And letters from my father tell me of L20 hurt done to us at Brampton.  This day in the news-book I find that my Lord Buckhurst and his fellows have printed their case as they did give it in upon examination to a justice of Peace, wherein they make themselves a very good tale that they were in pursuit of thieves, and that they took this man for one of them, and so killed him; and that he himself confessed it was the first time of his robbing; and that he did pay dearly for it, for he was a dead man.  But I doubt things will be proved otherwise, as they say.  Home to dinner, and by and by comes Mr. Hunt and his wife to see us and staid a good, while with us.  Then parted, and I to my study in the office.  The first time since the alteracon that I have begun to do business myself there, and I think I shall be well pleased with it.  At night home to supper and to bed.

26th.  Mr. Berkenshaw with me all the morning composing of musique to “This cursed jealousy, what is it,” a song of Sir W. Davenant’s.  After dinner I went to my Bookseller’s, W. Joyce’s, and several other places to pay my debts and do business, I being resolved to cast up my accounts within a day or two, for I fear I have run out too far.  In coming home I met with a face I knew and challenged him, thinking it had been one of the Theatre musicians, and did enquire for a song of him, but finding it a mistake, and that it was a gentleman that comes sometimes to the office, I was much ashamed, but made a pretty good excuse that I took him for a gentleman of Gray’s Inn who sings well, and so parted.  Home for all night and set things in order and so to bed.

27th.  This morning came Mr. Berkenshaw to me and in our discourse I, finding that he cries up his rules for most perfect (though I do grant them to be very good, and the best I believe that ever yet were made), and that I could not persuade him to grant wherein they were somewhat lame, we fell to angry words, so that in a pet he flung out of my chamber and I never stopped him, having intended to put him off today, whether this had happened or no, because I think I have all the rules that he hath to give.  And so there remains not the practice now to do me good, and it is not for me to continue with him at; L5 per month.  So I settled to put all his rules in fair order in a book, which was my work all the morning till dinner.  After dinner to the office till late at night, and so home to write by the post, and so to bed.

28th.  The boy failing to call us up as I commanded, I was angry, and resolved to whip him for that and many other faults, to-day.  Early with Sir W. Pen by coach to Whitehall, to the Duke of York’s chamber, and there I presented him from my Lord a fine map of Tangier, done by one Captain Beckman, a Swede, that is with my Lord.  We staid looking it over a great while with the Duke after he was ready.  Thence I by water to the Painter’s, and there sat again for my face in little, and thence home to