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[Thomas Elborough was one of Pepys’s schoolfellows, and afterwards

curate of St. Lawrence Poultney.]

and Mr. Butler, who complimented much after the same manner as the parson did. After that towards my Lord’s at Mr. Crew’s, but was met with by a servant of my Lady Pickering, who took me to her and she told me the story of her husband’s case and desired my assistance with my Lord, and did give me, wrapped up in paper, £5 in silver. After that to my Lord’s, and with him to Whitehall and my Lady Pickering. My Lord went at night with the King to Baynard’s Castle’ to supper, and I home to my father’s to bed. My wife and the girl and dog came home to-day. When I came home I found a quantity of chocolate left for me, I know not from whom. We hear of W. Howe being sick to-day, but he was well at night.

20th. Up by 4 in the morning to write letters to sea and a commission for him that Murford solicited for. Called on by Captain Sparling, who did give me my Dutch money again, and so much as he had changed into English money, by which my mind was eased of a great deal of trouble. Some other sea captains. I did give them a good morning draught, and so to my Lord (who lay long in bed this day, because he came home late from supper with the King). With my Lord to the Parliament House, and, after that, with him to General Monk’s, where he dined at the Cock-pit. I home and dined with my wife, now making all things ready there again. Thence to my Lady Pickering, who did give me the best intelligence about the Wardrobe. Afterwards to the Cockpit to my Lord with Mr. Townsend, one formerly and now again to be employed as Deputy of the Wardrobe. Thence to the Admiralty, and despatched away Mr. Cooke to sea; whose business was a letter from my Lord about Mr. G. Montagu to be chosen as a Parliament-man in my Lord’s room at Dover;’ and another to the Vice-Admiral to give my Lord a constant account of all things in the fleet, merely that he may thereby keep up his power there; another letter to Captn. Cuttance to send the barge that brought the King on shore, to Hinchingbroke by Lynne. To my own house, meeting G. Vines, and drank with him at Charing Cross, now the King’s Head Tavern. With my wife to my father’s, where met with Swan—[William Swan is called a fanatic and a very rogue in other parts of the Diary.]—an old hypocrite, and with him, his friend and my father, and my cozen Scott to the Bear Tavern. To my father’s and to bed.

21st. To my Lord, much business. With him to the Council Chamber, where he was sworn; and the charge of his being admitted Privy Counsellor is £26. To the Dog Tavern at Westminster, where Murford with Captain Curle and two friends of theirs went to drink. Captain Curle, late of the Maria, gave me five pieces in gold and a silver can for my wife for the Commission I did give him this day for his ship, dated April 20, 1660 last. Thence to the Parliament door and came to Mr. Crew’s to dinner with my Lord, and with my Lord to see the great Wardrobe, where Mr. Townsend brought us to the governor of some poor children in tawny clothes; who had been maintained there these eleven years, which put my Lord to a stand how to dispose of them, that he may have the house for his use. The children did sing finely, and my Lord did bid me give them five pieces in gold at his going away. Thence back to White Hall, where, the King being gone abroad, my Lord and I walked a great while discoursing of the simplicity of the Protector, in his losing all that his father had left him. My Lord told me, that the last words that he parted with the Protector with (when he went to the Sound), were, that he should rejoice more to see him in his grave at his return home, than that he should give way to such things as were then in hatching, and afterwards did ruin him: and the Protector said, that whatever G. Montagu, my Lord Broghill, Jones, and the Secretary, would have him to do, he would do it, be it what it would. Thence to my wife, meeting Mr. Blagrave, who went home with me, and did give me a lesson upon the flageolet, and handselled my silver can with my wife and me. To my father’s, where Sir Thomas Honeywood and his family were come of a sudden, and so we forced to lie all together in a little chamber, three stories high.

