ood, Posers. After great pleasure there, and specially to Mr.
Crumlum, so often to tell of my being a benefactor to the School, I to
my bookseller's and there spent an hour looking over Theatrum Urbium
and Flandria illustrata, with excellent cuts, with great content. So
homeward, and called at my little milliner's, where I chatted with her,
her husband out of the way, and a mad merry slut she is. So home to
the office, and by and by comes my wife home from the burial of Captain
Grove's wife at Wapping (she telling me a story how her mayd Jane going
into the boat did fall down and show her arse in the boat), and alone
comes my uncle Wight and Mr. Maes with the state of their case, which he
told me very discreetly, and I believe is a very hard one, and so after
drinking a bottle of ale or two they gone, and I a little more to the
office, and so home to prayers and to bed. This evening I made an end of
my letter to Creed about his pieces of eight, and sent it away to him.
I pray God give good end to it to bring me some money, and that duly as
from him.

5th. Up, and down by water, a brave morning, to Woolwich, and there
spent an houre or two to good purpose, and so walked to Greenwich and
thence to Deptford, where I found (with Sir W. Batten upon a survey) Sir
J. Minnes, Sir W. Pen, and my Lady Batten come down and going to dinner.
I dined with them, and so after dinner by water home, all the way going
and coming reading "Faber Fortunae," which I can never read too often.
At home a while with my wife, and so to my office, where till 8 o'clock,
and then home to look over some Brampton papers, and my uncle's accounts
as Generall-Receiver of the County for 1647 of our monthly assessment,
which, contrary to my expectation, I found in such good order and so,
thoroughly that I did not expect, nor could have thought, and that being
done, having seen discharges for every farthing of money he received, I
went to bed late with great quiett.

6th. Up, and to the office, where we sat all the morning, and so at noon
to the 'Change, where I met Mr. Coventry, the first time I ever saw him
there, and after a little talke with him and other merchants, I up and
down about several businesses, and so home, whither came one Father
Fogourdy, an Irish priest, of my wife's and her mother's acquaintance in
France, a sober, discreet person, but one that I would not have converse
with my wife for fear of meddling with her religion, but I like the ma