Sunday 11 October 1668

(Lord’s day’). Up and to church, where I find Parson Mills come to town and preached, and the church full, most people being now come home to town, though the season of year is as good as summer in all respects. At noon dined at home with my wife, all alone, and busy all the afternoon in my closet, making up some papers with W. Hewer and at night comes Mr. Turner and his wife, and there they tell me that Mr. Harper is dead at Deptford, and so now all his and my care is, how to secure his being Storekeeper in his stead; and here they and their daughter, and a kinswoman that come along with them, did sup with me, and pretty merry, and then, they gone, and my wife to read to me, and to bed.

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Michael L  •  Link

Welcome back, Sam! We missed you.

Robert Gertz  •  Link

A nice, pleasant return evening with a bit of domestic felicity...

I wonder how Bess liked dining alone with Sam...



"What does the fellow mean by that? Everyone knows I'm an endless fount of mirth, scintillating conversation, and charming storytelling...Bess?"

"Ahhh...What, Sam'l?"

Robert Gertz  •  Link

So was that "pretty merry" in a jovially charming Dickensian sense? Or more like Harvey Korman's "Monty Slick" in "Mildred Fierce" making "indecency...Pretty decent"?

Max Wainer  •  Link

I just saw this article at the Ars Technica blog and thought it might be of interest to the readers:

"European wars, famine, and plagues driven by changing climate"…

In particular, it discusses the cold period that ended in 1660 and the effects it may have had on society.

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