[Mary, Princess Royal, eldest daughter of Charles I., and widow of William of Nassau, Prince of Orange.  She was not supposed to be inconsolable, and scandal followed her at the court of Charles ii., where she died of small-pox, December 24th, 1660.]

Here I met with Mr. Woodcock of Cambridge, Mr. Hardy and another, and Mr. Woodcock beginning we had two or three fine songs, he and I, and W. Howe to the Echo, which was very pleasant, and the more because in a heaven of pleasure and in a strange country, that I never was taken up more with a sense of pleasure in my life.  After that we parted and back to the Hague and took a tour or two about the Forehault,—­[The Voorhout is the principal street of the Hague, and it is lined with handsome trees.]—­where the ladies in the evening do as our ladies do in Hide Park.  But for my life I could not find one handsome, but their coaches very rich and themselves so too.  From thence, taking leave of the Doctor, we took wagon to Scheveling, where we had a fray with the Boatswain of the Richmond, who would not freely carry us on board, but at last he was willing to it, but then it was so late we durst not go.  So we returned between 10 and 11 at night in the dark with a wagon with one horse to the Hague, where being come we went to bed as well as we could be accommodated, and so to sleep.

18th.  Very early up, and, hearing that the Duke of York, our Lord High Admiral, would go on board to-day, Mr. Pickering and I took waggon for Scheveling, leaving the child in Mr. Pierces hands, with directions to keep him within doors all day till he heard from me.  But the wind being very high that no boats could get off from shore, we returned to the Hague (having breakfasted with a gentleman of the Duke’s, and Commissioner Pett, sent on purpose to give notice to my Lord of his coming), where I hear that the child is gone to Delfe to see the town.  So we all and Mr. Ibbott, the Minister, took a schuit—­[The trekschuit (drag-boat) along the canal is still described as an agreeable conveyance from Leyden to Delft.]—­and very much pleased with the manner and conversation of the passengers, where most speak French; went after them, but met them by the way.  But however we went forward making no stop.  Where when we were come we got a smith’s boy of the town to go along with us, but could speak nothing but Dutch, and he showed us the church where Van Trump lies entombed with a very fine monument.  His epitaph concluded thus:—­“Tandem Bello Anglico tantum non victor, certe invictus, vivere et vincere desiit.”  There is a sea-fight cut in marble, with the smoke, the best expressed that ever I saw in my life.  From thence to the great church, that stands in a fine great market-place, over against the Stadt-house, and there I saw a stately tomb of the old Prince of Orange, of marble and brass; wherein among other rarities there are the angels with their trumpets expressed as it were crying.  Here were very fine organs