedingly alarmed the

whole nation that hardly any one would work, nor stir out of their

houses. So ridiculously were they abused by knavish and ignorant

star-gazers.

We went this afternoon to see the Queen's house at Greenwich, now given

by the rebels to Bulstrode Whitelocke, one of their unhappy counselors,

and keeper of pretended liberties.

10th May, 1652. Passing by Smithfield, I saw a miserable creature

burning, who had murdered her husband. I went to see some workmanship of

that admirable artist, Reeves, famous for perspective, and turning

curiosities in ivory.

29th May, 1652. I went to give order about a coach to be made against my

wife's coming, being my first coach, the pattern whereof I brought out of

Paris.

30th May, 1652. I went to obtain of my Lord Devonshire that my nephew,

George, might be brought up with my young Lord, his son, to whom I was

recommending Mr. Wase. I also inspected the manner of camleting silk and

grograms at one Monsieur La Dorées in Moor-fields, and thence to Colonel

Morley, one of their Council of State, as then called, who had been my

schoolfellow, to request a pass for my wife's safe landing, and the goods

she was to bring with her out of France; which he courteously granted,

and did me many other kindnesses, that was a great matter in those days.

In the afternoon, at Charlton church, where I heard a Rabinical sermon.

Here is a fair monument in black marble of Sir Adam Newton, who built

that fair house near it for Prince Henry, and where my noble friend, Sir

Henry Newton, succeeded him.

3d June, 1652. I received a letter from Colonel Morley to the Magistrates

and Searchers at Rye, to assist my wife at her landing, and show her all

civility.

4th June, 1652. I set out to meet her now on her journey from Paris,

after she had obtained leave to come out of that city, which had now been

besieged some time by the Prince of Condé's army in the time of the

rebellion, and after she had been now near twelve years from her own

country, that is, since five years of age, at which time she went over. I

went to Rye to meet her, where was an embargo on occasion of the late

conflict with the Holland fleet, the two nations being now in war, and

which made sailing very unsafe.

On Whit Sunday, I went to the church (which is a very fair one), and

heard one of the canters, who dismissed the assembly rudely, and without

any blessing. Here I stayed till the 10th with no small impatience, when

I walked over to survey the ruins of Winchelsea, that ancient cinq-port,

which by the remains and ruins of ancient streets and public structures,

discovers it to have been formerly a considerable and large city. There

are to be seen vast caves and vaults, walls and towers, ruins of

monasteries and of a sumptuous church, in which are some handsome

monuments, especially of the Templars, buried just in the manner of those

in the Temple at London. This place being now all in rubbish, and a few

despicable hovels and cottages only standing, hath yet a Mayor. The sea,

which formerly rendered it a rich and commodious port, has now forsaken

it.

[Sidenote: TUNBRIDGE]

11th June, 1652. About four in the afternoon, being at bowls on the

green, we discovered a vessel which proved to be that in which my wife

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, and my

Lady Browne, her mother, who accompanied her. My wife 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 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.

25th June, 1652. After a drought of near four months, there fell so

violent a tempest of hail, rain, wind, thunder, and lightning, as no man

had seen the like in his age; the hail being in some places four or five

inches about, broke all glass about London, especially at Deptford, and

more at Greenwich.

29th June, 1652. I returned to Tunbridge, and again drank the water, till

10th of July.

We went to see the house of my Lord Clanrickarde at Summer hill, near

Tunbridge (now given to that villain, Bradshawe, who condemned the King).

'Tis situated on an eminent hill, with a park; but has nothing else

extraordinary.

4th July, 1652. I heard a sermon at Mr. Packer's chapel at Groomsbridge,

a pretty melancholy seat, well wooded and watered. In this house was one

of the French kings[45] kept prisoner. The chapel was built by Mr.

Packer's father, in remembrance of King Charles the First's safe return

out of Spain.

[Footnote 45: The Duke of Orleans, taken at the battle of Agincourt,

4 Hen. V., by Richard Waller, then owner of this place. See Hasted's

"Kent," vol. i., p. 431.]

