Departed St Albans before Dawn; to London in a Manner so Plodding I cannot but Think the Army, marching behind us, may Overtake us and teach the City first. Essex Dawdling Hourly for Pipes, a sup, &c &c &c until even Col Hampden, the most patient and forebearing of Christian Men, pursed his lips in a way I know connotes Annoyance; Capt Cromwell (his troop serving as Screen) positively Beet-red with impatience. Edmund galloping by every Once in a while and fixing me with a look designed I suppose to indicate at once his Great and Righteous Wrath, and Intention to achieve a sort of Satisfaction I suppose by Beating me about the head and Neck. Arrived London appx 3 of the Clock, Essex met by the Lord-Mayor and the Aldermen, and great Cheering crowds. I excused myself and rode to Westminster.