29th. Abroad with my wife by water to Westminster, and there left her at

my Lord's lodgings, and I to Jervas the barber's, and there was trimmed,

and did deliver back a periwigg, which he brought by my desire the other

day to show me, having some thoughts, though no great desire or resolution

yet to wear one, and so I put it off for a while. Thence to my wife, and

calling at both the Exchanges, buying stockings for her and myself, and

also at Leadenhall, where she and I, it being candlelight, bought meat for

to-morrow, having never a mayde to do it, and I myself bought, while my

wife was gone to another shop, a leg of beef, a good one, for six pense,

and my wife says is worth my money. So walked home with a woman carrying

our things. I am mightily displeased at a letter Tom sent me last night,

to borrow L20 more of me, and yet gives me no account, as I have long

desired, how matters stand with him in the world. I am troubled also to

see how, contrary to my expectation, my brother John neither is the

scholler nor minds his studies as I thought would have done, but loiters

away his time, so that I must send him soon to Cambridge again.

31st. Up and to my office all the morning, where Sir W. Batten and Sir J.

Minnes did pay the short allowance money to the East India companies, and

by the assistance of the City Marshall and his men, did lay hold of two or

three of the chief of the companies that were in the mutiny the other day,

and sent them to prison. This noon came Jane Gentleman to serve my wife

as her chamber mayde. I wish she may prove well. So ends this month,

with my mind pretty well in quiett, and in good disposition of health

since my drinking at home of a little wine with my beer; but no where else

do I drink any wine at all. The King and Queen and the Court at the Bath,

my Lord Sandwich in the country newly gone.

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And so to bed and there entertained her with great content

Apprehend about one hundred Quakers

Being cleansed of lice this day by my wife

Conceited, but that's no matter to me

Fear it may do him no good, but me hurt

Fearful that I might not go far enough with my hat off

He having made good promises, though I fear his performance

My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon

So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body

Sporting in my fancy with the Queen

Things being dear and little attendance to be had we went away

Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . .

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