21st.  Up early in finishing my accounts and writing to my Lord and from thence to my Lord’s and took leave of Mr. Sheply and possession of all the keys and the house.  Thence to my office for some money to pay Mr. Sheply and sent it him by the old man.  I then went to Mr. Downing who chid me because I did not give him notice of some of his guests failed him but I told him that I sent our porter to tell him and he was not within, but he told me that he was within till past twelve o’clock.  So the porter or he lied.  Thence to my office where nothing to do.  Then with Mr. Hawly, he and I went to Mr. Crew’s and dined there.  Thence into London, to Mr. Vernon’s and I received my L25 due by bill for my troopers’ pay.  Then back again to Steadman’s.  At the Mitre, in Fleet street, in our way calling on Mr. Fage, who told me how the City have some hopes of Monk.  Thence to the Mitre, where I drank a pint of wine, the house being in fitting for Banister to come hither from Paget’s.  Thence to Mrs. Jem and gave her L5.  So home and left my money and to Whitehall where Luellin and I drank and talked together an hour at Marsh’s and so up to the clerks’ room, where poor Mr. Cook, a black man, that is like to be put out of his clerk’s place, came and railed at me for endeavouring to put him out and get myself in, when I was already in a good condition.  But I satisfied him and after I had wrote a letter there to my Lord, wherein I gave him an account how this day Lenthall took his chair again, and [the House] resolved a declaration to be brought in on Monday next to satisfy the world what they intend to do.  So home and to bed.

22nd.  I went in the morning to Mr. Messum’s, where I met with W. Thurburn and sat with him in his pew.  A very eloquent sermon about the duty of all to give good example in our lives and conversation, which I fear he himself was most guilty of not doing.  After sermon, at the door by appointment my wife met me, and so to my father’s to dinner, where we had not been to my shame in a fortnight before.  After dinner my father shewed me a letter from Mr. Widdrington, of Christ’s College, in Cambridge, wherein he do express very great kindness for my brother, and my father intends that my brother shall go to him.  To church in the afternoon to Mr. Herring, where a lazy poor sermon.  And so home with Mrs. Turner and sitting with her a while we went to my father’s where we supt very merry, and so home.  This day I began to put on buckles to my shoes, which I have bought yesterday of Mr. Wotton.

23rd.  In the morning called out to carry L20 to Mr. Downing, which I did and came back, and finding Mr. Pierce, the surgeon, I took him to the Axe and gave him his morning draft.  Thence to my office and there did nothing but make up my balance.  Came home and found my wife dressing of the girl’s head, by which she was made to look very pretty.  I went out and paid Wilkinson what I did owe him, and brought a piece of beef home for dinner.