Diary, 1661 N.S. Complete | Page 8

where I found a Frenchman, a lodger of hers, at dinner,
and just as I came in was kissing my wife, which I did not like, though
there could not be any hurt in it. Thence by coach to my Uncle Wight's
with my wife, but they being out of doors we went home, where, after I
had put some papers in order and entered some letters in my book
which I have a mind to keep, I went with my wife to see Sir W. Pen,
who we found ill still, but he do make very much of it. Here we sat a
great while, at last comes in Mr. Davis and his lady (who takes it very

ill that my wife never did go to see her), and so we fell to talk. Among
other things Mr. Davis told us the particular examinations of these
Fanatiques that are taken: and in short it is this, of all these Fanatiques
that have done all this, viz., routed all the Trainbands that they met with,
put the King's life- guards to the run, killed about twenty men, broke
through the City gates twice; and all this in the day-time, when all the
City was in arms; are not in all about 31. Whereas we did believe them
(because they were seen up and down in every place almost in the City,
and had been about Highgate two or three days, and in several other
places) to be at least 500. A thing that never was heard of, that so few
men should dare and do so much mischief. Their word was, "The King
Jesus, and the heads upon the gates." Few of them would receive any
quarter, but such as were taken by force and kept alive; expecting Jesus
to come here and reign in the world presently, and will not believe yet
but their work will be carried on though they do die. The King this day
came to town.
11th. Office day. This day comes news, by letters from Portsmouth,
that the Princess Henrietta is fallen sick of the meazles on board the
London, after the Queen and she was under sail. And so was forced to
come back again into Portsmouth harbour; and in their way, by
negligence of the pilot, run upon the Horse sand. The Queen and she
continue aboard, and do not intend to come on shore till she sees what
will become of the young Princess. This news do make people think
something indeed, that three of the Royal Family should fall sick of the
same disease, one after another. This morning likewise, we had order to
see guards set in all the King's yards; and so we do appoint who and
who should go to them. Sir Wm. Batten to Chatham, Colonel Slingsby
and I to Deptford and Woolwich. Portsmouth being a garrison, needs
none. Dined at home, discontented that my wife do not go neater now
she has two maids. After dinner comes in Kate Sterpin (whom we had
not seen a great while) and her husband to see us, with whom I staid a
while, and then to the office, and left them with my wife. At night
walked to Paul's Churchyard, and bespoke some books against next
week, and from thence to the Coffeehouse, where I met Captain
Morrice, the upholster, who would fain have lent me a horse to-night to
have rid with him upon the Cityguards, with the Lord Mayor, there
being some new expectations of these rogues; but I refused by reason

of my going out of town tomorrow. So home to bed.
12th. With Colonel Slingsby and a friend of his, Major Waters (a deaf
and most amorous melancholy gentleman, who is under a despayr in
love, as the Colonel told me, which makes him bad company, though a
most good- natured man), by water to Redriffe, and so on foot to
Deptford (our servants by water), where we fell to choosing four
captains to command the guards, and choosing the places where to keep
them, and other things in order thereunto. We dined at the Globe,
having our messenger with us to take care for us. Never till now did I
see the great authority of my place, all the captains of the fleet coming
cap in hand to us. Having staid very late there talking with the Colonel,
I went home with Mr. Davis, storekeeper (whose wife is ill and so I
could not see her), and was there most prince-like lodged, with so much
respect and honour that I was at a loss how to behave myself.
13th. In the morning we all went to church, and sat in the pew
belonging to us, where a cold sermon of a young man that never