[Sidenote: PENSHURST]

9th July, 1652. We went to see Penshurst, the Earl of Leicester's, famous

once for its gardens and excellent fruit, and for the noble conversation

which was wont to meet there, celebrated by that illustrious person, Sir

Philip Sidney, who there composed divers of his pieces. It stands in a

park, is finely watered, and was now full of company, on the marriage of

my old fellow-collegiate, Mr. Robert Smith, who married my Lady Dorothy

Sidney, widow of the Earl of Sunderland.

One of the men who robbed me was taken; I was accordingly summoned to

appear against him; and, on the 12th, was in Westminster Hall, but not

being bound over, nor willing to hang the fellow, I did not appear,

coming only to save a friend's bail; but the bill being found, he was

turned over to the Old Bailey. In the meantime, I received a petition

from the prisoner, whose father I understood was an honest old farmer in

Kent. He was charged, with other crimes, and condemned, but reprieved. I

heard afterward that, had it not been for his companion, a younger man,

he would probably have killed me. He was afterward charged with some

other crime, but, refusing to plead, was pressed to death.

23d July, 1652. Came my old friend, Mr. Spencer, to visit me.

30th July, 1652. I took advice about purchasing Sir Richard's [Browne]

interest of those who had bought Sayes Court.

1st August, 1652. Came old Jerome Lennier, of Greenwich, a man skilled in

painting and music, and another rare musician, called Mell. I went to see

his collection of pictures, especially those of Julio Romano, which

surely had been the King's, and an Egyptian figure, etc. There were also

excellent things of Polydore, Guido, Raphael, and Tintoretto. Lennier had

been a domestic of Queen Elizabeth, and showed me her head, an intaglio

in a rare sardonyx, cut by a famous Italian, which he assured me was

exceedingly like her.

24th August, 1652. My first child, a son, was born precisely at one

o'clock.

2d September, 1652. Mr. Owen, the sequestered divine, of Eltham,

christened my son by the name of Richard.

22d September, 1652. I went to Woodcott, where Lady Browne was taken with

scarlet fever, and died. She was carried to Deptford, and interred in the

church near Sir Richard's 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.

25th September, 1652. I went to see Dr. Mason's house, so famous for the

prospect (for the house is a wretched one) and description of Barclay's

"_Icon Animarum_."[46]

[Footnote 46: The book here referred to is in the British Museum,

entitled "_Joannis Barclaii Icon Animarum_," and printed at London,

1614, small 12mo. It is written in Latin, and dedicated to Louis

XIII. of France, for what reason does not appear, the author

speaking of himself as a subject of this country. It mentions the

necessity of forming the minds of youth, as a skillful gardener

forms his trees; the different dispositions of men, in different

nations; English, Scotch, and Irish, etc. Chapter second contains a

florid description of the beautiful scenery about Greenwich, but

does not mention Dr. Mason, or his house.]

5th November, 1652. To London, to visit some friends, but the insolences

were so great in the streets that I could not return till the next day.

Dr. Scarborough was instant with me to give the Tables of Veins and

Arteries to the College of Physicians, pretending he would not only read

upon them, but celebrate my curiosity as being the first who caused them

to be completed in that manner, and with that cost; but I was not so

willing yet to part with them, as to lend them to the College during

their anatomical lectures; which I did accordingly.

22d November, 1652. I went to London, where was proposed to me the

promoting that great work (since accomplished by Dr. Walton, Bishop of

Chester), "_Biblia Polyglotta_," by Mr. Pierson, that most learned

divine.

25th December, 1652. Christmas day, no sermon anywhere, no church being

permitted to be open, so observed it at home. The next day, we went to

Lewisham, where an honest divine preached.

31st December, 1652. I adjusted all accompts, and rendered thanks to

Almighty God for his mercies to me the year past.

[Sidenote: SAYES COURT]

1st January, 1652-53. I set apart in preparation for the Blessed

Sacrament, which the next day Mr. Owen administered to me and all my

family in Sayes Court, preaching on John vi. 32, 33, showing the

exceeding benefits of our blessed Savior taking our nature upon him. He

had christened my son and churched my wife in our own house as before

noticed.