22d. To my Lord, where much business. With him to White Hall, where the Duke of York not being up, we walked a good while in the Shield Gallery. Mr. Hill (who for these two or three days hath constantly attended my Lord) told me of an offer of £500 for a Baronet’s dignity, which I told my Lord of in the balcone in this gallery, and he said he would think of it. I to my Lord’s and gave order for horses to be got to draw my Lord’s great coach to Mr. Crew’s. Mr. Morrice the upholsterer came himself to-day to take notice what furniture we lack for our lodgings at Whitehall. My dear friend Mr. Fuller of Twickenham and I dined alone at the Sun Tavern, where he told me how he had the grant of being Dean of St. Patrick’s, in Ireland; and I told him my condition, and both rejoiced one for another. Thence to my Lord’s, and had the great coach to Brigham’s, who went with me to the Half Moon, and gave me a can of good julep, and told me how my Lady Monk deals with him and others for their places, asking him £500, though he was formerly the King’s coach-maker, and sworn to it. My Lord abroad, and I to my house and set things in a little order there. So with Mr. Moore to my father’s, I staying with Mrs. Turner who stood at her door as I passed. Among other things she told me for certain how my old Lady Middlesex——herself the other day in the presence of the King, and people took notice of it. Thence called at my father’s, and so to Mr. Crew’s, where Mr. Hetley had sent a letter for me, and two pair of silk stockings, one for W. Howe, and the other for me. To Sir H. Wright’s to my Lord, where he, was, and took direction about business, and so by link home about 11 o’clock. To bed, the first time since my coming from sea, in my own house, for which God be praised.

23d. By water with Mr. Hill towards my Lord’s lodging and so to my Lord. With him to Whitehall, where I left him and went to Mr. Holmes to deliver him the horse of Dixwell’s that had staid there fourteen days at the Bell. So to my Lord’s lodgings, where Tom Guy came to me, and there staid to see the King touch people for the King’s evil. But he did not come at all, it rayned so; and the poor people were forced to stand all the morning in the rain in the garden. Afterward he touched them in the Banquetting-house.

[This ceremony is usually traced to Edward the Confessor, but there

is no direct evidence of the early Norman kings having touched for

the evil. Sir John Fortescue, in his defence of the House of

Lancaster against that of York, argued that the crown could not

descend to a female, because the Queen is not qualified by the form

of anointing her, used at the coronation, to cure the disease called

the King’s evil. Burn asserts, “History of Parish Registers,” 1862,

p. 179, that “between 1660 and 1682, 92,107 persons were touched for

the evil.” Everyone coming to the court for that purpose, brought a

certificate signed by the minister and churchwardens, that he had

not at any time been touched by His Majesty. The practice was

supposed to have expired with the Stuarts, but the point being

disputed, reference was made to the library of the Duke of Sussex,

and four several Oxford editions of the Book of Common Prayer were

found, all printed after the accession of the house of Hanover, and

all containing, as an integral part of the service, “The Office for

the Healing.” The stamp of gold with which the King crossed the

sore of the sick person was called an angel, and of the value of ten

shillings. It had a hole bored through it, through which a ribbon

was drawn, and the angel was hanged about the patient’s neck till

the cure was perfected. The stamp has the impression of St. Michael

the Archangel on one side, and a ship in full sail on the other.

“My Lord Anglesey had a daughter cured of the King’s evil with three

others on Tuesday.”—MS. Letter of William Greenhill to Lady Bacon,

dated December 31st, 1629, preserved at Audley End. Charles II.

“touched” before he came to the throne. “It is certain that the

King hath very often touched the sick, as well at Breda, where he

touched 260 from Saturday the 17 of April to Sunday the 23 of May,

as at Bruges and Bruxels, during the residence he made there; and

the English assure … it was not without success, since it was

the experience that drew thither every day, a great number of those

diseased even from the most remote provinces of Germany.”—Sir

William Lower’s Relation of the Voiage and Residence which Charles

the II. hath made in Holland, Hague, 1660, p. 78. Sir William Lower

gives a long account of the touching for the evil by Charles before

the Restoration.]

With my Lord, to my Lord Frezendorfe’s, where he dined to-day. Where he told me that he had obtained a promise of the Clerk of the Acts place for me, at which I was glad. Met with Mr. Chetwind, and dined with him at Hargrave’s, the Cornchandler, in St. Martin’s Lane, where a good dinner, where he showed me some good pictures, and an instrument he called an Angelique.

