Sunday 29 September 1661

(Lord’s day). To church in the morning, and so to dinner, and Sir W. Pen and daughter, and Mrs. Poole, his kinswoman, Captain Poole’s wife, came by appointment to dinner with us, and a good dinner we had for them, and were very merry, and so to church again, and then to Sir W. Pen’s and there supped, where his brother, a traveller, and one that speaks Spanish very well, and a merry man, supped with us, and what at dinner and supper I drink I know not how, of my own accord, so much wine, that I was even almost foxed, and my head aked all night; so home and to bed, without prayers, which I never did yet, since I came to the house, of a Sunday night: I being now so out of order that I durst not read prayers, for fear of being perceived by my servants in what case I was. So to bed.

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Bob T   Link to this

I being now so out of order that I durst not read prayers, for fear of being perceived by my servants in what case I was. So to bed.

I like this guy, because who hasn't been there and done that?

daniel   Link to this


Good one, Sam!
pity it is about two hundred years before the developement of aspirin.

Wim van der Meij   Link to this

So much for good intentions about not drinking...
The flesh is weak, Sam. But then, good food, good company et al...

AlanB   Link to this

Almost foxed ..... but not quite! Is this a blood sport?

Given the state in which Sam falls into bed he cannot be writing his journal this night either. And neither is Vincent making any postings.

Pedro.   Link to this

"I drink I know not how, of my own accord"

Wish I'd thought of that excuse!

(Bem Vindo, the nome of Vincente has snuck back in on the 16th!)

Todd Bernhardt   Link to this

re: "I being now so out of order that I durst not read prayers, for fear of being perceived by my servants in what case I was."

This provides an interesting glimpse into the Sunday night routine at the Pepys household ... Sam, as head of said household, apparently leads everyone, even the servants, in Sunday prayers. I had not realized this. With my more-modern view of religion as a personal matter, I'd assumed that this was something he did alone, or perhaps with Elizabeth.

I wonder what excuse he gave to the staff? Maybe Elizabeth had to "call-in sick" for him?

So, if he was too drunk/buzzed to lead the Sunday prayers, I wonder what the definition of "foxed" is? Passed-out/falling-down drunk?

Bullus Hutton   Link to this

I was even almost foxed..
Interesting to note that the last time he admitted to being foxed was April 23 (Coronacion Day, when he was foxed to the point of actually hurling, whilst sharing a bed with the hapless Shepley) and is again contrite; he does't seem to mind being merrily kettled most of the time, but draws the line at being totally potted!

David   Link to this

Webster's uses this very passage to define foxed:

Fox \Fox\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Foxed; p. pr. & vb. n. Foxing.] [See Fox, n., cf. Icel. fox imposture.] 1. To intoxicate; to stupefy with drink.

I drank . . . so much wine that I was almost foxed. --Pepys.

Mary   Link to this

Household prayers.

This was a practice that continued well into the 20th century in some middle and upper class households in the British Isles. All household staff (no matter how few or how many) would be expected to be present for a formal, usually short, reading of prayers together, proceedings being conducted by the head of the household.

Linda Camidge   Link to this

Foxed - polite variant of f***ed? Is this possible? Or do we have to wait for the Victorians to invent suchlike nonsense?

Mary   Link to this


Sorry to disappoint you, but no. This is transitive use of the vb. to fox: to intoxicate, befuddle with drink.

This meaning derives from the red face that can result from an excess of alcohol, hence resembling the colour of the fox's coat.

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