In the morning I had letters come, that told me among other things, that my Lord’s place of Clerk of the Signet was fallen to him, which he did most lovingly tell me that I should execute, in case he could not get a better employment for me at the end of the year. Because he thought that the Duke of York would command all, but he hoped that the Duke would not remove me but to my advantage.
I had a great deal of talk about my uncle Robert, and he told me that he could not tell how his mind stood as to his estate, but he would do all that lay in his power for me.
After dinner came Mr. Cooke from London, who told me that my wife he left well at Huntsmore, though her health not altogether so constant as it used to be, which my heart is troubled for. Mr. Moore’s letters tell me that he thinks my Lord will be suddenly sent for up to London, and so I got myself in readiness to go.
My letters tell me:
That Mr. Calamy had preached before the King in a surplice (this I heard afterwards to be false).
That my Lord, Gen. Monk, and three more Lords, are made Commissioners for the Treasury.
That my Lord had some great place conferred on him, and they say Master of the Wardrobe.
That the two Dukes do haunt the Park much, and that they were at a play, Madam Epicene, the other day.
That Sir. Ant. Cooper, Mr. Hollis, and Mr. Annesly, late President of the Council of State, are made Privy Councillors to the King.
At night very busy sending Mr. Donne away to London, and wrote to my father for a coat to be made me against I come to London, which I think will not be long.
At night Mr. Edward Montagu came on board and staid long up with my Lord. I to bed and […]
fallen in the hunt
my heart bled ink
in readiness to be false
and haunt my coat
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 6 June 1660.