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Poor old Sam - he really put his foot in it :0) - what a horrible way to start the day.
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What a savage time this was, displaying the body parts of executed traitors where everyone could see. I wonder if it actually worked as a deterrent or if it was meant more as a way of showing dishonouring or shaming the person.I did have to laugh about the cellar, poor Sam!! You would think they would have noticed a small before he had to go and stand in it.
I think it was all part of the punishment - it was very important to people to be properly buried.
Your autocorrect is making me laugh again, Hilary. They would have noticed a small what? I was wondering.
The fact he didn't notice a smell makes you wonder quite how ponky London was generally!
Your autocorrect is making me laugh again, Hilary. They would have noticed a small what? I was wondering.
The fact he didn't notice a smell makes you wonder quite how ponky London was generally!
Sunday 21st October 1660
(Lord’s day). To the Parish church in the morning, where a good sermon by Mr. Mills.
After dinner to my Lord’s, and from thence to the Abbey, where I met Spicer and D. Vines and others of the old crew. So leaving my boy at the Abbey against I came back, we went to Prior’s by the Hall back door, but there being no drink to be had we went away, and so to the Crown in the Palace Yard, I and George Vines by the way calling at their house, where he carried me up to the top of his turret, where there is Cooke’s head set up for a traytor, and Harrison’s set up on the other side of Westminster Hall. Here I could see them plainly, as also a very fair prospect about London. From the Crown to the Abbey to look for my boy, but he was gone thence, and so he being a novice I was at a loss what was become of him. I called at my Lord’s (where I found Mr. Adams, Mr. Sheply’s friend) and at my father’s, but found him not. So home, where I found him, but he had found the way home well enough, of which I was glad. So after supper, and reading of some chapters, I went to bed. This day or two my wife has been troubled with her boils in the old place, which do much trouble her.
Today at noon (God forgive me) I strung my lute, which I had not touched a great while before.
(Lord’s day). To the Parish church in the morning, where a good sermon by Mr. Mills.
After dinner to my Lord’s, and from thence to the Abbey, where I met Spicer and D. Vines and others of the old crew. So leaving my boy at the Abbey against I came back, we went to Prior’s by the Hall back door, but there being no drink to be had we went away, and so to the Crown in the Palace Yard, I and George Vines by the way calling at their house, where he carried me up to the top of his turret, where there is Cooke’s head set up for a traytor, and Harrison’s set up on the other side of Westminster Hall. Here I could see them plainly, as also a very fair prospect about London. From the Crown to the Abbey to look for my boy, but he was gone thence, and so he being a novice I was at a loss what was become of him. I called at my Lord’s (where I found Mr. Adams, Mr. Sheply’s friend) and at my father’s, but found him not. So home, where I found him, but he had found the way home well enough, of which I was glad. So after supper, and reading of some chapters, I went to bed. This day or two my wife has been troubled with her boils in the old place, which do much trouble her.
Today at noon (God forgive me) I strung my lute, which I had not touched a great while before.
Hope the old place isn't where I suspect it might be!
I was wondering about that myself!
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Monday 22nd October
Office day; after that to dinner at home upon some ribs of roast beef from the Cook’s (which of late we have been forced to do because of our house being always under the painters’ and other people’s hands, that we could not dress it ourselves). After dinner to my Lord’s, where I found all preparing for my Lord’s going to sea to fetch the Queen tomorrow.
At night my Lord came home, with whom I staid long, and talked of many things. Among others I got leave to have his picture, that was done by Lilly, copied, and talking of religion, I found him to be a perfect Sceptic, and said that all things would not be well while there was so much preaching, and that it would be better if nothing but Homilies were to be read in Churches.
This afternoon (he told me) there hath been a meeting before the King and my Lord Chancellor, of some Episcopalian and Presbyterian Divines; but what had passed he could not tell me.
After I had done talk with him, I went to bed with Mr. Sheply in his chamber, but could hardly get any sleep all night, the bed being ill made and he a bad bedfellow.
Office day; after that to dinner at home upon some ribs of roast beef from the Cook’s (which of late we have been forced to do because of our house being always under the painters’ and other people’s hands, that we could not dress it ourselves). After dinner to my Lord’s, where I found all preparing for my Lord’s going to sea to fetch the Queen tomorrow.
At night my Lord came home, with whom I staid long, and talked of many things. Among others I got leave to have his picture, that was done by Lilly, copied, and talking of religion, I found him to be a perfect Sceptic, and said that all things would not be well while there was so much preaching, and that it would be better if nothing but Homilies were to be read in Churches.
