But that Saturday of the last baronetcy was a day of marked crisis.

The ague had then changed into a "double tertian," with two fits in the twenty-four hours, both extremely weakening.

So Sunday passed, with prayers in all the churches; and then came that extraordinary Monday (Aug.

30, 1658) which lovers of coincidence have taken care to remember as the day of most tremendous hurricane that ever blew over London and England.

From morning to night the wind raged and howled, emptying the streets, unroofing houses, tearing up trees in the parks, foundering ships at sea, and taking even Flanders and the coasts of France within its angry whirl.