ffice, and so home to supper and to bed.
This day comes the newes that the Emperour hath beat the Turke;

[This was the battle of St. Gothard, in which the Turks were
defeated with great slaughter by the imperial forces under
Montecuculli, assisted by the confederates from the Rhine, and by
forty troops of French cavalry under Coligni. St. Gothard is in
Hungary, on the river Raab, near the frontier of Styria; it is about
one hundred and twenty miles south of Vienna, and thirty east of
Gratz. The battle took place on the 9th Moharrem, A.H. 1075, or
23rd July, A.D. 1664 (old style), which is that used by Pepys.--B.]

killed the Grand Vizier and several great Bassas, with an army of 80,000
men killed and routed; with some considerable loss of his own side,
having lost three generals, and the French forces all cut off almost.
Which is thought as good a service to the Emperour as beating the Turke
almost, for had they conquered they would have been as troublesome to
him.

[The fact is, the Germans were beaten by the Turks, and the French
won the battle for them.--B.]

10th. Up, and, being ready, abroad to do several small businesses, among
others to find out one to engrave my tables upon my new sliding rule
with silver plates, it being so small that Browne that made it cannot
get one to do it. So I find out Cocker, the famous writing-master, and
get him to do it, and I set an hour by him to see him design it all; and
strange it is to see him with his natural eyes to cut so small at his
first designing it, and read it all over, without any missing, when for
my life I could not, with my best skill, read one word or letter of it;
but it is use. But he says that the best light for his life to do a very
small thing by (contrary to Chaucer's words to the Sun, "that he should
lend his light to them that small seals grave"), it should be by an
artificial light of a candle, set to advantage, as he could do it.
I find the fellow, by his discourse, very ingenuous; and among other
things, a great admirer and well read in all our English poets, and
undertakes to judge of them all, and that not impertinently. Well
pleased with his company and better with his judgement upon my Rule, I
left him and home, whither Mr. Deane by agreement came to me and dined
with me, and by chance Gunner Batters's wife. After dinner Deane and I
[had] great discourse again about my Lord Chancellor's timber,