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DIARY   OF                           WINCHESTER

Majesty, who spoke very graciously to me, and supping
that night at Sir Stephen Fox's, I promised to dine there
the next day.

i5th September, 1685. I accompanied Mr. Pepys to
Portsmouth, whither his Majesty was going the first time
since his coming to the Crown, to see in what state the
fortifications were. We took coach and six horses, late
after dinner, yet got to Bagshot that night. While sup-
per was making ready I went and made a visit to Mrs.
Graham, some time maid of honor to the Queen Dowager,
now wife to James Graham, Esq., of the privy purse to
the King; her house being a walk in the forest, within a
little quarter of a mile from Bagshot town. Very im-
portunate she was that I would sup, and abide there that
night; but, being obliged by my companion, I returned to
our inn, after she had shown me her house, which
was very commodious, and well furnished, as she was an
excellent housewife, a prudent and virtuous lady. There
is a park full of red deer about it. Her eldest son was
now sick there of the smallpox, but in a likely way of
recovery, and other of her children run about, and among
the infected, which she said she let them do on purpose
that they might while young pass that fatal disease she
fancied they were to undergo one time or other, and that
this would be the best: the severity of this cruel dis-
temper so lately in my poor family confirming much of
what she affirmed.

i6th September, 1685. The next morning, setting out
early, we arrived soon enough at Winchester to wait on
the King, who was lodged at the Dean's (Dr. Meggot).
I found very few with him besides my Lords Fever-
sham, Arran, Newport, and the Bishop of Bath and
Wells, His Majesty was discoursing with the bishops
concerning miracles, and what strange things the Salud-
adors * would do in Spain, as by creeping into heated

* Evelyn subjoins this note;((As to that of the Saludador (of which
likewise I remember Sir Arthur Hopton, formerly an Ambassador at
Madrid, had told me many like wonders), Mr. Pepys passing through
Spain, and being extremely inquisitive of the truth of these pretended
miracles of the Saludadors, found a very famous one at last, to whom
he offered a considerable reward if he would make a trial of the oven, or
any other thing of that kind, before him; the fellow ingenuously told
him, that finding he was a more -than ordinary curious person, he
would not deceive him, and so acknowledged that he could do none of Worcester he would have no further com-