This afternoon (he told me) there hath been a meeting before the King and my Lord Chancellor, of some Episcopalian and Presbyterian Divines; but what had passed he could not tell me.
After I had done talk with him, I went to bed with Mr. Sheply in his chamber, but could hardly get any sleep all night, the bed being ill made and he a bad bedfellow.
Wonder what Mr Sheply was up to - foot fights again?
Tuesday 23 October 1660
We rose early in the morning to get things ready for My Lord, and Mr. Sheply going to put up his pistols (which were charged with bullets) into the holsters, one of them flew off, and it pleased God that, the mouth of the gun being downwards, it did us no hurt, but I think I never was in more danger in my life, which put me into a great fright.
About eight o’clock my Lord went; and going through the garden my Lord met with Mr. William Montagu, who told him of an estate of land lately come into the King’s hands, that he had a mind my Lord should beg. To which end my Lord writ a letter presently to my Lord Chancellor [Latham & Matthews suggest “Lord Chamberlain” P.G.] to do it for him, which (after leave taken of my Lord at White Hall bridge) I did carry to Warwick House to him; and had a fair promise of him, that he would do it this day for my Lord. In my way thither I met the Lord Chancellor and all the judges riding on horseback and going to Westminster Hall, it being the first day of the term, which was the first time I ever saw any such solemnity.
Having done there I returned to Whitehall, where meeting with my brother Ashwell and his cozen Sam. Ashwell and Mr. Mallard, I took them to the Leg in King Street and gave them a dish of meat for dinner and paid for it.
From thence going to Whitehall I met with Catan Stirpin in mourning, who told me that her mistress was lately dead of the small pox, and that herself was now married to Monsieur Petit, as also what her mistress had left her, which was very well. She also took me to her lodging at an Ironmonger’s in King Street, which was but very poor, and I found by a letter that she shewed me of her husband’s to the King, that he is a right Frenchman, and full of their own projects, he having a design to reform the universities, and to institute schools for the learning of all languages, to speak them naturally and not by rule, which I know will come to nothing. From thence to my Lord’s, where I went forth by coach to Mrs. Parker’s with my Lady, and so to her house again. From thence I took my Lord’s picture, and carried it to Mr. de Cretz to be copied.
So to White Hall, where I met Mr. Spong, and went home with him and played, and sang, and eat with him and his mother. After supper we looked over many books, and instruments of his, especially his wooden jack in his chimney, which goes with the smoke, which indeed is very pretty.
I found him to be as ingenious and good-natured a man as ever I met with in my life, and cannot admire him enough, he being so plain and illiterate a man as he is.
From thence by coach home and to bed, which was welcome to me after a night’s absence.
We rose early in the morning to get things ready for My Lord, and Mr. Sheply going to put up his pistols (which were charged with bullets) into the holsters, one of them flew off, and it pleased God that, the mouth of the gun being downwards, it did us no hurt, but I think I never was in more danger in my life, which put me into a great fright.
About eight o’clock my Lord went; and going through the garden my Lord met with Mr. William Montagu, who told him of an estate of land lately come into the King’s hands, that he had a mind my Lord should beg. To which end my Lord writ a letter presently to my Lord Chancellor [Latham & Matthews suggest “Lord Chamberlain” P.G.] to do it for him, which (after leave taken of my Lord at White Hall bridge) I did carry to Warwick House to him; and had a fair promise of him, that he would do it this day for my Lord. In my way thither I met the Lord Chancellor and all the judges riding on horseback and going to Westminster Hall, it being the first day of the term, which was the first time I ever saw any such solemnity.
Having done there I returned to Whitehall, where meeting with my brother Ashwell and his cozen Sam. Ashwell and Mr. Mallard, I took them to the Leg in King Street and gave them a dish of meat for dinner and paid for it.
From thence going to Whitehall I met with Catan Stirpin in mourning, who told me that her mistress was lately dead of the small pox, and that herself was now married to Monsieur Petit, as also what her mistress had left her, which was very well. She also took me to her lodging at an Ironmonger’s in King Street, which was but very poor, and I found by a letter that she shewed me of her husband’s to the King, that he is a right Frenchman, and full of their own projects, he having a design to reform the universities, and to institute schools for the learning of all languages, to speak them naturally and not by rule, which I know will come to nothing. From thence to my Lord’s, where I went forth by coach to Mrs. Parker’s with my Lady, and so to her house again. From thence I took my Lord’s picture, and carried it to Mr. de Cretz to be copied.
