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.