Oct 5, 2026 · 25 min · 12 segments
In which I attend to the duties and negotiations of office, partake in lively dinners and parlour entertainments, and observe the stirrings and gossip of London society—especially concerning the…
February first, Friday.
A full office all this morning, and busy about answering the Commissioners of Parliament to their letter, wherein they desire to borrow two clerks of ours, which we will not grant them.
After dinner into London and bought some books and a belt and had my sword new-furbished.
To the alehouse with Mr. Brigden and W. Simons.
At night home.
So after a little music to bed, leaving my people up getting things ready against tomorrow's dinner.
Second.
Early to Mr. Moore and with him to Sir Peter Bore, who proffers my Uncle Robert much civility in letting him continue in the grounds which he had hired of Hetley, who is now dead.
Thence home, where all things in a hurry for dinner, a strange cook being come in the room of Slater, who could not come.
There dine here my Uncle Wight and my aunt, my father and mother and my brother Tom, Dr. Fairbrother and Mr.
Mills, the parson and his wife, who is a neighbor's daughter of my Uncle Robert's and knows my Aunt Wight and all her and my friends there.
And so we had excellent company to-day.
After dinner I was sent for to Sir G. Carteret's, where he was, and I found the Comptroller, who are upon writing a letter to the Commissioners of Parliament in some things a rougher style than our last, because they seem to speak high to us.
So the Comptroller and I thence to a tavern hard by and there did agree upon drawing up some letters to be sent to all the pursers and clerks of the checks to make up their accounts.
Then home, where I found the parson and his wife gone, and by and by the rest of the company very well pleased, and I too, it being the last inn I intend to make a great while, it having now cost me almost fifteen pounds in three dinners within this fortnight.
In the evening comes Sir W.
Pen, pretty merry, to sit with me and talk, which we did for an hour or two, and so good night, and I to bed.
This day I first began to go forth in my coat and sword, as the manner now among gentlemen is.
To Whitehall.
In my way heard Mr. Thomas Fuller preach at the Savoy upon our forgiving of other men's trespasses, shewing among other things that we are to go to law, never to revenge, but only to repair, which I think a good distinction.
So to Whitehall, where I stayed to hear the trumpets and kettle-drums, and then the other drums, which are much cried up, though I think it dull, vulgar music.
So to Mr. Fox's unbid, where I had a good dinner and special company.
And how Sir Philip Warwick's lady did one day to have Mr. Darcy send for several dozen bottles of Rhenish wine to her house, not knowing that the wine was his.
February first, Friday.
A full office all this morning, and busy about answering the Commissioners of Parliament to their letter, wherein they desire to borrow two clerks of ours, which we will not grant them.
After dinner into London and bought some books and a belt and had my sword new-furbished.
To the alehouse with Mr. Brigden and W. Simons.
At night home.
So after a little music to bed, leaving my people up getting things ready against tomorrow's dinner.
Second.
Early to Mr. Moore and with him to Sir Peter Bore, who proffers my Uncle Robert much civility in letting him continue in the grounds which he had hired of Hetley, who is now dead.
Thence home, where all things in a hurry for dinner, a strange cook being come in the room of Slater, who could not come.
There dine here my Uncle Wight and my aunt, my father and mother and my brother Tom, Dr. Fairbrother and Mr.
Mills, the parson and his wife, who is a neighbor's daughter of my Uncle Robert's and knows my Aunt Wight and all her and my friends there.
And so we had excellent company to-day.
After dinner I was sent for to Sir G. Carteret's, where he was, and I found the Comptroller, who are upon writing a letter to the Commissioners of Parliament in some things a rougher style than our last, because they seem to speak high to us.
So the Comptroller and I thence to a tavern hard by and there did agree upon drawing up some letters to be sent to all the pursers and clerks of the checks to make up their accounts.
Then home, where I found the parson and his wife gone, and by and by the rest of the company very well pleased, and I too, it being the last inn I intend to make a great while, it having now cost me almost fifteen pounds in three dinners within this fortnight.
In the evening comes Sir W.
Pen, pretty merry, to sit with me and talk, which we did for an hour or two, and so good night, and I to bed.
This day I first began to go forth in my coat and sword, as the manner now among gentlemen is.
To Whitehall.
In my way heard Mr. Thomas Fuller preach at the Savoy upon our forgiving of other men's trespasses, shewing among other things that we are to go to law, never to revenge, but only to repair, which I think a good distinction.
So to Whitehall, where I stayed to hear the trumpets and kettle-drums, and then the other drums, which are much cried up, though I think it dull, vulgar music.
So to Mr. Fox's unbid, where I had a good dinner and special company.
And how Sir Philip Warwick's lady did one day to have Mr. Darcy send for several dozen bottles of Rhenish wine to her house, not knowing that the wine was his.
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