At 1 last night incessant fork-lightening began, and until 4 the rumblings of thunder began to increase till three distinct storms were raging. One frightful flash and peal was directly over our heads and we were sure we were done for. It is good to feel one is in the grace of God in such terrible manifestations of Divine Providence. After came torrents of rain, and then it gradually diminished. The day began and ended dully, and there were showers at intervals so up to dinner I read and finally finished ‘Europe of To-day’. It was very interesting, but I had to study it rather than read it. After dinner Mám and I went for a walk. Near a ruined old monastery we met an interesting farmer who told us he had been at a wake last night all through the storm and on his way home the lightning was darting and twisting between him and his companion. After tea I skimmed through and finished De Wet’s account of the Boer War, and began Grant’s ‘History of Europe’. On account of bad weather there was no tennis or tennis tournament. Had a horrible pain all the evening.
