Saturday 11 May 1667

Up, and being called on by Mr. Commander, he and I out to the ground behind Sir W. Pen’s, where I am resolved to take a lease of some of it for a stable and coach [house], and so to keep a coach, unless some change come before I can do it, for I do see it is a greater charge to me now in hackneys, and I am a little dishonoured by going in them. We spoke with him that hath the letting it, and I do believe when I can tell how much it will be fit for me to have we shall go near to agree. So home, and there found my door open, which makes me very angry with Nell, and do think to put her away for it, though it do so go against me to part with a servant that it troubles me more than anything in the world. So to the office, where all the morning. At noon home to dinner, where Mr. Goodgroome and Creed, and I have great hopes that my wife will come to sing to my mind. After dinner my wife and Creed and I being entered a hackney coach to go to the other end of the town, we espied The. Turner coming in her coach to see us, which we were surprised at, and so ‘light and took her and another young lady home, and there sat and talked with The., she being lately come out of the North after two or three years absence. She is come to put out her sister and brothers to school at Putney. After a little talk, I over Tower Hill with them to a lady’s they go to visit, and so away with my wife, whose being dressed this day in fair hair did make me so mad, that I spoke not one word to her in our going, though I was ready to burst with anger. So to White Hall to the Committee of Tangier, where they were discoursing about laws for the civil government of the place, but so dull and so little to the purpose that I fell to slumber, when the fear of being seen by Sir W. Coventry did trouble me much afterwards, but I hope he did not. After that broke up. Creed and I into the Park, and walked, a most pleasant evening, and so took coach, and took up my wife, and in my way home discovered my trouble to my wife for her white locks,1 swearing by God, several times, which I pray God forgive me for, and bending my fist, that I would not endure it. She, poor wretch,2 was surprized with it, and made me no answer all the way home; but there we parted, and I to the office late, and then home, and without supper to bed, vexed.

  1. Randle Holmes says the ladies wore “false locks set on wyres, to make them stand at a distance from the head,” and accompanies the information with the figure of a lady “with a pair of locks and curls which were in great fashion in 1670” (Planche’s “Cyclopaedia of Costume; Vol. i., p. 248).
  2. A new light is thrown upon this favourite expression of Pepys’s when speaking of his wife by the following quotation from a Midland wordbook: “Wretch, n., often used as an expression of endearment or sympathy. Old Woman to Young Master: ‘An”ow is the missis to-day, door wretch?’ Of a boy going to school a considerable distance off ‘I met ‘im with a bit o’ bread in ‘is bag, door wretch’” (“A Glossary of Words and Phrases used in S.E. Worcestershire,” by Jesse Salisbury. Published by the English Dialect Society, 1894).

11 Annotations

Terry Foreman   Link to this

Arlington to Ormond
Written from: Whitehall
Date: 11 May 1667

The letters from Holland tell only of the arrival of the Ambassadors at a place within three miles of Breda. The French press much the conclusion of the Peace ... The assignations of the money promised for the service of Ireland are still left undetermined
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Ormond to Arlington
Written from: Dublin
Date: 11 May 1667

It seems to be past doubt that the French preparations will fall upon Flanders, but under what ... pretence is not known. Perhaps, that Prince thinks himself above the need of giving the world any reason for his actions ... The Frenchmen mentioned by Lord Arlington, ... were quite out of the writer's memory. ... They may be set at liberty, if anybody in France may be gratified by it.
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St. Alban to Ormond
Written from: Colombe
Date: 11 May 1667

Communicates the proposed 'Itinerary' of the King of France, upon his journey from S. Germain towards the Netherlands. ... Has just received, from M. de Lyonne, the [printed] treatise of the right of the Queen Consort of France [MS: "of this Queen". It was reprinted, afterwards, in England] "to the successions that make the ground ... of the present quarrels, and with it of an epitome, which being of a bulk capable of this kind of conveyance, and containing as much as is material in the larger volume & treatise" is now sent, until the writer shall have opportunity to send the other.

http://www.bodley.ox.ac.uk/dept/scwmss/projects...

Hoping, perhaps, that the Dutch will be distracted by the French advance?

Terry Foreman   Link to this

John Evelyn's Diary

11th May, 1667. To London; dined with the Duke of Newcastle, and sat discoursing with her Grace in her bed-chamber after dinner, till my Lord Marquis of Dorchester, with other company came in, when I went away.

http://bit.ly/9cjrV7

cape henry   Link to this

"...the fear of being seen by Sir W. Coventry did trouble me much afterwards, but I hope he did not."Like everyone reading this, Pepys never snores...

cape henry   Link to this

“false locks set on wyres, to make them stand at a distance from the head,”The equivalent today would be discovering one's wife having had her eyebrow pierced with a large, gold hoop.Not permanent, mind you, but a bit distracting at first no doubt.

cum salis grano   Link to this

Blondes have more fun syndrome, how it is to be oohed but not touched.