17th January, 1653. I began to set out the oval garden at Sayes Court,

which was before a rude orchard, and all the rest one entire field of

100 acres, without any hedge, except the hither holly hedge joining to

the bank of the mount walk. This was the beginning of all the succeeding

gardens, walks, groves, inclosures, and plantations there.

21st January, 1653. I went to London, and sealed some of the writings of

my purchase of Sayes Court.

30th January, 1653. At our own parish church, a stranger preached. There

was now and then an honest orthodox man got into the pulpit, and, though

the present incumbent was somewhat of the Independent, yet he ordinarily

preached sound doctrine, and was a peaceable man; which was an

extraordinary felicity in this age.

1st February, 1653. Old Alexander Rosse (author of "_Virgilius

Evangelizans_," and many other little books) presented me with his book

against Mr. Hobbes's "Leviathan."

19th February, 1653. I planted the orchard at Sayes Court; new moon, wind

west.

22d February, 1653. Was perfected the sealing, livery, and seisin of my

purchase of Sayes Court. My brother, George Glanville, Mr. Scudamore, Mr.

Offley, Co. William Glanville (son to Sergeant Glanville, sometime

Speaker of the House of Commons), Co. Stephens, and several of my friends

dining with me. I had bargained for £3,200, but I paid £3,500.

25th March, 1653. Came to see me that rare graver in _taille-douce_,

Monsieur Richett, he was sent by Cardinal Mazarine to make a collection

of pictures.

11th April, 1653. I went to take the air in Hyde Park, where every coach

was made to pay a shilling, and horse sixpence, by the sordid fellow who

had purchased it of the state, as they called it.

17th May, 1653. My servant Hoare, who wrote those exquisite several

hands, fell of a fit of an apoplexy, caused, as I suppose, by tampering

with mercury about an experiment in gold.

[Sidenote: LONDON]

29th May, 1653. I went to London, to take my last leave of my honest

friend, Mr. Barton, now dying; it was a great loss to me and to my

affairs. On the sixth of June, I attended his funeral.

8th June, 1653. Came my brother George, Captain Evelyn, the great

traveler, Mr. Muschamp, my cousin, Thomas Keightly, and a virtuoso,

fastastical Simons, who had the talent of embossing so to the life.

9th June, 1653. I went to visit my worthy neighbor, Sir Henry Newton [at

Charlton], and consider the prospect, which is doubtless for city, river,

ships, meadows, hill, woods, and all other amenities, one of the most

noble in the world; so as, had the house running water, it were a

princely seat. Mr. Henshaw and his brother-in-law came to visit me, and

he presented me with a seleniscope.

19th June, 1653. This day, I paid all my debts to a farthing; oh, blessed

day!

21st June, 1653. My Lady Gerrard, and one Esquire Knight, a very rich

gentleman, living in Northamptonshire, visited me.

23d June, 1653. Mr. Lombart, a famous graver, came to see my collections.

27th June, 1653. Monsieur Roupel sent me a small phial of his _aurum

potabile_, with a letter, showing the way of administering it, and the

stupendous cures it had done at Paris; but, ere it came to me, by what

accident I know not, it was all run out.

17th August, 1653. I went to visit Mr. Hyldiard, at his house at Horsley

(formerly the great Sir Walter Raleigh's[47]), where met me Mr. Oughtred,

the famous mathematician; he showed me a box, or golden case, of divers

rich and aromatic balsams, which a chemist, a scholar of his, had sent

him out of Germany.

[Footnote 47: Evelyn is here in error: Mr. Hyldiard was of East

Horsley, Sir Walter of West.]

21st August, 1653. I heard that good old man, Mr. Higham, the parson of

the parish of Wotton where I was born, and who had baptized me, preach

after his very plain way on Luke, comparing this troublesome world to the

sea, the ministers to the fishermen, and the saints to the fish.

22d August, 1653. We all went to Guildford, to rejoice at the famous inn,

the Red Lion, and to see the hospital, and the monument of Archbishop

Abbot, the founder, who lies buried in the chapel of his endowment.

28th September, 1653. At Greenwich preached that holy martyr, Dr. Hewer,

on Psalm xc. 11, magnifying the grace of God to penitents, and

threatening the extinction of his Gospel light for the prodigious

impiety of the age.

