we home, and there I to read, and my belly being full of my dinner to-day, I anon to bed, and there, as I have for many days, slept not an hour quietly, but full of dreams of our defence to the Parliament and giving an account of our doings.  This evening, my wife did with great pleasure shew me her stock of jewells, encreased by the ring she hath made lately as my Valentine’s gift this year, a Turky stone’ set with diamonds:  and, with this and what she had, she reckons that she hath above L150 worth of jewells, of one kind or other; and I am glad of it, for it is fit the wretch should have something to content herself with.

24th.  Up, and to my office, where most of the morning, entering my journal for the three days past.  Thence about noon with my wife to the New Exchange, by the way stopping at my bookseller’s, and there leaving my Kircher’s Musurgia to be bound, and did buy “L’illustre Bassa,” in four volumes, for my wife.  Thence to the Exchange and left her; while meeting Dr. Gibbons there, he and I to see an organ at the Dean of Westminster’s lodgings at the Abby, the Bishop of Rochester’s; where he lives like a great prelate, his lodgings being very good; though at present under great disgrace at Court, being put by his Clerk of the Closet’s place.  I saw his lady, of whom the ‘Terrae Filius’ of Oxford was once so merry;

[A scholar appointed to make a satirical and jesting speech at an Act in the University of Oxford.  Mr. Christopher Wordsworth gives, in his “Social Life at the English Universities in the Eighteenth Century,” 1874, a list of terra-filii from 1591 to 1713 (pp. 296- 298, 680).  The ‘terrae filius’ was sometimes expelled the university on account of the licence of his speech.  The practice was discontinued early in the eighteenth century.]

and two children, whereof one a very pretty little boy, like him, so fat and black.  Here I saw the organ; but it is too big for my house, and the fashion do not please me enough; and therefore will not have it.  Thence to the ’Change back again, leaving him, and took my wife and Deb. home, and there to dinner alone, and after dinner I took them to the Nursery,—­[Theatre company of young actors in training.]—­where none of us ever were before; where the house is better and the musique better than we looked for, and the acting not much worse, because I expected as bad as could be:  and I was not much mistaken, for it was so.  However, I was pleased well to see it once, it being worth a man’s seeing to discover the different ability and understanding of people, and the different growth of people’s abilities by practise.  Their play was a bad one, called “Jeronimo is Mad Again,” a tragedy.  Here was some good company by us, who did make mighty sport at the folly of their acting, which I could not neither refrain from sometimes, though I was sorry for it.  So away hence home, where to the office to do business a while, and then home to supper and to read, and