23rd.  Thursday, my birthday, now twenty-seven years.  A pretty fair morning, I rose and after writing a while in my study I went forth.  To my office, where I told Mr. Hawly of my thoughts to go out of town to-morrow.  Hither Mr. Fuller comes to me and my Uncle Thomas too, thence I took them to drink, and so put off my uncle.  So with Mr. Fuller home to my house, where he dined with me, and he told my wife and me a great many stories of his adversities, since these troubles, in being forced to travel in the Catholic countries, &c.  He shewed me his bills, but I had not money to pay him.  We parted, and I to Whitehall, where I was to see my horse which Mr. Garthwayt lends me to-morrow.  So home, where Mr. Pierce comes to me about appointing time and place where and when to meet tomorrow.  So to Westminster Hall, where, after the House rose, I met with Mr. Crew, who told me that my Lord was chosen by 73 voices, to be one of the Council of State.  Mr. Pierpoint had the most, 101, and himself the next, too.  He brought me in the coach home.  He and Mr. Anslow being in it.  I back to the Hall, and at Mrs. Michell’s shop staid talking a great while with her and my Chaplain, Mr. Mumford, and drank a pot or two of ale on a wager that Mr. Prin is not of the Council.  Home and wrote to my Lord the news of the choice of the Council by the post, and so to bed.

24th.  I rose very early, and taking horse at Scotland Yard, at Mr. Garthwayt’s stable, I rode to Mr. Pierces, who rose, and in a quarter of an hour, leaving his wife in bed (with whom Mr. Lucy methought was very free as she lay in bed), we both mounted, and so set forth about seven of the clock, the day and the way very foul.  About Ware we overtook Mr. Blayton, brother-in-law to Dick Vines, who went thenceforwards with us, and at Puckeridge we baited, where we had a loin of mutton fried, and were very merry, but the way exceeding bad from Ware thither.  Then up again and as far as Foulmer, within six miles of Cambridge, my mare being almost tired:  here we lay at the Chequer, playing at cards till supper, which was a breast of veal roasted.  I lay with Mr. Pierce, who we left here the next morning upon his going to Hinchingbroke to speak with my Lord before his going to London, and we two come to Cambridge by eight o’clock in the morning.

25th.  To the Falcon, in the Petty Cury,

[The old Falcon Inn is on the south side of Petty Cury.  It is now divided into three houses, one of which is the present Falcon Inn, the other two being houses with shops.  The Falcon yard is but little changed.  From the size of the whole building it must have been the principal inn of the town.  The room said to have been used by Queen Elizabeth for receptions retains its original form.—­M.  B.

The Petty Cury.  The derivation of the name of this street, so well known to all Cambridge men, is a matter of much dispute among antiquaries. (See “Notes and Queries.”)