From Six to Ten.  At the Club.  Mr. Nisby’s Account of the Great Turk.

  Ten.  Dream of the Grand Vizier.  Broken Sleep.

  WEDNESDAY, Eight a-Clock.  Tongue of my Shooe-Buckle broke.  Hands but
  not Face.

  Nine.  Paid off the Butchers Bill.  Mem.  To be allowed for the last Leg
  of Mutton.

  Ten, Eleven.  At the Coffee-house.  More Work in the North.  Stranger in
  a black Wigg asked me how Stocks went.

  From Twelve to One.  Walked in the Fields.  Wind to the South.

  From One to Two.  Smoaked a Pipe and an half.

  Two.  Dined as usual.  Stomach good.

  Three.  Nap broke by the falling of a Pewter Dish.  Mem.  Cook-maid in
  Love, and grown careless.

  From Four to Six.  At the Coffee-house.  Advice from Smyrna, that the
  Grand Vizier was first of all strangled, and afterwards beheaded.

  Six a-Clock in the Evening.  Was half an Hour in the Club before any
  Body else came.  Mr. Nisby of Opinion that the Grand Vizier was not
  strangled the Sixth Instant.

  Ten at Night.  Went to Bed.  Slept without waking till Nine next
  Morning.

  THURSDAY, Nine a-Clock.  Staid within till Two a-Clock for Sir Timothy;
  who did not bring me my Annuity according to his Promise.

  Two in the Afternoon.  Sate down to Dinner.  Loss of Appetite.  Small
  Beer sour.  Beef over-corned.

  Three.  Could not take my Nap.

  Four and Five.  Gave Ralph a box on the Ear.  Turned off my Cookmaid. 
  Sent a Message to Sir Timothy.  Mem.  I did not go to the Club to-night. 
  Went to Bed at Nine a-Clock.

  FRIDAY, Passed the Morning in Meditation upon Sir Timothy, who was
  with me a Quarter before Twelve.

  Twelve a-Clock.  Bought a new Head to my Cane, and a Tongue to my
  Buckle.  Drank a Glass of Purl to recover Appetite.

  Two and Three.  Dined, and Slept well.

  From Four to Six.  Went to the Coffee-house.  Met Mr. Nisby there. 
  Smoaked several Pipes.  Mr. Nisby of opinion that laced Coffee is bad
  for the Head.

  Six a-Clock.  At the Club as Steward.  Sate late.

  Twelve a-Clock.  Went to Bed, dreamt that I drank Small Beer with the
  Grand Vizier.

  SATURDAY.  Waked at Eleven, walked in the Fields.  Wind N. E.

  Twelve.  Caught in a Shower.

  One in the Afternoon.  Returned home, and dryed my self.

  Two.  Mr. Nisby dined with me.  First Course Marrow-bones, Second
  Ox-Cheek, with a Bottle of Brooks and Hellier.

  Three a-Clock.  Overslept my self.

  Six.  Went to the Club.  Like to have fal’n into a Gutter.  Grand Vizier
  certainly Dead. etc.