[An angelique is described as a species of guitar in Murray’s “New

English Dictionary,” and this passage from the Diary is given as a

quotation. The word appears as angelot in Phillips’s “English

Dictionary” (1678), and is used in Browning’s “Sordello,” as a

“plaything of page or girl.”]

With him to London, changing all my Dutch money at Backwell’s

[Alderman Edward Backwell, an eminent banker and goldsmith, who is

frequently mentioned in the Diary. His shop was in Lombard Street.

He was ruined by the closing of the Exchequer by Charles II. in

1672. The crown then owed him £295,994 16s. 6d., in lieu of which

the King gave him an annuity of £17,759 13s. 8d. Backwell retired

into Holland after the closing of the Exchequer, and died there in

1679. See Hilton Price’s “Handbook of London Bankers,” 1876.]

for English, and then to Cardinal’s Cap, where he and the City Remembrancer who paid for all. Back to Westminster, where my Lord was, and discoursed with him awhile about his family affairs. So he went away, I home and wrote letters into the country, and to bed.

24th. Sunday. Drank my morning draft at Harper’s, and bought a pair of gloves there. So to Mr. G. Montagu, and told him what I had received from Dover, about his business likely to be chosen there. So home and thence with my wife towards my father’s. She went thither, I to Mr. Crew’s, where I dined and my Lord at my Lord Montagu of Boughton in Little Queen Street. In the afternoon to Mr. Mossum’s with Mr. Moore, and we sat in Mr. Butler’s pew. Then to Whitehall looking for my Lord but in vain, and back again to Mr. Crew’s where I found him and did give him letters. Among others some simple ones from our Lieutenant, Lieut. Lambert to him and myself, which made Mr. Crew and us all laugh. I went to my father’s to tell him that I would not come to supper, and so after my business done at Mr. Crew’s I went home and my wife within a little while after me, my mind all this while full of thoughts for my place of Clerk of the Acts.

25th. With my Lord at White Hall, all the morning. I spoke with Mr. Coventry about my business, who promised me all the assistance I could expect. Dined with young Mr. Powell, lately come from the Sound, being amused at our great changes here, and Mr. Southerne, now Clerk to Mr. Coventry, at the Leg in King-street. Thence to the Admiralty, where I met with Mr. Turner

[Thomas Turner (or Tourner) was General Clerk at the Navy Office,

and on June 30th he offered Pepys £150 to be made joint Clerk of the

Acts with him. In a list of the Admiralty officers just before the

King came in, preserved in the British Museum, there occur, Richard

Hutchinson; Treasury of the Navy, salary £1500; Thomas Tourner,

General Clerk, for himself and clerk, £100.]

of the Navy-office, who did look after the place of Clerk of the Acts. He was very civil to me, and I to him, and shall be so. There came a letter from my Lady Monk to my Lord about it this evening, but he refused to come to her, but meeting in White Hall, with Sir Thomas Clarges, her brother, my Lord returned answer, that he could not desist in my business; and that he believed that General Monk would take it ill if my Lord should name the officers in his army; and therefore he desired to have the naming of one officer in the fleet. With my Lord by coach to Mr. Crew’s, and very merry by the way, discoursing of the late changes and his good fortune. Thence home, and then with my wife to Dorset House, to deliver a list of the names of the justices of the peace for Huntingdonshire. By coach, taking Mr. Fox part of the way with me, that was with us with the King on board the Nazeby, who I found to have married Mrs. Whittle, that lived at Mr. Geer’s so long. A very civil gentleman. At Dorset House I met with Mr. Kipps, my old friend, with whom the world is well changed, he being now sealbearer to the Lord Chancellor, at which my wife and I are well pleased, he being a very good natured man. Home and late writing letters. Then to my Lord’s lodging, this being the first night of his coming to Whitehall to lie since his coming from sea.

26th. My Lord dined at his lodgings all alone to-day. I went to Secretary Nicholas

[Sir Edward Nicholas, Secretary of State to Charles I. and II.

He was dismissed from his office through the intrigues of Lady

Castlemaine in 1663. He died 1669, aged seventy-seven.]

to carry him my Lord’s resolutions about his title, which he had chosen, and that is Portsmouth.

