Correspondence

To Whitehall, and there finding Mons. Eschar to be gone, I sent my letters by a porter to the posthouse in Southwark to be sent by despatch to the Downs. So to dinner to my Lord Crew’s by coach, and in my way had a stop of above an hour and a half, which is a great trouble this Parliament time, but it cannot be helped. However I got thither before my Lord come from the House, and so dined with him, and dinner done, home to the office, and there sat late and so home.

White and char
go letters in war
to stop time.
But we dine
on ice.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 10 December 1661.

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