Upon the desire of some there, my husband left some of his coats-of-
arms, which he carried with him for that purpose, as the custom of
ambassadors is, to dispose of where they lodge.[Footnote: This custom
is still retained in the instances of the Lords Lieutenant of
Ireland.]

That night we lay at Bagshot; Tuesday the 12th, we dined at
Basingstoke, and lay at Andover; Wednesday the 13th, we dined at
Salisbury, and there lay that night, and borrowed in the afternoon the
Dean of Westminster's coach, being willing to ease all our own horses
for half a day, having a long journey to go.

We went in the Dean's coach to see Wilton, being but two miles from
Salisbury. We found Lord Herbert at home; he entertained us with great
civility and kindness, and gave my husband a very fine greyhound
bitch: his father, the Earl of Pembroke, being then at London. We
visited the famous church, and at our return to our lodgings, were
visited by the Right Reverend Father in God, Doctor Henchman, the
Bishop of that place, and Doctor Holles, the Dean of that place, and
Doctor Earle, Dean of Westminster, since, by the former Bishop's
remove to the See of London, now Bishop of Salisbury.

On Thursday the 14th, my husband and I, with our children, having
begged of the Bishop his blessing at his own house, dined at
Blandford, in Dorsetshire. Sir William Portman hath a very fine seat
within a mile of it. We lodged that night at Dorchester: on Friday the
15th we lay at Axminster, and Saturday the 16th at Exeter, and went to
prayers at the Cathedral church, accompanied by the principal divines
of that place. On Sunday the 17th, we stayed all that day, and on
Monday the 18th, we lay at a very ill lodging, of which I have