that is all.  So to my office and from thence brought Mr. Hawly home with me to dinner, and after dinner wrote a letter to Mr. Downing about his business and gave it Hawly, and so went to Mr. Gunning’s to his weekly fast, and after sermon, meeting there with Monsieur L’Impertinent, we went and walked in the park till it was dark.  I played on my pipe at the Echo, and then drank a cup of ale at Jacob’s.  So to Westminster Hall, and he with me, where I heard that some of the members of the House were gone to meet with some of the secluded members and General Monk in the City.  Hence we went to White Hall, thinking to hear more news, where I met with Mr. Hunt, who told me how Monk had sent for all his goods that he had here into the City; and yet again he told me, that some of the members of the House had this day laid in firing into their lodgings at White Hall for a good while, so that we are at a great stand to think what will become of things, whether Monk will stand to the Parliament or no.  Hence Mons. L’Impertinent and I to Harper’s, and there drank a cup or two to the King, and to his fair sister Frances—­[Frances Butler, the great beauty, who is sometimes styled. la belle Boteler.]—­good health, of whom we had much discourse of her not being much the worse for the small pox, which she had this last summer.  So home and to bed.  This day we are invited to my uncle Fenner’s wedding feast, but went not, this being the 27th year.

18th.  A great while at my vial and voice, learning to sing “Fly boy, fly boy,” without book.  So to my office, where little to do.  In the Hall I met with Mr. Eglin and one Looker, a famous gardener, servant to my Lord Salsbury, and among other things the gardener told a strange passage in good earnest . . . .  Home to dinner, and then went to my Lord’s lodgings to my turret there and took away most of my books, and sent them home by my maid.  Thither came Capt.  Holland to me who took me to the Half Moon tavern and Mr. Southorne, Blackburne’s clerk.  Thence he took me to the Mitre in Fleet Street, where we heard (in a room over the music room) very plainly through the ceiling.  Here we parted and I to Mr. Wotton’s, and with him to an alehouse and drank while he told me a great many stories of comedies that he had formerly seen acted, and the names of the principal actors, and gave me a very good account of it.  Thence to Whitehall, where I met with Luellin and in the clerk’s chamber wrote a letter to my Lord.  So home and to bed.  This day two soldiers were hanged in the Strand for their late mutiny at Somerset-house.

19th (Lord’s day).  Early in the morning I set my books that I brought home yesterday up in order in my study.  Thence forth to Mr. Harper’s to drink a draft of purle,—­[Purl is hot beer flavoured with wormwood or other aromatic herbs.  The name is also given to hot beer flavoured with gin, sugar, and ginger.]—­whither by appointment Monsieur L’Impertinent, who did intend too upon