ade very clean and put in order,
and then to write by the post, among other letters one to Sir W. Batten
about this day's work with Field, desiring his promise also. The letter
I have caused to be entered in our public book of letters. So home to
supper and to bed.

14th (Lord's day). Lay with great content talking with my wife in
bed, and so up and to church and then home, and had a neat dinner by
ourselves, and after dinner walked to White Hall and my Lord's, and up
and down till chappell time, and then to the King's chappell, where I
heard the service, and so to my Lord's, and there Mr. Howe and Pagett,
the counsellor, an old lover of musique. We sang some Psalms of Mr.
Lawes, and played some symphonys between till night, that I was sent for
to Mr. Creed's lodging, and there was Captain Ferrers and his lady and
W. Howe and I; we supped very well and good sport in discourse. After
supper I was sent for to my Lord, with whom I staid talking about his,
and my owne, and the publique affairs, with great content, he advising
me as to my owne choosing of Sir R. Bernard for umpire in the businesses
between my uncle and us, that I would not trust to him upon his
direction, for he did not think him a man to be trusted at all; and so
bid him good night, and to Mr. Creed's again; Mr. Moore, with whom I
intended to have lain, lying physically without sheets; and there, after
some discourse, to bed, and lay ill, though the bed good, my stomach
being sicke all night with my too heavy supper.

15th. Up and to my Lord's and thence to the Duke, and followed him into
the Park, where, though the ice was broken and dangerous, yet he would
go slide upon his scates, which I did not like, but he slides very well.
So back and to his closett, whither my Lord Sandwich comes, and there
Mr. Coventry and we three had long discourse together about the matters
of the Navy; and, indeed, I find myself more and more obliged to Mr.
Coventry, who studies to do me all the right he can in every thing to
the Duke. Thence walked a good while up and down the gallerys; and among
others, met with Dr. Clerke, who in discourse tells me, that Sir Charles
Barkeley's greatness is only his being pimp to the King, and to my Lady
Castlemaine. And yet for all this, that the King is very kind to the
Queen; who, he says, is one of the best women in the world. Strange how
the King is bewitched to this pretty Castlemaine. Thence to my Lord's,
and there with Mr. Creed, Moo