e him.
He talks no sense two, words together now; and I confess it made me
weepe to see that he should not be able, when I asked him, to say who
I was. I went to Mrs. Turner's, and by her discourse with my brother's
Doctor, Mr. Powell, I find that she is full now of the disease which
my brother is troubled with, and talks of it mightily, which I am sorry
for, there being other company, but methinks it should be for her
honour to forbear talking of it, the shame of this very thing I confess
troubles me as much as anything. Back to my brother's and took my
wife, and carried her to my uncle Fenner's and there had much private
discourse with him. He tells me of the Doctor's thoughts of my brother's
little hopes of recovery, and from that to tell me his thoughts long
of my brother's bad husbandry, and from that to say that he believes he
owes a great deal of money, as to my cozen Scott I know not how much,
and Dr. Thos. Pepys L30, but that the Doctor confesses that he is paid
L20 of it, and what with that and what he owes my father and me I doubt
he is in a very sad condition, that if he lives he will not be able to
show his head, which will be a very great shame to me. After this I went
in to my aunt and my wife and Anthony Joyce and his wife, who were by
chance there, and drank and so home, my mind and head troubled, but I
hope it will [be] over in a little time one way or other. After doing a
little at my office of business I home to supper and to bed. From notice
that my uncle Fenner did give my father the last week of my brother's
condition, my mother is coming up to towne, which also do trouble me.
The business between my Lords Chancellor and Bristoll, they say, is
hushed up; and the latter gone or going, by the King's licence, to
France.

15th. Up and to the office, where we sat all the morning, and at noon
comes Madam Turner and her daughter The., her chief errand to tell me
that she had got Dr. Wiverly, her Doctor, to search my brother's mouth,
where Mr. Powell says there is an ulcer, from thence he concludes that
he hath had the pox. But the Doctor swears that there is not, nor ever
was any, and my brother being very sensible, which I was glad to hear,
he did talk with him about it, and he did wholly disclaim that ever
he had the disease, or that ever he said to Powell that he had it. All
which did put me into great comfort as to the reproach which was spread
against him. So I sent for a barrel of oysters, and they