[Boulogne.  These pictures were given by George iii. to the Society of Antiquaries, who in return presented to the king a set of Thomas Hearne’s works, on large paper.  The pictures were reclaimed by George iv., and are now at Hampton Court.  They were exhibited in the Tudor Exhibition, 1890.]

marking the great difference between their build then and now.  By and by down to the chappell again where Bishopp Morley preached upon the song of the Angels, “Glory to God on high, on earth peace, and good will towards men.”  Methought he made but a poor sermon, but long, and reprehending the mistaken jollity of the Court for the true joy that shall and ought to be on these days, he particularized concerning their excess in plays and gaming, saying that he whose office it is to keep the gamesters in order and within bounds, serves but for a second rather in a duell, meaning the groom-porter.  Upon which it was worth observing how far they are come from taking the reprehensions of a bishopp seriously, that they all laugh in the chappell when he reflected on their ill actions and courses.  He did much press us to joy in these publique days of joy, and to hospitality.  But one that stood by whispered in my ear that the Bishopp himself do not spend one groat to the poor himself.  The sermon done, a good anthem followed, with vialls, and then the King came down to receive the Sacrament.  But I staid not, but calling my boy from my Lord’s lodgings, and giving Sarah some good advice, by my Lord’s order, to be sober and look after the house, I walked home again with great pleasure, and there dined by my wife’s bed-side with great content, having a mess of brave plum-porridge

     [The national Christmas dish of plum pudding is a modern evolution
     from plum porridge, which was probably similar to the dish still
     produced at Windsor Castle.]

and a roasted pullet for dinner, and I sent for a mince-pie abroad, my wife not being well to make any herself yet.  After dinner sat talking a good while with her, her [pain] being become less, and then to see Sir W. Pen a little, and so to my office, practising arithmetique alone and making an end of last night’s book with great content till eleven at night, and so home to supper and to bed.

26th.  Up, my wife to the making of Christmas pies all day, being now pretty well again, and I abroad to several places about some businesses, among others bought a bake-pan in Newgate Market, and sent it home, it cost me 16s.  So to Dr. Williams, but he is out of town, then to the Wardrobe.  Hither come Mr. Battersby; and we falling into a discourse of a new book of drollery in verse called Hudebras,