made up between us by ourselves, which I am glad of, and have
appointed Monday next to be the day. Thence to the Wardrobe, and there
hearing it would be late before they went to dinner, I went and spent
some time in Paul's Churchyard among some books, and then returned
thither, and there dined with my Lady and Sir H. Wright and his lady,
all glad of yesterday's mistake, and after dinner to the office, and
then home and wrote letters by the post to my father, and by and by
comes Mr. Moore to give me an account how Mr. Montagu was gone away of
a sudden with the fleet, in such haste that he hath left behind some
servants, and many things of consequence; and among others, my Lord's
commission for Embassador. Whereupon he and I took coach, and to White
Hall to my Lord's lodgings, to have spoke with Mr. Ralph Montagu, his
brother (and here we staid talking with Sarah and the old man); but by
and by hearing that he was in Covent Garden, we went thither: and at
my Lady Harvy's, his sister, I spoke with him, and he tells me that the
commission is not left behind. And so I went thence by the same coach
(setting down Mr. Moore) home, and after having wrote a letter to my
Lord at 12 o'clock at night by post I went to bed.

19th (Lord's day). To church in the morning, where Mr. Mills preached
upon Christ's being offered up for our sins, and there proving the
equity with what justice God would lay our sins upon his Son, he did
make such a sermon (among other things pleading, from God's universal
sovereignty over all his creatures, the power he has of commanding what
he would of his Son by the same rule as that he might have made us all,
and the whole world from the beginning to have been in hell, arguing
from the power the potter has over his clay), that I could have wished
he had let it alone; and speaking again, the Father is now so satisfied
by our security for our debt, that we might say at the last day as many
of us as have interest in Christ's death: Lord, we owe thee nothing, our
debt is paid. We are not beholden to, thee for anything, for thy debt is
paid to thee to the full; which methinks were very bold words. Home to
dinner, and then my wife and I on foot to see Mrs. Turner, who continues
still sick, and thence into the Old Bayly by appointment to speak with
Mrs. Norbury who lies at (it falls out) next door to my uncle Fenner's;
but as God would have it, we having no desire to be seen by his people,
he having lately marrie