Monday 16 September 1667

Up, and several come to me, among others Mr. Yeabsly of Plymouth, to discourse about their matters touching Tangier, and by and by Sir H. Cholmly, who was with me a good while; who tells me that the Duke of York’s child is christened, the Duke of Albemarle and the Marquis of Worcester godfathers, and my Lady Suffolke godmother; and they have named it Edgar, which is a brave name. But it seems they are more joyful in the Chancellor’s family, at the birth of this Prince, than in wisdom they should, for fear it should give the King cause of jealousy. Sir H. Cholmly do not seem to think there is any such thing can be in the King’s intention as that of raising the Duke of Monmouth to the Crowne, though he thinks there may possibly be some persons that would, and others that would be glad to have the Queen removed to some monastery, or somewhere or other, to make room for a new wife; for they will all be unsafe under the Duke of York. He says the King and Parliament will agree; that is, that the King will do any thing that they will have him. We together to the Exchequer about our Tangier orders, and so parted at the New Exchange, where I staid reading Mrs. Phillips’s poems till my wife and Mercer called me to Mrs. Pierces, by invitation to dinner, where I find her painted, which makes me loathe her, and the nastiest poor dinner that made me sick, only here I met with a Fourth Advice to the Painter upon the coming in of the Dutch to the River and end of the war, that made my heart ake to read, it being too sharp, and so true. Here I also saw a printed account of the examinations taken, touching the burning of the City of London, shewing the plot of the Papists therein; which, it seems, hath been ordered and to have been burnt by the hands of the hangman, in Westminster Palace. I will try to get one of them. After dinner she showed us her closet, which is pretty, with her James’s picture done by Hales, but with a mighty bad hand, which is his great fault that he do do negligently, and the drapery also not very good. Being tired of being here, and sick of their damned sluttish dinner, my wife and Mercer and I away to the King’s play-house, to see the “Scornfull Lady;” but it being now three o’clock there was not one soul in the pit; whereupon, for shame, we would not go in, but, against our wills, went all to see “Tu Quoque” again, where there is a pretty store of company, and going with a prejudice the play appeared better to us. Here we saw Madam Morland, who is grown mighty fat, but is very comely. But one of the best arts of our sport was a mighty pretty lady that sat behind, that did laugh so heartily and constantly, that it did me good to hear her. Thence to the King’s house, upon a wager of mine with my wife, that there would be no acting there today, there being no company: so I went in and found a pretty good company there, and saw their dance at the end of he play, and so to the coach again, and to the Cock ale house, and there drank in our coach, and so home, and my wife read to me as last night, and so to bed vexed with our dinner to-day, and myself more with being convinced that Mrs. Pierce paints, so that henceforth to be sure I shall loathe her.

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Robert Gertz  •  Link

Betty Pierce's dark secret exposed...

If you were eternally pregnant, Sam, you might well "paint" yourself.

Sweet that she keeps a picture of James in her closet. And rather interesting that "closets" for women seem quite common among what I guess pass for upper middle class types of the time.

lisa schamess  •  Link

...i'm thinking, why would the man begrudge a woman her hobby?

then the light dawns.

ahhhh! she's a made-up strumpet! SP does have his standards...

cum salis grano  •  Link

standards : one for you and one for me.

ONeville  •  Link

The Painted Lady. Is Sam does set standards for his wife and is perhaps concerned that Elizabeth may want to espouse this particular art?

Robert Gertz  •  Link

"...upon a wager of mine with my wife..."

I'd fear demon gamble more than demon paint, Sam.

Terry Foreman  •  Link

inquisition taken at Earls Colne 30.7.19Chas2 before Thos Talcott coroner upon the view of the body of Jn Warren the jurors say that Wm Busbye of Earls Colne tailor 19.7. there assaulted Warren by throwing him into a tub of scalding wort where he was very much scalded by the ale therein on the belly loins and back of which he died on 21.7. indicted anew indictment as above pleads not guilty guilty of homicide read branded witnesses Jn Quilter Hen Burdocke Mary Norden Mary Pearetree Rich Caplyn junior Grace Haxall Thos Talcott

Terry Foreman  •  Link

Wort, pronounced /ˈwɜrt/, is the liquid extracted from the mashing process during the brewing of beer or whisky. Wort contains the sugars that will be fermented by the brewing yeast to produce alcohol.

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