So to White Hall, where I met Mr. Spong, and went home with him and played, and sang, and eat with him and his mother. After supper we looked over many books, and instruments of his, especially his wooden jack in his chimney, which goes with the smoke, which indeed is very pretty.
I found him to be as ingenious and good-natured a man as ever I met with in my life, and cannot admire him enough, he being so plain and illiterate a man as he is.
From thence by coach home and to bed, which was welcome to me after a night’s absence.
Oops -could have been the last diary entry today!
Yay Mr Spong is back.
Yay Mr Spong is back.
I just love that name! Exactly why did he go to Catin Stirpins lodgings? Any idea what the wooden jack in the chimney is. I would have thought anything wooden in a chimney wouldn't last long!
I'm hoping that it was in a spirit of friendship and to see Mr Petit's (Ahhh - Mr Small) letter to the King and not for anything that he wouldn't have been able to tell Mrs Pepys about - he does seem to have been able to get on with people of all classes and circumstances doesn't he?
I have an idea that a chimney jack is something to do with one of those spits they used to cook meat on - though as you say it doesn't seem the best of plans to have it made of wood
I have an idea that a chimney jack is something to do with one of those spits they used to cook meat on - though as you say it doesn't seem the best of plans to have it made of wood
I am guessing that being 'a right Frenchman' isn't considered a compliment in the Pepys household
Which leads me to conclude that the English and French have pretty much always hated each other!
Just too close to one another I guess.
Wednesday 24 October 1660
I lay and slept long to-day. Office day. I took occasion to be angry with my wife before I rose about her putting up of half a crown of mine in a paper box, which she had forgot where she had lain it. But we were friends again as we are always. Then I rose to Jack Cole, who came to see me. Then to the office, so home to dinner, where I found Captain Murford, who did put 3l. into my hands for a friendship I had done him, but I would not take it, but bade him keep it till he has enough to buy my wife a necklace.
This afternoon people at work in my house to make a light in my yard into my cellar.
To White Hall, in my way met with Mr. Moore, who went back with me.
He tells me, among other things, that the Duke of York is now sorry for his lying with my Lord Chancellor’s daughter, who is now brought to bed of a boy.
From Whitehall to Mr. De Cretz, who I found about my Lord’s picture. From thence to Mr. Lilly’s, where, not finding Mr. Spong, I went to Mr. Greatorex, where I met him, and so to an alehouse, where I bought of him a drawing-pen; and he did show me the manner of the lamp-glasses, which carry the light a great way, good to read in bed by, and I intend to have one of them.
So to Mr. Lilly’s with Mr. Spong, where well received, there being a club to-night among his friends. Among the rest Esquire Ashmole, who I found was a very ingenious gentleman. With him we two sang afterward in Mr. Lilly’s study. That done, we all pared; and I home by coach, taking Mr. Booker with me, who did tell me a great many fooleries, which may be done by nativities, and blaming Mr. Lilly for writing to please his friends and to keep in with the times (as he did formerly to his own dishonour), and not according to the rules of art, by which he could not well err, as he had done.
I set him down at Lime-street end, and so home, where I found a box of Carpenter’s tools sent by my cozen, Thomas Pepys, which I had bespoke of him for to employ myself with sometimes.
To bed.
I lay and slept long to-day. Office day. I took occasion to be angry with my wife before I rose about her putting up of half a crown of mine in a paper box, which she had forgot where she had lain it. But we were friends again as we are always. Then I rose to Jack Cole, who came to see me. Then to the office, so home to dinner, where I found Captain Murford, who did put 3l. into my hands for a friendship I had done him, but I would not take it, but bade him keep it till he has enough to buy my wife a necklace.
This afternoon people at work in my house to make a light in my yard into my cellar.
To White Hall, in my way met with Mr. Moore, who went back with me.
He tells me, among other things, that the Duke of York is now sorry for his lying with my Lord Chancellor’s daughter, who is now brought to bed of a boy.
From Whitehall to Mr. De Cretz, who I found about my Lord’s picture. From thence to Mr. Lilly’s, where, not finding Mr. Spong, I went to Mr. Greatorex, where I met him, and so to an alehouse, where I bought of him a drawing-pen; and he did show me the manner of the lamp-glasses, which carry the light a great way, good to read in bed by, and I intend to have one of them.
