“Yesterday each coach (and I believe there were 1500) payed 2: 6d., and each horse 1s., but yᵉ benefit accrewes to a brace of citizens who have taken yᵉ herbage of yᵉ parke of Mr. Deane, to wᶜʰ they adde this excise of beauty: there was a hurlinge in yᵉ paddock-course by Cornish Gentlemen for yᵉ greate solemnity of yᵉ daye, wᶜʰ indeed (to use my Lord protector’s word) was great: when my Lord protector’s coach came into yᵉ Parke wᵗʰ Col. Ingoldsby and my lord’s daughters onely (3 of them all in greene-a) the coaches and horses flock’d about them like some miracle, but they gallop’d (after yᵉ mode court-pace now, and wᶜʰ they all use where ever they goe) round and round yᵉ parke, and all yᵗ great multitude hunted them and caught them still at yᵉ turne like a hare, and then made a Lane wᵗʰ all reverent hast for them, and soe after them againe, that I never saw yᵉ like in my life.” Evelyn, still grumbling at the payment to be made, and with all the disgust of a courtier at times so much out of joint, gives a little picture of the Park a year before King Charles II. came back to the throne, but he can say nothing good for it. “... I did frequently in the spring accompany my Lord N. into a field near the town, which they call Hyde Par: the place not unpleasant, and which they use as our Course: but with nothing of that order, equipage and splendour: being such an assemblage of wretched jades and hackney-coaches, as, next a regiment of carmen, there is nothing which approaches the resemblance.” “A field near the town which they call Hyde Park.” What measureless contempt is contained in that phrase! But Evelyn lived to enjoy brighter scenes. He proceeds: