This day, though the post-day, Woolfeldt again visited Whitelocke, to his no little interruption in his despatches; yet from him Whitelocke learned many things in relation to Denmark, for the advantage of England, and Woolfeldt testified great affection and respect to the Protector and Commonwealth. He was also interrupted by his attendance upon the Queen, according to her appointment. The Chancellor came forth from her as Whitelocke went in, and he told Whitelocke that the Queen, hearing of his being without, had sent to desire him to come in to her. Whitelocke read some of his news to the Queen, and the paper which the Protector had caused to be given to her Commissary Bonnele at London; upon which Whitelocke took the boldness a little to paraphrase, and her Majesty was well pleased with it. They fell into discourse of the treaty, much to the same effect as formerly; but Whitelocke staid the less time with her Majesty, because he presumed that the Chancellor and his son waited without to speak with her about his business. She promised Whitelocke to send him an answer of his business the next day, and that one of her ships should be ready at the Dollars (the mouth of the haven of Stockholm) to transport him to Luebeck when he should desire it; which was acceptable to Whitelocke to think on, and he thanked her Majesty for it. Thus was March passed over, full of trouble, yet nothing effected in his business. FOOTNOTES: [41] [The Ambassador's verses I have ventured to omit, as alike destitute of elegance, point, or metre.] [71] "_Ad Illustrissimum et Excellentissimum Dominum, Dominum Whitelocke, Legatum Angliae Extraordinarium apud Serenissimam Sueciae Reginam. Ode._ "Vitloce, Martis deliciae, decus Gentis legatae; te sine, languidum Moeret tribunal, et cubili In viduo Themis ingemiscit. Denso cientes agmine cursitant, Et sempiternas te sine consuunt Lites, neque hic discordiarum Finis erit, nisi tu revertas. Sed te nivosum per mare, per vias Septentrionum, per juga montium, Inhospitales per recessus Duxit amor patriae decorus. Legatus oras jam Sueonum vides Bruma sepultas; mox quoque Galliam, Hispaniam mox cum Britannis Foedere perpetuo ligabis. Sic pacis author, sic pius arbiter Gentes per omnes qua sonuit tuba Dicere; cancellariusque Orbis eris simul universi. Christina, dulcis nympha, diutius Ne te moretur: qui merito clues Prudens Ulysses, sperne doctae Popula deliciasque Circes. Te casta tentum Penelope vocat, Vocant amici, teque aliae vocant Legationes, te requirunt Ardua multa domi forisque. Custos Sigilli tu dirimes cito Pugnas forenses, bellaque principum Legatus idem terminabis: Tu (sera candida) claude fanum."