So to Mr. Lilly’s with Mr. Spong, where well received, there being a club to-night among his friends. Among the rest Esquire Ashmole, who I found was a very ingenious gentleman. With him we two sang afterward in Mr. Lilly’s study. That done, we all pared; and I home by coach, taking Mr. Booker with me, who did tell me a great many fooleries, which may be done by nativities, and blaming Mr. Lilly for writing to please his friends and to keep in with the times (as he did formerly to his own dishonour), and not according to the rules of art, by which he could not well err, as he had done.
I set him down at Lime-street end, and so home, where I found a box of Carpenter’s tools sent by my cozen, Thomas Pepys, which I had bespoke of him for to employ myself with sometimes.
To bed.
No Captain Murford - no need to give Sam money - keep it until you've saved enough to buy his wife a necklace !!!!!
Aahhhhhh - I'm glad Mr Pepys and wife are friends as always
Aahhhhhh - I'm glad Mr Pepys and wife are friends as always
I bet he thought just for a moment Sam was being generous - and then the necklace was mentioned. It really made me smile. He's had a good day today, I understand how irritated he is with his forgetting where she'd put his money. I do it all the time and get very irritated with myself!
Thursday 25th October 1660
All day at home doing something in order to the fitting of my house.
In the evening to Westminster about business. So home and to bed. This night the vault at the end of the cellar was emptied.
All day at home doing something in order to the fitting of my house.
In the evening to Westminster about business. So home and to bed. This night the vault at the end of the cellar was emptied.
Glad to hear that Sam can now wander round his cellar in safety!
I'm afraid it was full of the contents of the previous owners chamber pots!!! - Sam trod in some of it on the 20th!!! It probably will be full of wine now it's been cleaned up though:0)
Just reread the 20th, I had seen it, think I must have blotted out the thought of him stepping into his cellar and straight into .....!
1st thing in the morning as well!!
Friday 26 October 1660
Office.
My father and Dr. Thomas Pepys dined at my house, the last of whom I did almost fox with Margate ale. My father is mightily pleased with my ordering of my house. I did give him money to pay several bills.
After that I to Westminster to White Hall, where I saw the Duke de Soissons go from his audience with a very great deal of state: his own coach all red velvet covered with gold lace, and drawn by six barbes, and attended by twenty pages very rich in clothes.
To Westminster Hall, and bought, among, other books, one of the Life of our Queen, which I read at home to my wife; but it was so sillily writ, that we did nothing but laugh at it: among other things it is dedicated to that paragon of virtue and beauty, the Duchess of Albemarle.
Great talk as if the Duke of York do now own the marriage between him and the Chancellor’s daughter.
Office.
My father and Dr. Thomas Pepys dined at my house, the last of whom I did almost fox with Margate ale. My father is mightily pleased with my ordering of my house. I did give him money to pay several bills.
After that I to Westminster to White Hall, where I saw the Duke de Soissons go from his audience with a very great deal of state: his own coach all red velvet covered with gold lace, and drawn by six barbes, and attended by twenty pages very rich in clothes.
To Westminster Hall, and bought, among, other books, one of the Life of our Queen, which I read at home to my wife; but it was so sillily writ, that we did nothing but laugh at it: among other things it is dedicated to that paragon of virtue and beauty, the Duchess of Albemarle.
Great talk as if the Duke of York do now own the marriage between him and the Chancellor’s daughter.
Here's some more about the sillily written book
"The history of the thrice illustrious Princess Henrietta Maria de Bourbon, Queen of England', just published was inscribed to 'the Paragon of Vertue and Beauty, her Grace, the Dutchesse of Aubemarle'. The epistle dedicatory ended with the prayer 'that the Rising Sun of your Graces Vertues and Honours may still soar higher, but never know a declension' "
Apparently the Duchess of Aubermarle was felt by most to be a very vulgar woman.
"The history of the thrice illustrious Princess Henrietta Maria de Bourbon, Queen of England', just published was inscribed to 'the Paragon of Vertue and Beauty, her Grace, the Dutchesse of Aubemarle'. The epistle dedicatory ended with the prayer 'that the Rising Sun of your Graces Vertues and Honours may still soar higher, but never know a declension' "
Apparently the Duchess of Aubermarle was felt by most to be a very vulgar woman.
He's obviously a man of taste! In some things at least.
Like the sound of the Margate Ale too :0)
Saturday 27 October 1660
In London and Westminster all this day paying of money and buying of things for my house.
