Wednesday 7 April 1669

Up, and by coach to my cozen Turner’s, and invited them to dine at the Cocke to-day, with my wife and me; and so to the Lords of the Treasury, where all the morning, and settled matters to their liking about the assignments on the Customes, between the Navy Office and Victualler, and to that end spent most of the morning there with D. Gawden, and thence took him to the Cocke, and there left him and my clerk Gibson together evening their reckonings, while I to the New Exchange to talk with Betty, my little sempstress; and so to Mrs. Turner’s, to call them to dinner, but my wife not come, I back again, and was overtaken by a porter, with a message from my wife that she was ill, and could not come to us: so I back again to Mrs. Turner’s, and find them gone; and so back again to the Cocke, and there find Mr. Turner, Betty, and Talbot Pepys, and they dined with myself Sir D. Gawden and Gibson, and mighty merry, this house being famous for good meat, and particularly pease- porridge and after dinner broke up, and they away; and I to the Council- Chamber, and there heard the great complaint of the City, tried against the gentlemen of the Temple, for the late riot, as they would have it, when my Lord Mayor was there. But, upon hearing the whole business, the City was certainly to blame to charge them in this manner as with a riot: but the King and Council did forbear to determine any thing it, till the other business of the title and privilege be decided which is now under dispute at law between them, whether Temple be within the liberty of the City or no. But I, sorry to see the City so ill advised as to complain in a thing where their proofs were so weak. Thence to my cousin Turner’s, and thence with her and her daughters, and her sister Turner, I carrying Betty in my lap, to Talbot’s chamber at the Temple, where, by agreement, the poor rogue had a pretty dish of anchovies and sweetmeats for them; and hither come Mr. Eden, who was in his mistress’s disfavour ever since the other night that he come in thither fuddled, when we were there. But I did make them friends by my buffoonery, and bringing up a way of spelling their names, and making Theophila spell Lamton, which The. would have to be the name of Mr. Eden’s mistress, and mighty merry we were till late, and then I by coach home, and so to bed, my wife being ill of those, but well enough pleased with my being with them. This day I do hear that Betty Turner is to be left at school at Hackney, which I am mightily pleased with; for then I shall, now and then, see her. She is pretty, and a girl for that, and her relations, I love.

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Terry Foreman   Link to this

"the great complaint of the City, tried against the gentlemen of the Temple, for the late riot, as they would have it, when my Lord Mayor was there...; but the King and Council did forbear to determine any thing it, till the other business of the title and privilege be decided which is now under dispute at law between them, whether Temple be within the liberty of the City or no."

For the root of the still-unresolved jurisdictional dispute Pepys reports see Wednesday 3 March 1668/69 http://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1669/03/03/

ONeville   Link to this

Pease pottage, not porridge? Although it will have the consistency of porridge. Lot of to-ing and fro-ing by Sam today, but a good time was had by all (except Bess). She seems to trust him with the Turners, though.

AnnieC   Link to this

"to Talbot’s chamber at the Temple, where, by agreement, the poor rogue had a pretty dish of anchovies and sweetmeats for them"
I'd be glad to know what "the poor rogue" means in modern English.

E.   Link to this

It's been interesting to see post-Cromwell London's restaurant culture evolving. On one hand, of course young Samuel Pepys did not have money for dining out, but on the other, the variety of meals, beverages, snacks, banquets, and meetings he eats not at home or sends out for is not out of line with a modern urbanite's rate of dining-out.

Chris Squire   Link to this

re “the poor rogue” :
‘rogue, n. and adj. Etym:  Origin unknown.
. . 2. a. A dishonest, unprincipled person; a rascal, a scoundrel.
. . 1701   C. Cibber Love makes Man ii. 12   What, will none of my Rogues come near me now? O! Here they are. [Enter several Servants.]
. . 3. A mischievous person, esp. a child; a person whose behaviour one disapproves of but who is nonetheless likeable or attractive. Freq. as a playful term of reproof or reproach or as a term of endearment.
. . 1672   Duke of Buckingham Rehearsal i. 6   It's a pretty little rogue; she is my Mistress. I knew her face would set off Armor extreamly . . ‘ [OED]

AnnieC   Link to this

Thank you, Chris.

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