ford; and thence, after being on shipboard, to Woolwich, and there
eat something. The Sir Williams being unwilling to eat flesh,

[In Lent, of which the observance, intermitted for nineteen years,
was now reviving. We have seen that Pepys, as yet, had not cast off
all show of Puritanism. "In this month the Fishmongers' Company
petitioned the King that Lent might be kept, because they had
provided abundance of fish for this season, and their prayer was
granted."--Rugge.--B.]

Captain Cocke and I had a breast of veal roasted. And here I drank wine
upon necessity, being ill for want of it, and I find reason to fear that
by my too sudden leaving off wine, I do contract many evils upon myself.
Going and coming we played at gleeke, and I won 9s. 6d. clear, the
most that ever I won in my life. I pray God it may not tempt me to play
again. Being come home again we went to the Dolphin, where Mr. Alcock
and my Lady and Mrs. Martha Batten came to us, and after them many
others (as it always is where Sir W. Batten goes), and there we had some
pullets to supper. I eat though I was not very well, and after that left
them, and so home and to bed.

18th. Lay long in bed, then up to the office (we having changed our days
to Tuesday and Saturday in the morning and Thursday at night), and by
and by with Sir W. Pen, Mr. Kennard, and others to survey his house
again, and to contrive for the alterations there, which will be handsome
I think. After we had done at the office, I walked to the Wardrobe,
where with Mr. Moore and Mr. Lewis Phillips after dinner we did agree
upon the agreement between us and Prior and I did seal and sign it.
Having agreed with Sir Wm. Pen and my wife to meet them at the Opera,
and finding by my walking in the streets, which were every where full
of brick-battes and tyles flung down by the extraordinary wind the last
night (such as hath not been in memory before, unless at the death
of the late Protector), that it was dangerous to go out of doors; and
hearing how several persons had been killed to-day by the fall of things
in the streets, and that the pageant in Fleetstreet is most of it blown
down, and hath broke down part of several houses, among others Dick
Brigden's; and that one Lady Sanderson, a person of quality in Covent
Garden, was killed by the fall of the house, in her bed, last night;
I sent my boy home to forbid them to go forth. But he bringing me
word that they are go