and were to give an account what money we had paid him; but the Committee did not sit to-day.  Hence to Will’s, where I sat an hour or two with Mr. Godfrey Austin, a scrivener in King Street.  Here I met and afterwards bought the answer to General Monk’s letter, which is a very good one, and I keep it by me.  Thence to Mrs. Jem, where I found her maid in bed in a fit of the ague, and Mrs. Jem among the people below at work and by and by she came up hot and merry, as if they had given her wine, at which I was troubled, but said nothing; after a game at cards, I went home and wrote by the post and coming back called in at Harper’s and drank with Mr. Pulford, servant to Mr. Waterhouse, who tells me, that whereas my Lord Fleetwood should have answered to the Parliament to-day, he wrote a letter and desired a little more time, he being a great way out of town.  And how that he is quite ashamed of himself, and confesses how he had deserved this, for his baseness to his brother.  And that he is like to pay part of the money, paid out of the Exchequer during the Committee of Safety, out of his own purse again, which I am glad of.  Home and to bed, leaving my wife reading in Polixandre.

["Polexandre,” by Louis Le Roy de Gomberville, was first published in 1632.  “The History of Polexander” was “done into English by W. Browne,” and published in folio, London, 1647.  It was the earliest of the French heroic romances, and it appears to have been the model for the works of Calprenede and Mdlle. de Scuderi; see Dunlop’s “History of Fiction” for the plot of the romance.]

I could find nothing in Mr. Downing’s letter, which Hawly brought me, concerning my office; but I could discern that Hawly had a mind that I would get to be Clerk of the Council, I suppose that he might have the greater salary; but I think it not safe yet to change this for a public employment.

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     A very fine dinner
     Gave him his morning draft
     Much troubled with thoughts how to get money
     My wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pullets
     My wife was very unwilling to let me go forth
     Put to a great loss how I should get money to make up my cash
     This day I began to put on buckles to my shoes

THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS M.A.  F.R.S.

CLERK OF THE ACTS AND SECRETARY TO THE ADMIRALTY

Transcribed from the shorthand manuscript in the Pepysian library
Magdalene college Cambridge by the Rev.  Mynors bright M.A.  Late fellow
and president of the college

(Unabridged)

WITH LORD BRAYBROOKE’S NOTES