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i6<50                                JOHN EVELYN

i ytli June, 1666. Came his Majesty, the Duke, and many
Noblemen. After Council, we went to prayers. My busi-
ness being dispatched, I returned to Chatham, having lain
but one night in the Royal Charles; we had a tempestu-
ous sea, I went on shore at Sheerness, where they were
building an arsenal for the fleet, and designing a royal
fort with a receptacle for great ships to ride at anchor;
but here I beheld the sad spectacle, more than half that
gallant bulwark of the kingdom miserably shattered, hardly
a vessel entire, but appearing rather so many wrecks and
hulls, so cruelly had the Dutch mangled us. The loss of
the Prince, that gallant vessel, had been a loss to be unk
versally deplored, none knowing for what reason we first
engaged in this ungrateful war; we lost besides nine or
ten more, and near 600 men slain and 1,100 wounded,
2,000 prisoners; to balance which, perhaps we might de-
stroy eighteen or twenty of the enemy's ships, and 700 or
800 poor men.

i8th June, 1666. Weary of this sad sight, I returned

2d July, 1666. Came Sir John Duncomb and Mr. Thomas
Chicheley, both Privy Councillors and Commissioners of
His Majesty's Ordnance, to visit me, and let me know
that his Majesty had in Council, nominated me to be one
of the Commissioners for regulating the farming and making
of saltpetre through the whole kingdom, and that we were
to sit in the Tower the next day. When they were gone,
catne to see me Sir John Cotton, heir to the famous
antiquary, Sir Robert Cotton: a pretended great Grecian,
but had by no means the parts, or genius of his grand-

3d July, 1666. I went to sit with the Commissioners at
the Tower, where our commission being read, we made
some progress in business, our Secretary being Sir George
Wharton, that famous mathematician who wrote the yearly
Almanac during his Majesty's troubles. Thence, to
Painters' Hall, to our other commission, and dined at my
Lord Mayor's.

4th July, 1666. The solemn Fast-day. Dr. Meggot
preached an excellent discourse before the King on the
terrors of God's judgments. After sermon, I waited on
my Lord Archbishop of Canterbury and Bishop of Win-
chester, where the Dean of Westminster spoke to mee fleet at the Buoy at the Nore, dined with