[It is probable these stories, in ridicule of Clarendon, are nowhere recorded.  Cardinal Jean Balue was the minister of Louis XI. of France.  The reader will remember him in Sir W. Scott’s “Quentin Durward.”  He was confined for eleven years in an iron cage invented by himself in the Chateau de Loches, and died soon after he regained his liberty.—­B.]

by Lord Cottington, in his ‘Dolor de las Tyipas’;

     [Gripes.  It was a joke against Lord Cottington that whenever he was
     seriously ill he declared himself a Roman Catholic, when he was well
     again he returned to the Protestant faith.]

and Tom Killigrew, in his being bred in Ram Ally, and now bound prentice to Lord Cottington, going to Spain with L1000, and two suits of clothes.  Thence home to dinner, and thence to Mr. Cooper’s, and there met my wife and W. Hewer and Deb.; and there my wife first sat for her picture:  but he is a most admirable workman, and good company.  Here comes Harris, and first told us how Betterton is come again upon the stage:  whereupon my wife and company to the [Duke’s] house to see “Henry the Fifth;” while I to attend the Duke of York at the Committee of the Navy, at the Council, where some high dispute between him and W. Coventry about settling pensions upon all Flag-Officers, while unemployed:  W. Coventry against it, and, I think, with reason.  Thence I to the playhouse, and saw a piece of the play, and glad to see Betterton; and so with wife and Deb. to Spring-garden, and eat a lobster, and so home in the evening and to bed.  Great doings at Paris, I hear, with their triumphs for their late conquests!  The Duchesse of Richmond sworn last week of the queen’s Bedchamber, and the King minding little else but what he used to do—­about his women.

7th.  Up, and to the office, where Kate Joyce come to me about some tickets of hers, but took no notice to me of her being married, but seemed mighty pale, and doubtful what to say or do, expecting, I believe, that I should begin; and not finding me beginning, said nothing, but, with trouble in her face, went away.  At the office all the morning, and after dinner also all the afternoon, and in the evening with my wife and Deb. and Betty Turner to Unthanke’s, where we are fain to go round by Newgate, because of Fleet Bridge being under rebuilding.  They stayed there, and I about some business, and then presently back and brought them home and supped and Mrs. Turner, the mother, comes to us, and there late, and so to bed.

8th.  Betimes by water to Sir W. Coventry, and there discoursed of several things; and I find him much concerned in the present enquiries now on foot of the Commissioners of Accounts, though he reckons himself and the rest very safe, but vexed to see us liable to these troubles, in things wherein we have laboured to do best.  Thence, he being to go out of town to-morrow, to drink Banbury waters, I to the Duke of York, to attend him about business of the