The Autobiography and Correspondence of Sir Simonds D' Ewes During the Reigns of James I and Charles I (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845. Excerpt: ... ACCOUNT OF THE JOURNEY of THE PRINCE'S SERVANTS INTO SPAIN, A.D. 1623. BY SIR RICHARD WYNNE. A BRIEF RELATION OP WHAT WAS OBSERVED Br THE PRINCE'S SERVANTS IN TnEIR JOURNEY INTO SrAIN, IN THE YEAR 1623. The names of the principal of them were as followeth: --Master of the Horse, the Lord Andover; Master of the Ward, the Lord Compton; Chamberlain, the Lord Cary; Comptroller, the Lord Vaughan; Secretary, Sir Francis Cottington; Gentleman of the Bedchamber, Sir Robert Carr; Gentlemen of the Privy Chamber, Sir William Howard, Sir Edmund Verney, Sir William Crops., Sir Richard Wynne, Mr. Ralph Clare, Mr. John Sandilaus, Mr. Charles Glemham, Mr. Francis Carets; Gentleman Usher of the Privy Chamber, Sir John North; Gentlemen Ushers of the Presence, Mr. Newton, Mr. Young, Mr. Tyrvshitt; Five Grooms of the Bedchamber, three Pages, and two Chaplains. Being embarked at Portsmouth upon Thursday the third of April 1623, in one of the King's ships, called the Adventure, we hoisted sails, and in less than five days arrived at a port in Spain called St. Andera. Upon our first discovery of land (which was seen a great distance off, by reason of the high mountains which lay then all covered with snow) we fell upon the coast near Bilboa, thirty leagues off our desired harbour, so that we were forced to sail within a league of the shore, in all which way but one castle and a poor village called Loredo, the country all infinitely rocky, covered only with firs and a few juniper trees. Our port lay a league within those mountains, and is esteemed the only best in those parts. At our entrance lies a little ruinous fort, with some three pieces of ordnance in it. As it is now furnished, it is but of little use. Afore the town we cast anchor, which seemed to us to be a very poor thi...