s to my bookseller's, and there spoke for several books
against New Year's day, I resolving to lay out about L7 or L8, God
having given me some profit extraordinary of late; and bespoke also some
plate, spoons, and forks. I pray God keep me from too great expenses,
though these will still be pretty good money. Then to the 'Change, and
I home to dinner, where Creed and Mr. Caesar, my boy's lute master,
who plays indeed mighty finely, and after dinner I abroad, parting from
Creed, and away to and fro, laying out or preparing for laying out more
money, but I hope and resolve not to exceed therein, and to-night spoke
for some fruit for the country for my father against Christmas, and
where should I do it, but at the pretty woman's, that used to stand at
the doore in Fanchurch Streete, I having a mind to know her. So home,
and late at my office, evening reckonings with Shergoll, hoping to get
money by the business, and so away home to supper and to bed, not being
very well through my taking cold of late, and so troubled with some
wind.

15th. Called up very betimes by Mr. Cholmly, and with him a good while
about some of his Tangier accounts; and, discoursing of the condition
of Tangier, he did give me the whole account of the differences between
Fitzgerald and Norwood, which were very high on both sides, but
most imperious and base on Fitzgerald's, and yet through my Lord
FitzHarding's means, the Duke of York is led rather to blame Norwood and
to speake that he should be called home, than be sensible of the other.
He is a creature of FitzHarding's, as a fellow that may be done with
what he will, and, himself certainly pretending to be Generall of the
King's armies, when Monk dyeth, desires to have as few great or wise men
in employment as he can now, but such as he can put in and keep under,
which he do this coxcomb Fitzgerald. It seems, of all mankind there
is no man so led by another as the Duke is by Lord Muskerry and
this FitzHarding, insomuch, as when the King would have him to be
Privy-Purse, the Duke wept, and said, "But, Sir, I must have your
promise, if you will have my dear Charles from me, that if ever you have
occasion for an army again, I may have him with me; believing him to be
the best commander of an army in the world." But Mr. Cholmly thinks, as
all other men I meet with do, that he is a very ordinary fellow. It is
strange how the Duke also do love naturally, and affect the Irish above
the English. He, of t