[Montagu changed his mind, and ultimately took his title from the

town of Sandwich, leaving that of Portsmouth for the use of a King’s

mistress.]

I met with Mr. Throgmorton, a merchant, who went with me to the old Three Tuns, at Charing Cross, who did give me five pieces of gold for to do him a small piece of service about a convoy to Bilbo, which I did. In the afternoon, one Mr. Watts came to me, a merchant, to offer me £500 if I would desist from the Clerk of the Acts place. I pray God direct me in what I do herein. Went to my house, where I found my father, and carried him and my wife to Whitefriars, and myself to Puddlewharf, to the Wardrobe, to Mr. Townsend, who went with me to Backwell, the goldsmith’s, and there we chose £100 worth of plate for my Lord to give Secretary Nicholas. Back and staid at my father’s, and so home to bed.

27th. With my Lord to the Duke, where he spoke to Mr. Coventry to despatch my business of the Acts, in which place every body gives me joy, as if I were in it, which God send.

[The letters patent, dated July 13th, 12 Charles II., recite and

revoke letters patent of February 16th, 14 Charles I., whereby the

office of Clerk of the Ships had been given to Dennis Fleming and

Thomas Barlow, or the survivor. D. F. was then dead, but T. B.

living, and Samuel Pepys was appointed in his room, at a salary of

£33 6s. 8d. per annum, with 3s. 4d. for each day employed in

travelling, and £6 per annum for boathire, and all fees due. This

salary was only the ancient “fee out of the Exchequer,” which had

been attached to the office for more than a century. Pepys’s salary

had been previously fixed at £350 a year.]

Dined with my Lord and all the officers of his regiment, who invited my Lord and his friends, as many as he would bring, to dinner, at the Swan, at Dowgate, a poor house and ill dressed, but very good fish and plenty. Here Mr. Symons, the Surgeon, told me how he was likely to lose his estate that he had bought, at which I was not a little pleased. To Westminster, and with Mr. Howe by coach to the Speaker’s, where my Lord supped with the King, but I could not get in. So back again, and after a song or two in my chamber in the dark, which do (now that the bed is out) sound very well, I went home and to bed.

28th. My brother Tom came to me with patterns to choose for a suit. I paid him all to this day, and did give him £10 upon account. To Mr. Coventry, who told me that he would do me all right in my business. To Sir G. Downing, the first visit I have made him since he came. He is so stingy a fellow I care not to see him; I quite cleared myself of his office, and did give him liberty to take any body in. Hawly and he are parted too, he is going to serve Sir Thos. Ingram. I went also this morning to see Mrs. Pierce, the chirurgeon‘s wife]. I found her in bed in her house in Margaret churchyard. Her husband returned to sea. I did invite her to go to dinner with me and my wife to-day. After all this to my Lord, who lay a-bed till eleven o’clock, it being almost five before he went to bed, they supped so late last night with the King. This morning I saw poor Bishop Wren

[Matthew Wren, born 1585, successively Bishop of Hereford, Norwich,

and Ely. At the commencement of the Rebellion he was sent to the

Tower, and remained a prisoner there eighteen years. Died April

24th, 1667.]

going to Chappel, it being a thanksgiving-day

[“A Proclamation for setting apart a day of Solemn and Publick

Thanksgiving throughout the whole Kingdom,” dated June 5th, 1660.]

for the King’s return. After my Lord was awake, I went up to him to the Nursery, where he do lie, and, having talked with him a little, I took leave and carried my wife and Mrs. Pierce to Clothworkers’-Hall, to dinner, where Mr. Pierce, the Purser, met us. We were invited by Mr. Chaplin, the Victualler, where Nich. Osborne was. Our entertainment very good, a brave hall, good company, and very good music. Where among other things I was pleased that I could find out a man by his voice, whom I had never seen before, to be one that sang behind the curtaine formerly at Sir W. Davenant’s opera. Here Dr. Gauden and Mr. Gauden the victualler dined with us. After dinner to Mr. Rawlinson’s,

