en in some ground of my Lord's, by some mischance being left by his
master, a thief; this horse being found with black cloth ears on, and
a false mayne, having none of his own; and I back again with him to the
Chequer, at Charing Cross, and there put up my own dull jade, and by
his advice saddled a delicate stone-horse of Captain Ferrers's, and with
that rid in state to the Park, where none better mounted than I almost,
but being in a throng of horses, seeing the King's riders showing tricks
with their managed horses, which were very strange, my stone-horse
was very troublesome, and begun to, fight with other horses, to the
dangering him and myself, and with much ado I got out, and kept myself
out of harm's way.. Here I saw nothing good, neither the King, nor my
Lady Castlemaine, nor any great ladies or beauties being there, there
being more pleasure a great deal at an ordinary day; or else those few
good faces that there were choked up with the many bad ones, there being
people of all sorts in coaches there, to some thousands, I think. Going
thither in the highway, just by the Park gate, I met a boy in a sculler
boat, carried by a dozen people at least, rowing as hard as he could
drive, it seems upon some wager. By and by, about seven or eight
o'clock, homeward; and changing my horse again, I rode home, coaches
going in great crowds to the further end of the town almost. In my way,
in Leadenhall Street, there was morris-dancing which I have not seen a
great while. So set my horse up at Game's, paying 5s. for him. And so
home to see Sir J. Minnes, who is well again, and after staying talking
with him awhile, I took leave and went to hear Mrs. Turner's daughter,
at whose house Sir J. Minnes lies, play on the harpsicon; but, Lord! it
was enough to make any man sick to hear her; yet I was forced to commend
her highly. So home to supper and to bed, Ashwell playing upon the
tryangle very well before I went to bed. This day Captain Grove sent me
a side of pork, which was the oddest present, sure, that was ever made
any man; and the next, I remember I told my wife, I believe would be
a pound of candles, or a shoulder of mutton; but the fellow do it in
kindness, and is one I am beholden to. So to bed very weary, and a
little galled for lack of riding, praying to God for a good journey to
my father, of whom I am afeard, he being so lately ill of his pain.

2nd. Being weary last night, I slept till almost seven o'clock, a thing
I