And now, before we proceed, let us ask who worthy Samuel Pepys was, that he should pass such stringent comments on men and manners? His origin was lowly, although his family ancient; his father having followed, until the Restoration, the calling of a tailor. Pepys, vulgar as he was, had nevertheless received an university education; first entering Trinity College, Cambridge, as a sizar. To our wonder we find him marrying furtively and independently; and his wife, at fifteen, was glad with her husband to take up an abode in the house of a relative, Sir Edward Montagu, afterwards Earl of Sandwich, the ‘my lord’ under whose shadow Samuel Pepys dwelt in reverence. By this nobleman’s influence Pepys for ever left the ‘cutting-room;’ he acted first as secretary, (always as toad-eater, one would fancy), then became a clerk in the Admiralty; and as such went, after the Restoration, to live in Seething Lane, in the parish of St. Olave, Hart Street—and in St. Olave his mortal part was ultimately deposited.
So much for Pepys. See him now, in his full-buttoned wig, and best cambric neckerchief, looking out for the king and his suit, who are coming on board the ‘Nazeby.’
’Up, and made myself as fine as I could, with the linning stockings on, and wide canons that I bought the other day at the Hague.’ So began he the day. ’All day nothing but lords and persons of honour on board, that we were exceeding full. Dined in great deal of state, the royalle company by themselves in the coache, which was a blessed sight to see.’ This royal company consisted of Charles, the Dukes of York and Gloucester, his brothers, the Queen of Bohemia, the Princess Royal, the Prince of Orange, afterwards William III.—all of whose hands Pepys kissed, after dinner. The King and Duke of York changed the names of the ships. The ‘Rumpers,’ as Pepys calls the Parliamentarians, had given one the name of the ‘Nazeby;’ and that was now christened the ‘Charles:’ ‘Richard’ was changed into ‘James.’ The ‘Speaker’ into ‘Mary,’ the ‘Lambert,’ was ‘Henrietta,’ and so on. How merry the king must have been whilst he thus turned the Roundheads, as it were, off the ocean; and how he walked here and there, up and down, (quite contrary to what Samuel Pepys ‘expected,’) and fell into discourse of his escape from Worcester, and made Samuel ‘ready to weep’ to hear of his travelling four days and three nights on foot, up to his knees in dirt, with ‘nothing but a green coat and a pair of breeches on,’ (worse and worse, thought Pepys,) and a pair of country shoes that made his feet sore; and how, at one place he was made to drink by the servants, to show he was not a Roundhead; and how, at another place—and Charles, the best teller of a story in his own dominions, may here have softened his tone—the master of the house, an innkeeper, as the king was standing by the fire, with his hands on the back of a chair, kneeled down and kissed his hand ‘privately,’ saying he could not ask him who he was, but bid ’God bless him, where he was going!’