Wednesday 15 July 1668

Up, and all the morning busy at the office to my great content, attending to the settling of papers there that I may have the more rest in winter for my eyes by how much I do the more in the settling of all things in the summer by daylight. At noon home to dinner, where is brought home the espinette I bought the other day of Haward; costs me 5l.. So to St. James’s, where did our ordinary business with the Duke of York. So to Unthanke’s to my wife, and with her and Deb. to visit Mrs. Pierce, whom I do not now so much affect, since she paints. But stayed here a while, and understood from her how my Lady Duchesse of Monmouth is still lame, and likely always to be so, which is a sad chance for a young [lady] to get, only by trying of tricks in dancing. So home, and there Captain Deane come and spent the evening with me, to draw some finishing lines on his fine draught of “The Resolution,” the best ship, by all report, in the world, and so to bed. Wonderful hot all day and night, and this the first night that I remember in my life that ever I could lie with only a sheet and one rug. So much I am now stronger than ever I remember myself, at least since before I had the stone.

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Chris Squire   Link to this

‘affect v. tr. . . 4. trans. a. To be drawn to, have affection or liking for (a person); to take to, be fond of, show preference for; to fancy, like, or love. Now rare.
. . 1652 J. Wadsworth tr. Sandoval Civil Wars Spain 301 The Abbat of Santa Pia‥whom the earl particularly esteemed and effected.
1690 W. Walker Idiomatologia Anglo-Lat. 13, I do not affect you, non amo te.
1765 L. Sterne Life Tristram Shandy VIII. xxxiv. 145 All the world knows, that Mrs. Wadman affects my brother Toby.’ [OED]

Terry Foreman   Link to this

"my Lady Duchesse of Monmouth is still lame, and likely always to be so, which is a sad chance for a young [lady] to get, only by trying of tricks in dancing."

9 May Pepys recorded having been told "that last night the Duchesse of Monmouth, dancing at her lodgings, hath sprained her thigh"
http://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1668/05/09/
It was a disability for the rest of her life. Sad.

Robert Gertz   Link to this

"So much I am now stronger than ever I remember myself, at least since before I had the stone."

"Son..."

"Sir?..." Sam reaches out to touch the late night apparition in his office closet, a white-haired gentleman in rather odd skin-tight outfit. Some sort of strange shimmering leather?

"I have come...To tell you, Michael...Of your destiny..."

"Michael, sir? I think..."

"Please...It was supposed to be your name...We wanted so much more for you, Michael. When we...Your true mother and I...Sent you to Earth from our dying planet...Corleone..."

"Planet...?"

More importantly... "...how much more, sir? And in what way?"

"You must go on to fulfill the destiny of your ancient and honorable family, Michael. Lead the people of Earth to a glorious future using your great powers, now revealed to you."

"Hmmn. Well, I was feeling rather good today..."

Faster than a sharp-eyed coachman in London traffic nailing a fare...More powerful than the new and improved chain guarding Chatham...Able to leap tall bookpresses in a single bound. "Look, up there in the Navy Office! It's far too late to be a man!! It's an owl, it's heat lightning...No! It's..."

"Bess?!...What are you doing up in my office at this hour?"

"More to the point, Sam'l...What are you doing with..."

"Bagwell...Moll Bagwell...My husband Will works for Mr.P, at Deptford." cheerily. "Mr. P asked me to stop by to discuss his career."

"At two am?!"

"I know...But his schedule was packed. He's a superman, your husband..."

"..." Sam, at hyperspeed...Arch grin...

"Oh, Mr. P...!" ecstatic cry... But Bagwell nowhere to be seen...Safely escorted home in a microsecond...

"You were saying, love?" Sam...Even more archly.

Frowning figure of the white-haired gent in the corner... "Michael..." head shake...

Fine, abuse of my powers...For the greater good of marital peace...

"I saw that!" Bess, narrowly. "And it just so happens my father just revealed we came from the dying planet next to yours by way of France."

Uh-oh...

Yet...On the other hand...

"I have a headache." Bess, coolly. "And yes, I read minds. Who the hell was Diana Crisp?"

Chris Squire   Link to this

‘Scott, Anna [Anne], duchess of Monmouth and suo jure duchess of Buccleuch (1651–1732), noblewoman, was born in Dundee on 11 February 1651 . .

The Monmouths had in common only financial extravagance and a particular excellence in dancing, which was unhappily ended in May 1668 when Anna sustained a dislocated hip which lamed her for life. That she had no influence over the malleable ‘Prince Perkin’ was ultimately to her advantage. Her priority following her husband's 1685 rebellion was to protect the interests of her sons and more broadly the Buccleuch inheritance, with which she identified in a manner that echoed the determination and intelligence that had characterized her mother.

Having spent the duration of Monmouth's rebellion in the Tower, and with the injured monarch, James II, predisposed in her favour, she finally secured her husband's confirmation that she had known ‘nothing of his last design’, thereby freeing her sons—and thus the Buccleuch inheritance—from the penalties of attainder. Attainder having forfeited Monmouth's English titles, the Buccleuch honours, now a dukedom, and estates were formally restored to Anna and thence her eldest son, restoring the original entail, on 17 November 1687 . .

. . contemporary commentators remark on wit rather than beauty. In character she was confessedly self-sufficient and reserved.

. . in 1698 . . she retired to Scotland. There she oversaw the lavish rebuilding of Dalkeith Castle and maintained a quasi-regal status, but returned to London upon the Hanoverian succession. She resisted all pressure to relinquish the Buccleuch title in her own lifetime in favour of her son, preferring to be ‘a man in my own family’. She died in London in February 1732, short of her eighty-first birthday, ‘ [DNB]

Chris Squire   Link to this

Re: 'this the first night that I remember in my life that ever I could lie with only a sheet and one rug.'

As OED reveals, he had done the same just a year ago:

‘rug, n.3 . . Etymology: Origin uncertain.
. . 2. a. A thick woollen blanket or wrap, esp. used as bedding or worn when travelling. Also fig.
1591 R. Percyvall Bibliotheca Hispanica Dict. s.v. Alcatifa, A rug for a bed.
. . 1667 S. Pepys Diary 13 July (1974) VIII. 333 Mighty hot weather and I lying this night‥with only a rugg and a sheet upon me.
. . 2007 South Wales Evening Post (Nexis) 15 Mar. 32 You'd see her sitting outside St Mary's Church with a rug over her knees and a collecting box.’ [OED]

Hence;

‘Phrases:
1. snug as a bug in a rug.’

A. De Araujo   Link to this

"Monmouth"
Anything to do with Monmouth County NJ.?

Terry Foreman   Link to this

"Anything to do with Monmouth County NJ.?"

"Monmouth County [NJ] was established in 1675. Its name may come from the Rhode Island Monmouth Society or from a suggestion from Colonel Lewis Morris. He suggested it be named after Monmouthshire in Wales, Great Britain. Other suggestions include that it was named for James Scott, 1st Duke of Monmouth (1649–1685), who had many allies among the East Jersey leadership." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monmouth_County,_N...

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