[Foy. A feast given by one who is about to leave a place. In Kent,
according to Grose, a treat to friends, either at going abroad or
coming home. See Diary, November 25th, 1661.]

against my going to sea; and so we took leave one of another, they
promising me to write to me to sea. Hither comes Pim's boy, by my
direction, with two monteeres--[Monteeres, montero (Spanish), a kind of
huntsman's cap.]--for me to take my choice of, and I chose the saddest
colour and left the other for Mr. Sheply. Hence by coach to London, and
took a short melancholy leave of my father and mother, without having them
to drink, or say anything of business one to another. And indeed I had a
fear upon me I should scarce ever see my mother again, she having a great
cold then upon her. Then to Westminster, where by reason of rain and an
easterly wind, the water was so high that there was boats rowed in King
Street and all our yard was drowned, that one could not go to my house, so
as no man has seen the like almost, most houses full of water.

["In this month the wind was very high, and caused great tides, so
that great hurt was done to the inhabitants of Westminster, King
Street being quite drowned. The Maidenhead boat was cast away, and
twelve persons with her. Also, about Dover the waters brake in upon
the mainland; and in Kent was very much damage done; so that report
said, there was L20,000 worth of harm done."--Rugge's Diurnal.--B.]

Then back by coach to my Lord's; where I met Mr. Sheply, who staid with me
waiting for my Lord's coming in till very late. Then he and I, and
William Howe went with our swords to bring my Lord home from Sir H.
Wright's. He resolved to go to-morrow if the wind ceased. Sheply and I
home by coach. I to Mrs. Crisp's, who had sat over a good supper long