In my going I went by chance by my new Lord Mayor’s house (Sir Richard Browne), by Goldsmith’s Hall, which is now fitting, and indeed is a very pretty house.
In coming back I called at Paul’s Churchyard and bought Alsted’s Encyclopaedia, which cost me 38s.
Home and to bed, my wife being much troubled with her old pain.
In London and Westminster all this day paying of money and buying of things for my house.
In my going I went by chance by my new Lord Mayor’s house (Sir Richard Browne), by Goldsmith’s Hall, which is now fitting, and indeed is a very pretty house.
In coming back I called at Paul’s Churchyard and bought Alsted’s Encyclopaedia, which cost me 38s.
Home and to bed, my wife being much troubled with her old pain.
Sunday 28 October 1660 b>
(Lord’s day). There came some pills and plaister this morning from Dr. Williams for my wife.
I to Westminster Abbey, where with much difficulty, going round by the cloysters, I got in; this day being a great day for the consecrating of five Bishopps, which was done after sermon; but I could not get into Henry the Seventh’s chappell. So I went to my Lord’s, where I dined with my Lady, and my young Lord, and Mr. Sidney, who was sent for from Twickenham to see my Lord Mayor’s show to-morrow. Mr. Child did also dine with us.
After dinner to White Hall chappell; my Lady and my Lady Jemimah and I up to the King’s closet (who is now gone to meet the Queen). So meeting with one Mr. Hill, that did know my Lady, he did take us into the King’s closet, and there we did stay all service-time, which I did think a great honour.
We went home to my Lord’s lodgings afterwards, and there I parted with my Lady and went home, where I did find my wife pretty well after her physic. So to bed.
(Lord’s day). There came some pills and plaister this morning from Dr. Williams for my wife.
I to Westminster Abbey, where with much difficulty, going round by the cloysters, I got in; this day being a great day for the consecrating of five Bishopps, which was done after sermon; but I could not get into Henry the Seventh’s chappell. So I went to my Lord’s, where I dined with my Lady, and my young Lord, and Mr. Sidney, who was sent for from Twickenham to see my Lord Mayor’s show to-morrow. Mr. Child did also dine with us.
After dinner to White Hall chappell; my Lady and my Lady Jemimah and I up to the King’s closet (who is now gone to meet the Queen). So meeting with one Mr. Hill, that did know my Lady, he did take us into the King’s closet, and there we did stay all service-time, which I did think a great honour.
We went home to my Lord’s lodgings afterwards, and there I parted with my Lady and went home, where I did find my wife pretty well after her physic. So to bed.
Glad Mrs Pepys was feeling better - though the cure was probably worse than the original complaint from what I've heard of doctors and medicine back then.
You're probably right there. This has really got me interested in Pepys - I must have a look at a biography.
I keep thinking about getting a biography on Sam - but I do enjoy each days diary entry being a surprise.
I read that Charlotte Bronte was nearly killed by medicine once - her local pharmacist made her up some pills which gave her severe mercury poisoning, fortunately she stopped taking them before it was too late!
I read that Charlotte Bronte was nearly killed by medicine once - her local pharmacist made her up some pills which gave her severe mercury poisoning, fortunately she stopped taking them before it was too late!
The diary entries are really interesting but I keep wondering who the people are that he mentions. I'm hoping a biography would mention them so I can understand what he's actually doing with all his running around and socialising. I'd also like to know where he fits in the social order as he seems to be very "upwardly mobile" with his new house.
That's true - it would be nice to get a bit more background info
Claire Tomalin's biography is probably worth a look?
Thanks Ellie - will add to the To read list
Thanks Ellie, I read her biography of Dickens mistress and it was very interesting. Shed a completely new light on him for me. I think I also heard her give a talk on Dickens at Newcastle, again she was very interesting.
Monday 29 October 1660
I up early, it being my Lord Mayor’s day,and neglecting my office I went to the Wardrobe, where I met my Lady Sandwich and all the children; and after drinking of some strange and incomparable good clarett of Mr. Rumball’s he and Mr. Townsend did take us, and set the young Lords at one Mr. Nevill’s, a draper in Paul’s churchyard; and my Lady and my Lady Pickering and I to one Mr. Isaacson’s, a linendraper at the Key in Cheapside; where there was a company of fine ladies, and we were very civilly treated, and had a very good place to see the pageants, which were many, and I believe good, for such kind of things, but in themselves but poor and absurd. After the ladies were placed I took Mr. Townsend and Isaacson to the next door, a tavern, and did spend 5s. upon them. The show being done, we got as far as Paul’s with much ado, where I left my Lady in the coach, and went on foot with my Lady Pickering to her lodging, which was a poor one in Blackfryars, where she never invited me to go in at all, which methought was very strange for her to do.
