worse than the Duke of York's marrying the Chancellor's daughter, which is
now publicly owned. After dinner to the office all the afternoon. At
seven at night I walked through the dirt to Whitehall to see whether my
Lord be come to town, and I found him come and at supper, and I supped
with him. He tells me that my aunt at Brampton has voided a great stone
(the first time that ever I heard she was troubled therewith) and cannot
possibly live long, that my uncle is pretty well, but full of pain still.
After supper home and to bed.

22nd. All the morning with my painters, who will make an end of all this
day I hope. At noon I went to the Sun tavern; on Fish Street hill, to a
dinner of Captn. Teddimans, where was my Lord Inchiquin (who seems to be a
very fine person), Sir W. Pen, Captn. Cuttance, and one Mr. Lawrence (a
fine gentleman now going to Algiers), and other good company, where we had
a very fine dinner, good musique, and a great deal of wine. We staid here
very late, at last Sir W. Pen and I home together, he so overcome with
wine that he could hardly go; I was forced to lead him through the streets
and he was in a very merry and kind mood. I home (found my house clear of
the workmen and their work ended), my head troubled with wine, and I very
merry went to bed, my head akeing all night.

23rd (Lord's day). In the morning to Church, where our pew all covered
with rosemary and baize. A stranger made a dull sermon. Home and found
my wife and maid with much ado had made shift to spit a great turkey sent
me this week from Charles Carter, my old colleague, now minister in
Huntingdonshire, but not at all roasted, and so I was fain to stay till
two o'clock, and after that to church with my wife, and a good sermon
there was, and so home. All the evening at my book, and so to supper and
to bed.