White’s Chocolate-house, May 13.

We got in hither, and my companion threw a powder round us, that made me as invisible as himself; so that we could see and hear all others; ourselves unseen and unheard.

The first thing we took notice of, was a nobleman of a goodly and frank aspect, with his generous birth and temper visible in it, playing at cards with a creature of a black and horrid countenance, wherein were plainly delineated the arts of his mind, cozenage and falsehood.  They were marking their game with counters, on which we could see inscriptions, imperceptible to any but us.  My lord had scored with pieces of ivory, on which were writ, Good Fame, Glory, Riches, Honour, and Posterity.  The spectre over against him had on his counters the inscriptions of, Dishonour, Impudence, Poverty, Ignorance, and Want of Shame.  “Bless me!” said I, “sure my lord does not see what he plays for!” “As well as I do,” says Pacolet.  “He despises that fellow he plays with, and scorns himself for making him his companion.”  At the very instant he was speaking, I saw the fellow who played with my lord, hide two cards in the roll of his stocking:  Pacolet immediately stole them from thence; upon which the nobleman soon after won the game.  The little triumph he appeared in, when he got such a trifling stock of ready money, though he had ventured so great sums with indifference, increased my admiration.  But Pacolet began to talk to me.  “Mr. Isaac, this to you looks wonderful, but not at all to us higher beings:  that noble has as many good qualities as any man of his order, and seems to have no faults but what, as I may say, are excrescences from virtues:  he is generous to a prodigality, more affable than is consistent with his quality, and courageous to a rashness.  Yet, after all this, the source of his whole conduct is (though he would hate himself if he knew it) mere avarice.  The ready cash laid before the gamester’s counters makes him venture, as you see, and lay distinction against infamy, abundance against want; in a word, all that’s desirable against all that’s to be avoided.”  “However,” said I, “be sure you disappoint the sharpers to-night, and steal from them all the cards they hide.”  Pacolet obeyed me, and my lord went home with their whole bank in his pocket.

Will’s Coffee-house, May 13.

To-night was acted a second time a comedy, called “The Busy Body:"[206] this play is written by a lady.  In old times, we used to sit upon a play here after it was acted; but now the entertainment is turned another way; not but there are considerable men appear in all ages, who, for some eminent quality or invention, deserve the esteem and thanks of the public.  Such a benefactor is a gentleman of this house, who is observed by the surgeons with much envy; for he has invented an engine for the prevention of harms by love adventures, and by great care and application, hath made it an immodesty to name his name.  This