So home, where I was told how my Lady Davis is now come to our next lodgings, and has locked up the leads door from me, which puts me into so great a disquiet that I went to bed, and could not sleep till morning at it.
I up early, it being my Lord Mayor’s day,and neglecting my office I went to the Wardrobe, where I met my Lady Sandwich and all the children; and after drinking of some strange and incomparable good clarett of Mr. Rumball’s he and Mr. Townsend did take us, and set the young Lords at one Mr. Nevill’s, a draper in Paul’s churchyard; and my Lady and my Lady Pickering and I to one Mr. Isaacson’s, a linendraper at the Key in Cheapside; where there was a company of fine ladies, and we were very civilly treated, and had a very good place to see the pageants, which were many, and I believe good, for such kind of things, but in themselves but poor and absurd. After the ladies were placed I took Mr. Townsend and Isaacson to the next door, a tavern, and did spend 5s. upon them. The show being done, we got as far as Paul’s with much ado, where I left my Lady in the coach, and went on foot with my Lady Pickering to her lodging, which was a poor one in Blackfryars, where she never invited me to go in at all, which methought was very strange for her to do.
So home, where I was told how my Lady Davis is now come to our next lodgings, and has locked up the leads door from me, which puts me into so great a disquiet that I went to bed, and could not sleep till morning at it.
I want some of Mr Rumball's incomparably fine claret!!
What a lot of Ladies today.
What a lot of Ladies today.
As you say, what a lot of Ladies. He does seem to move in high social circles. Do you think his wife was still ill or he just decided to leave her behind as he did before. I wonder what the leads door is that it upsets him so much and I never knew The Lord Mayors Parade went so far back as this, amazing.
Poor old Mrs Pepys does seem to be left home alone a lot.
I think the door to the leads gave Sam access to the roof where there was possibly space for him to sit out and enjoy the fresh air - it does seem rather mean for Lady Wotsit to lock it - but perhaps Sam had been drinking and singing bawdy songs up there!
I think the door to the leads gave Sam access to the roof where there was possibly space for him to sit out and enjoy the fresh air - it does seem rather mean for Lady Wotsit to lock it - but perhaps Sam had been drinking and singing bawdy songs up there!
Tuesday 30 October 1660
Within all the morning and dined at home, my mind being so troubled that I could not mind nor do anything till I spoke with the Comptroller to whom the lodgings belong. In the afternoon, to ease my mind, I went to the Cockpit all alone, and there saw a very fine play called “The Tamer Tamed;” very well acted.
That being done, I went to Mr. Crew’s, where I had left my boy, and so with him and Mr. Moore (who would go a little way with me home, as he will always do) to the Hercules Pillars to drink, where we did read over the King’s declaration in matters of religion, which is come out to-day, which is very well penned, I think to the satisfaction of most people.
So home, where I am told Mr. Davis’s people have broken open the bolt of my chamber door that goes upon the leads, which I went up to see and did find it so, which did still trouble me more and more. And so I sent for Griffith, and got him to search their house to see what the meaning of it might be, but can learn nothing to-night. But I am a little pleased that I have found this out.
I hear nothing yet of my Lord, whether he be gone for the Queen from the Downs or no; but I believe he is, and that he is now upon coming back again.
Within all the morning and dined at home, my mind being so troubled that I could not mind nor do anything till I spoke with the Comptroller to whom the lodgings belong. In the afternoon, to ease my mind, I went to the Cockpit all alone, and there saw a very fine play called “The Tamer Tamed;” very well acted.
That being done, I went to Mr. Crew’s, where I had left my boy, and so with him and Mr. Moore (who would go a little way with me home, as he will always do) to the Hercules Pillars to drink, where we did read over the King’s declaration in matters of religion, which is come out to-day, which is very well penned, I think to the satisfaction of most people.
So home, where I am told Mr. Davis’s people have broken open the bolt of my chamber door that goes upon the leads, which I went up to see and did find it so, which did still trouble me more and more. And so I sent for Griffith, and got him to search their house to see what the meaning of it might be, but can learn nothing to-night. But I am a little pleased that I have found this out.
I hear nothing yet of my Lord, whether he be gone for the Queen from the Downs or no; but I believe he is, and that he is now upon coming back again.