11th October, 1653. My son, John Stansfield, was born, being my second

child, and christened by the name of my mother's father, that name now

quite extinct, being of Cheshire. Christened by Mr. Owen, in my library,

at Sayes Court, where he afterward churched my wife, I always making use

of him on these occasions, because the parish minister dared not have

officiated according to the form and usage of the Church of England, to

which I always adhered.

25th October, 1653. Mr. Owen preached in my library at Sayes Court on

Luke xviii. 7, 8, an excellent discourse on the unjust judge, showing why

Almighty God would sometimes be compared by such similitudes. He

afterward administered to us all the Holy Sacrament.

[Sidenote: LONDON]

28th October, 1653. Went to London, to visit my Lady Gerrard, where I saw

that cursed woman called the Lady Norton, of whom it was reported that

she spit in our King's face as he went to the scaffold. Indeed, her talk

and discourse was like an impudent woman.

21st November, 1653. I went to London, to speak with Sir John Evelyn, my

kinsman, about the purchase of an estate of Mr. Lambard's at Westeram,

which afterward Sir John himself bought for his son-in-law, Leech.

4th December, 1653. Going this day to our church, I was surprised to see

a tradesman, a mechanic, step up; I was resolved yet to stay and see what

he would make of it. His text was from 2 Sam. xxiii. 20: "And Benaiah

went down also and slew a lion in the midst of a pit in the time of

snow"; the purport was, that no danger was to be thought difficult when

God called for shedding of blood, inferring that now the saints were

called to destroy temporal governments; with such feculent stuff; so

dangerous a crisis were things grown to.

25th December, 1653. Christmas day. No churches, or public assembly. I

was fain to pass the devotions of that Blessed day with my family at

home.

20th January, 1653-54. Come to see my old acquaintance and the most

incomparable player on the Irish harp, Mr. Clark,[48] after his travels.

He was an excellent musician, a discreet gentleman, born in Devonshire

(as I remember). Such music before or since did I never hear, that

instrument being neglected for its extraordinary difficulty; but, in my

judgment, far superior to the lute itself, or whatever speaks with

strings.

[Footnote 48: See under the year 1688, November.]

25th January, 1654. Died my son, J. Stansfield, of convulsion fits;

buried at Deptford on the east corner of the church, near his mother's

great-grandfather, and other relatives.

8th February, 1654. Ash Wednesday. In contradiction to all custom and

decency, the usurper, Cromwell, feasted at the Lord Mayor's, riding in

triumph through the city.

14th February, 1654. I saw a tame lion play familiarly with a lamb; he

was a huge beast, and I thrust my hand into his mouth and found his

tongue rough like a cat's; a sheep also with six legs, which made use of

five of them to walk; a goose that had four legs, two crops, and as many

vents.

29th March, 1654. That excellent man, Mr. Owen, preached in my library on

Matt. xxviii. 6, a resurrection sermon, and after it we all received the

Holy Communion.

6th April, 1654. Came my Lord Herbert, Sir Kenelm Digby, Mr. Denham, and

other friends to see me.

15th April, 1654. I went to London to hear the famous Jeremy Taylor

(since Bishop of Down and Connor) at St. Gregory's (near St. Paul's) on

Matt. vi, 48, concerning evangelical perfection.

5th May, 1654. I bound my lackey, Thomas Headly, apprentice to a

carpenter, giving with him five pounds and new clothing; he thrived very

well, and became rich.

8th May, 1654. I went to Hackney, to see Lady Brook's garden, which was

one of the neatest and most celebrated in England, the house well

furnished, but a despicable building. Returning, visited one Mr. Tomb's

garden; it has large and noble walks, some modern statues, a vineyard,

planted in strawberry borders, staked at ten feet distances, the

banqueting-house of cedar, where the couch and seats were carved _à

l'antique_; some good pictures in the house, especially one of Vandyke's,

being a man in his shirt; also some of Stenwyck. I also called at Mr.

Ducie's, who has indeed a rare collection of the best masters, and one of

the largest stories of H. Holbein. I also saw Sir Thomas Fowler's

aviary, which is a poor business.

[Illustration: _OLIVER CROMWELL DICTATING TO JOHN MILTON_