DIARY OF LONDON based with Portland stone, with the pilasters, windows, and within, that I pronounced it in all the points of good and solid architecture to be one of the very best gentle- men's houses in Surrey, when finished. I returned to Wotton in the evening, though weary. 25th July, 1703. The last week in this month an un- common long-continued rain, and the Sunday following, thunder and lightning. 12th August, 1703. The new Commission for Green- wich hospital was sealed and opened, at which my son- in-law, Draper, was present, to whom I resigned my office of Treasurer. From August 1696, there had been expended in building ^89,364 143. 8d. 3ist October, 1703. This day, being eighty-three years of age, upon examining what concerned me, more par- ticularly the "past year, with the great mercies of God preserving me, and in the same measure making my infirmities tolerable, I gave God most hearty and humble thanks, beseeching him to confirm to me the pardon of my sins past, and to prepare me for a better life by the virtue of his grace and mercy, for the sake of my blessed Savior. 2ist November, 1703. The wet and uncomfortable weather staying us from church this morning, our Doctor officiated in my family; at which were present above twenty domestics. He made an excellent discourse on i Cor. xv., v. 55, 56, of the vanity of this world and uncer- tainty of life, and the inexpressible happiness and satis- faction of a holy life, with pertinent inferences to prepare us for death and a future state. I gave him thanks, and told him I took it kindly as my funeral sermon. 26-7th November, 1703. The effects of the hurricane and tempest of wind, rain, and lightning, through all the nation, especially London, were very dismal. Many houses demolished, and people killed. As to my own losses, the subversion of woods and timber, both orna- mental and valuable, through my whole estate, and about my house the woods crowning the garden mount, the growing along the park meadow, the damage to my own dwelling, farms, and outhouses, is almost tragical, not to be paralleled, with anything happening in our age. I am not able to describe it; but submit to the pleasure of Almighty God.ffice.