27 May 1658 – 2 June 1658

I went to visit my Lady Peterborough, whose son, Mr. Mordaunt, prisoner in the Tower, was now on his trial, and acquitted but by one voice; but that holy martyr, Dr. Hewer, was condemned to die without law, jury, or justice, but by a mock Council of State, as they called it. A dangerous, treacherous time!

An extraordinary storm of hail and rain, the season as cold as winter, the wind northerly near six months.