Part 4

28th. Waked with great pain in my right ear (which I find myself much subject to) having taken cold. Up and to my office, where we sat all the morning, and I dined with Sir W. Batten by chance, being in business together about a bargain of New England masts. Then to the Temple to meet my uncle Thomas, who I found there, but my cozen Roger not being come home I took boat and to Westminster, where I found him in Parliament this afternoon. The House have this noon been with the King to give him their reasons for refusing to grant any indulgence to Presbyters or Papists; which he, with great content and seeming pleasure, took, saying, that he doubted not but he and they should agree in all things, though there may seem a difference in judgement, he having writ and declared for an indulgence: and that he did believe never prince was happier in a House of Commons, than he was in them. Thence he and I to my Lord Sandwich, who continues troubled with his cold. Our discourse most upon the outing of Sir R. Bernard, and my Lord's being made Recorder of Huntingdon in his stead, which he seems well contented with, saying, that it may be for his convenience to have the chief officer of the town dependent upon him, which is very true. Thence he and I to the Temple, but my uncle being gone we parted, and I walked home, and to my office, and at nine o'clock had a good supper of an oxe's cheek, of my wife's dressing and baking, and so to my office again till past eleven at night, making up my month's account, and find that I am at a stay with what I was last, that is L640. So home and to bed. Coming by, I put in at White Hall, and at the Privy Seal I did see the docquet by which Sir W. Pen is made the Comptroller's assistant, as Sir J. Minnes told me last night, which I must endeavour to prevent.

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After oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb At last we pretty good friends Before I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lie Dr. Calamy is this day sent to Newgate for preaching Eat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomach Familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all Feverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him blood Found him a fool, as he ever was, or worse Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else Had a good supper of an oxe's cheek Hanged with a silken halter How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still I and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-day Ill humour to be so against that which all the world cries up Lady Castlemaine hath all the King's Christmas presents Lay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bed Lay very long with my wife in bed talking with great pleasure Liability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wife Many thousands in a little time go out of England Money, which sweetens all things Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery Much discourse, but little to be learned Nor will yield that the Papists have any ground given them Nothing in the world done with true integrity Once a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . . Pain of the stone, and makes bloody water with great pain Rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife Scholler, but, it may be, thinks himself to be too much so See how time and example may alter a man Servant of the King's pleasures too, as well as business So home, and mighty friends with my wife again So neat and kind one to another Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like Talk very highly of liberty of conscience The house was full of citizens, and so the less pleasant There is no passing but by coach in the streets, and hardly that These young Lords are not fit to do any service abroad They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of them Vexed at my wife's neglect in leaving of her scarf Wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle With much ado in an hour getting a coach home Yet it was her fault not to see that I did take them