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
forgotten the name; and on Tuesday the 19th, we went to Plymouth,
where, within six miles of the town, we were met by some of the chief
merchants of that place, and of the chief officers of that garrison,
who all accompanied us to the house of one Mr. Tyler, a merchant.
Upon our arrival, the Governor of that garrison, one Sir John Skelton,
visited us, and did us the favour to keep us company, with many of his
officers, during our stay in that town. Sir John Hele, as soon as he
heard of our being there, sent my husband a fat buck; and my cousin
Edgcombe, of Mount Edgcombe, a mile from Plymouth, sent him another
buck, and came, as soon as he heard we were there, from a house of his
twelve miles from Mount Edgcombe, to which he came only to keep us
company. From whence, the next day after his arrival, he with his
Lady, and Sir Richard Edgcombe, his eldest son, and others of his
children, came to visit us at Plymouth; and the day after we dined at
Mount Edgcombe, where we were very nobly treated.
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