Robert Gertz   Link to this

"...so away with my wife, whose being dressed this day in fair hair did make me so mad..."

Of course how Bess felt to one fine day see her husband had shorn his locks and put on an often nitty, false head of hair in order to fit fashion is inconsequential.

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The The (Theophilia T) is back! Likely meaning mom Jane's return to London is not far behind.

Poor John in Yorkshire...

Robert Gertz   Link to this

"Why, The...Is it really you? A grown woman, indeed now."

"Cousin Samuel..." warm beam.

"Mrs. Pepys." curt nod. "False hair? How fashionably French of you. A pity it doesn't set off your skin too well."

Sam, leaning in for kiss...(Social barrier alarm sounding in mind...Do not attempt casual grope. Will piss off cousin Jane.)

"Hello, The (Bitch)." Bess, curter nod. Extending hand.

"What has brought you back to London, The?" Sam, frown at Bess' false locks.

"Mother and Father needed the boys and my sister settled in at Putney school."

"They sent you alone with them?" Bess blinks. "Why, The (Bitch) you're barely..."

"More than adequate for the task, Elisabeth." The, calmly. "My parents had no fears in entrusting me, given my good sense and well-developed intellect. But you were often out and about at fifteen, weren't you? If I recall cousin Samuel's tales of your desperate life on the streets when he took pity on your wretchedness..."

Slight gag on Bess' glaring part...Sam sensing danger attempts deflection...

"Well, it is a joy to see you, The. Will your dear mother be returning to us anytime soon?"

"She hopes to escape the confines of Yorkshire soon, cousin Samuel, if my father will relent on his insistence that she stay. Given her ability to charm, I'd say it's fairly likely she'll be in London soon."

"What joy." Sam nods, eagerly.

Yeah. Bess, coolly. The (Bitch) and its mother in town again, grabbing what little time Sam spares for me...What joy.

And I'll get to make that damned stone dinner again for the woman who wouldn't let me nurse my own husband during his desperate time...And dear The (Bitch).

Not that I'm not grateful his life was spared...Sorry, Lord.

"Yes, it'll be pleasant to be back in London on a regular basis, watching the government steadily collapse. Speaking of which, how goes the fiscal crisis, cousin Samuel? Mother and I have come to the conclusion that the King must accept peace on any terms and will doubtless, to prevent becoming a mere symbol of government under Parliament, have to turn in secret to King Louis."

"Negotiations are proceeding...Which may come as a surprize to some."

"Only to the ignorant or foolish, cousin Samuel. The war was never properly financed and had no clear strategic goal. Defeat was always likely, excepting the possibility Louis might side with us in order to seize Holland."

"Indeed?"

"Not to slight your efforts to improve naval efficiency, of course. Mother and I have been quite impressed by your letters on the subject. I hope we're not boring you with such matters, Elisabeth."

Like to show you one or two things I learned during my wretched existence on the streets, you little...

"Bess has been learning to sing."

"Really? What an ornament to cousin Samuel's entertainments you must be becoming, Elisabeth. Now, if he would properly dress you, I'm sure you'd be very appealing in your way."

"I have a headache, Sam'l. Can we please go home?"

jeannine   Link to this

"and so away with my wife, whose being dressed this day in fair hair did make me so mad, that I spoke not one word to her in our going...."

Excerpt from the Diary of Elizabeth Pepys today,

"today I learned that if I wanted a most enjoyable, totally pleasant ride, without the constant chatter and usual fanfare from my Samuel, that I must be sure to always wear my fair locks..."

Robert Gertz   Link to this

http://books.google.com/books?id=f419oz-NWDgC&p...

Link to Google Books for Planche's "Cyclopaedia of Costume" should one wish to view (actually p249) the wired locks thing.

Sort of the 17th century version of highlights I guess. It seems Bess must have had some reasonable share of spending money since Sam doesn't seem annoyed by costs and it seems a bit too elaborate for her and Jane to have done it at home.
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Heaven...

Halloween next year...

"Mrs. P, wonderful costume." Will Hewer notes. "And you, Mr. P. I just saw 'Bride of Frankenstein'."

"His ego's certainly big enough for the role of the mad,bad doctor." Bess notes. Sam in stride...Mugging for the photographers...

"And you finally found a new use for those wired locks." Hewer, admiringly at the blonde streaks in Bess's piled a'la Elsa Lanchester hair.

"Bess?!"

Smile...

Nix   Link to this

"dined with the Duke of Newcastle, and sat discoursing with her Grace in her bed-chamber after dinner" --

It's a good thing Evelyn was such a serious, pious sort -- just think how much fun he might have had tormenting Samuel with tales of the Newcastle boudoir. This diary might have ended so abruptly!

Robert Gertz   Link to this

Heaven...

"And they do say even to the present day that nice guys finish last. Ha, ha."

"Shut up, John."

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