[Daniel Rawlinson kept the Mitre in Fenchurch Street, and there is a

farthing token of his extant, “At the Mitetr in Fenchurch Streete,

D. M. R.” The initials stand for Daniel and Margaret Rawlinson (see

“Boyne’s Trade Tokens,” ed. Williamson, vol. i., 1889, p. 595) In

“Reliquiae Hearnianae” (ed. Bliss, 1869, vol. ii. p. 39) is the

following extract from Thomas Rawlinson’s Note Book R.: “Of Daniel

Rawlinson, my grandfather, who kept the Mitre tavern in Fenchurch

Street, and of whose being sequestred in the Rump time I have heard

much, the Whiggs tell this, that upon the king’s murder he hung his

signe in mourning. He certainly judged right. The honour of the

Mitre was much eclipsed through the loss of so good a parent of the

church of England. These rogues say, this endeared him so much to

the churchmen that he soon throve amain and got a good estate.”

Mrs. Rawlinson died of the plague (see August 9th, 1666), and the

house was burnt in the Great Fire. Mr. Rawlinson rebuilt the Mitre,

and he had the panels of the great room painted with allegorical

figures by Isaac Fuller. Daniel was father of Sir Thomas Rawlinson,

of whom Thomas Hearne writes (October 1st, 1705): “Sir Thomas

Rawlinson is chosen Lord Mayor of London for ye ensueing

notwithstanding the great opposition of ye Whigg party” (Hearne’s

“Collections,” ed. Doble, 1885, vol. i. p. 51). The well-known

antiquaries, Thomas and Richard Rawlinson, sons of Sir Thomas, were

therefore grandsons of Daniel.]

to see him and his wife, and would have gone to my Aunt Wight, but that her only child, a daughter, died last night. Home and to my Lord, who supped within, and Mr. E. Montagu, Mr. Thos. Crew, and others with him sat up late. I home and to bed.

29th. This day or two my maid Jane—[Jane Wayneman.]—has been lame, that we cannot tell what to do for want of her. Up and to White Hall, where I got my warrant from the Duke to be Clerk of the Acts. Also I got my Lord’s warrant from the Secretary for his honour of Earle of Portsmouth, and Viscount Montagu of Hinchingbroke. So to my Lord, to give him an account of what I had done. Then to Sir Geffery Palmer, to give them to him to have bills drawn upon them, who told me that my Lord must have some good Latinist to make the preamble to his Patent, which must express his late service in the best terms that he can, and he told me in what high flaunting terms Sir J. Greenville had caused his to be done, which he do not like; but that Sir Richard Fanshawe had done General Monk’s very well. Back to Westminster, and meeting Mr. Townsend in the Palace, he and I and another or two went and dined at the Leg there. Then to White Hall, where I was told by Mr. Hutchinson at the Admiralty, that Mr. Barlow, my predecessor, Clerk of the Acts, is yet alive, and coming up to town to look after his place, which made my heart sad a little. At night told my Lord thereof, and he bade me get possession of my Patent; and he would do all that could be done to keep him out. This night my Lord and I looked over the list of the Captains,. and marked some that my Lord had a mind to have put out. Home and to bed. Our wench very lame, abed these two days.

30th. By times to Sir R. Fanshawe to draw up the preamble to my Lord’s Patent. So to my Lord, and with him to White Hall, where I saw a great many fine antique heads of marble, that my Lord Northumberland had given the King. Here meeting with Mr. De Cretz, he looked over many of the pieces, in the gallery with me and told me [by] whose hands they were, with great pleasure. Dined at home and Mr. Hawly with me upon six of my pigeons, which my wife has resolved to kill here. This day came Will,

[William Wayneman was constantly getting into trouble, and Pepys had

to cane him. He was dismissed on July 7th, 1663.]

my boy, to me; the wench continuing lame, so that my wife could not be longer without somebody to help her. In the afternoon with Sir Edward Walker, at his lodgings by St. Giles Church, for my Lord’s pedigree, and carried it to Sir R. Fanshawe. To Mr. Crew’s, and there took money and paid Mrs. Anne, Mrs. Jemima’s maid, off quite, and so she went away and another came to her. To White Hall with Mr. Moore, where I met with a letter from Mr. Turner, offering me £150 to be joined with me in my patent, and to advise me how to improve the advantage of my place, and to keep off Barlow. To my Lord’s till late at night, and so home.