or no I cannot tell; for
it is to oblige me to him in the business of the Tangier victualling,
wherein I doubt I shall not; but glad I am to see that I shall be sure
to get something on one side or other, have it which will: so, with a
merry heart, I looked upon them, and locked them up. After dinner to
[give] my Lord Chancellor a good account of his business, and he is very
well pleased therewith, and carries himself with great discretion to me,
without seeming over glad or beholding to me; and yet I know that he do
think himself very well served by me. Thence to Westminster and to Mrs.
Lane's lodgings, to give her joy, and there suffered me to deal with
her as I hoped to do, and by and by her husband comes, a sorry, simple
fellow, and his letter to her which she proudly showed me a simple,
nonsensical thing. A man of no discourse, and I fear married her to make
a prize of, which he is mistaken in, and a sad wife I believe she will
prove to him, for she urged me to appoint a time as soon as he is gone
out of town to give her a meeting next week. So by water with a couple
of cozens of Mrs. Lane's, and set them down at Queenhive, and I through
Bridge home, and there late at business, and so home to supper and to
bed.

22nd. Up and to my office, where busy all the morning. At noon to the
'Change, and so home to dinner, and then down by water to Deptford,
where coming too soon, I spent an houre in looking round the yarde, and
putting Mr. Shish

[Jonas Shish, master-shipwright at Deptford. There are several
papers of his among the State Papers. "I was at the funeral of old
Mr. Shish, Master Shipwright of His Majesty's Yard here, an honest
and remarkable man, and his death a public loss, for his excellent
success in building ships (though altogether illiterate) and for
bringing up so many of his children to be able artists. I held up
the pall with three knights who did him that honour, and he was
worthy of it. It was the custom of this good man to rise in the
night and pray, kneeling in his own coffin, which he had lying by
him for many years. He was born that famous year, the Gunpowder-
plot, 1605" (Evelyn's "Diary," May 13th, 1680).]

to measure a piece or two of timber, which he did most cruelly wrong,
and to the King's losse 12 or 13s. in a piece of 28 feet in contents.
Thence to the Clerke of the Cheques, from whose house Mr. Falconer was
buried to-day; Sir