25th. At the office all the morning, and the like after dinner, at home

all the afternoon till very late, and then to bed, being very hoarse with

a cold I did lately get with leaving off my periwigg. This afternoon W.

Pen, lately come from his father in the fleete, did give me an account how

the fleete did sayle, about 103 in all, besides small catches, they being

in sight of six or seven Dutch scouts, and sent ships in chase of them.

26th. Up very betimes, my cold continuing and my stomach sick with the

buttered ale that I did drink the last night in bed, which did lie upon me

till I did this morning vomitt it up. So walked to Povy's, where Creed

met me, and there I did receive the first parcel of money as Treasurer of

Tangier, and did give him my receipt for it, which was about L2,800 value

in Tallys; we did also examine and settle several other things, and then I

away to White Hall, talking, with Povy alone, about my opinion of Creed's

indiscretion in looking after Mrs. Pickering, desiring him to make no more

a sport of it, but to correct him, if he finds that he continues to owne

any such thing. This I did by my Lady's desire, and do intend to pursue

the stop of it. So to the Carrier's by Cripplegate, to see whether my

mother be come to towne or no, I expecting her to-day, but she is not

come. So to dinner to my Lady Sandwich's, and there after dinner above in

the diningroom did spend an houre or two with her talking again about

Creed's folly; but strange it is that he should dare to propose this

business himself of Mrs. Pickering to my Lady, and to tell my Lady that he

did it for her virtue sake, not minding her money, for he could have a

wife with more, but, for that, he did intend to depend upon her Ladyshipp

to get as much of her father and mother for her as she could; and that,

what he did, was by encouragement from discourse of her Ladyshipp's: he

also had wrote to Mrs. Pickering, but she did give him a slighting answer

back again. But I do very much fear that Mrs. Pickering's honour, if the

world comes to take notice of it, may be wronged by it. Thence home, and

all the afternoon till night at my office, then home to supper and to bed.

27th. Up, and to my office, where all the morning, at noon Creed dined

with me; and, after dinner, walked in the garden, he telling me that my

Lord Treasurer now begins to be scrupulous, and will know what becomes of

the L26,000 saved by my Lord Peterborough, before he parts with any more

money, which puts us into new doubts, and me into a great fear, that all

my cake will be doe still.

[An obsolete proverb, signifying to lose one's hopes, a cake coming

out of the oven in a state of dough being considered spoiled.

"My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest;

Out of hope of all, but my share in the feast."

Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew, act v., sc. i.-M. B.]

But I am well prepared for it to bear it, being not clear whether it will

be more for my profit to have it, or go without it, as my profits of the

Navy are likely now to be. All the afternoon till late hard at the

office. Then to supper and to bed. This night William Hewer is returned

from Harwich, where he hath been paying off of some ships this fortnight,

and went to sea a good way with the fleete, which was 96 in company then,

men of warr, besides some come in, and following them since, which makes

now above 100, whom God bless!

28th. Up by 5 o'clock, and by appointment with Creed by 6 at his chamber,

expecting Povy, who come not. Thence he and I out to Sir Philip

Warwicke's, but being not up we took a turn in the garden hard by, and

thither comes Povy to us. After some discourse of the reason of the

difficulty that Sir Philip Warwicke makes in issuing a warrant for my

striking of tallys, namely, the having a clear account of the L26,000

saved by my Lord of Peterborough, we parted, and I to Sir P. Warwicke, who

did give me an account of his demurr, which I applied myself to remove by

taking Creed with me to my Lord Ashly, from whom, contrary to all

expectation, I received a very kind answer, just as we could have wished

it, that he would satisfy my Lord Treasurer. Thence very well satisfied I

home, and down the River to visit the victualling-ships, where I find all

out of order. And come home to dinner, and then to write a letter to the

Duke of Albemarle about the victualling-ships, and carried it myself to

the Council-chamber, where it was read; and when they rose, my Lord

Chancellor passing by stroked me on the head, and told me that the Board

had read my letter, and taken order for the punishing of the watermen for

not appearing on board the ships.

[Among the State Papers are lists of watermen impressed and put on

board the victualling ships. Attached to one of these is a "note of

their unfitness and refractory conduct; also that many go ashore to

sleep, and are discontent that they, as masters of families, are

pressed, while single men are excused on giving money to the

pressmen" ("Calendar," Domestic, 1664-65, p. 323).]

And so did the King afterwards, who do now know me so well, that he never

sees me but he speaks to me about our Navy business. Thence got my Lord

Ashly to my Lord Treasurer below in his chamber, and there removed the

scruple, and by and by brought Mr. Sherwin to Sir Philip Warwicke and did

the like, and so home, and after a while at my office, to bed.

29th. All the morning busy at the office. In the afternoon to my Lord

Treasurer's, and there got my Lord Treasurer to sign the warrant for my

striking of tallys, and so doing many jobbs in my way home, and there late

writeing letters, being troubled in my mind to hear that Sir W. Batten and

Sir J. Minnes do take notice that I am now-a-days much from the office

upon no office business, which vexes me, and will make me mind my business

the better, I hope in God; but what troubles me more is, that I do omit to

write, as I should do, to Mr. Coventry, which I must not do, though this

night I minded it so little as to sleep in the middle of my letter to him,

and committed forty blotts and blurrs in my letter to him, but of this I

hope never more to be guilty, if I have not already given him sufficient

offence. So, late home, and to bed.

30th (Lord's day). Up and to my office alone all the morning, making up

my monthly accounts, which though it hath been very intricate, and very

great disbursements and receipts and odd reckonings, yet I differed not

from the truth; viz.: between my first computing what my profit ought to

be and then what my cash and debts do really make me worth, not above

10s., which is very much, and I do much value myself upon the account, and

herein I with great joy find myself to have gained this month above L100

clear, and in the whole to be worth above L1400, the greatest sum I ever

yet was worth. Thence home to dinner, and there find poor Mr. Spong

walking at my door, where he had knocked, and being told I was at the

office staid modestly there walking because of disturbing me, which

methinks was one of the most modest acts (of a man that hath no need of

being so to me) that ever I knew in my life. He dined with me, and then

after dinner to my closet, where abundance of mighty pretty discourse,

wherein, in a word, I find him the man of the world that hath of his own

ingenuity obtained the most in most things, being withall no scholler. He

gone, I took boat and down to Woolwich and Deptford, and made it late

home, and so to supper and to bed. Thus I end this month in great content

as to my estate and gettings: in much trouble as to the pains I have

taken, and the rubs I expect yet to meet with, about the business of

Tangier. The fleete, with about 106 ships upon the coast of Holland, in

sight of the Dutch, within the Texel. Great fears of the sickenesse here

in the City, it being said that two or three houses are already shut up.

God preserve as all!

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