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had in his Youth been bred to Trade, but finding himself not so well turned for Business, he had for several Years last past lived altogether upon a moderate Annuity. MONDAY, Eight-a-Clock. I put on my Cloaths and walked into the Parlour. Nine a-Clock, ditto. Tied my Knee-strings, and washed my Hands. Hours Ten, Eleven and Twelve. Smoaked three Pipes of Virginia. Read the Supplement and Daily Courant. Things go ill in the North. Mr. Nisby's Opinion thereupon. One a-Clock in the Afternoon. Chid Ralph for mislaying my Tobacco-Box. Two a-Clock. Sate down to Dinner. Mem. Too many Plumbs, and no Sewet. From Three to Four. Took my Afternoons Nap. From Four to Six. Walked into the Fields. Wind, S. S. E. From Six to Ten. At the Club. Mr. Nisby's Opinion about the Peace. Ten a-Clock. Went to Bed, slept sound. TUESDAY, BEING HOLIDAY, Eight a-Clock. Rose as usual. Nine a-Clock. Washed Hands and Face, shaved, put on my double-soaled Shoes. Ten, Eleven, Twelve. Took a Walk to Islington. One. Took a Pot of Mother Cobs Mild. Between Two and Three. Return'd, dined on a Knuckle of Veal and Bacon. Mem. Sprouts wanting. Three. Nap as usual. From Four to Six. Coffee-house. Read the News. A Dish of Twist. Grand Vizier strangled. From Six to Ten. At the Club. Mr. Nisby's Account of the Great Turk. Ten. Dream of the Grand Vizier. Broken Sleep. WEDNESDAY, Eight a-Clock. Tongue of my Shooe-Buckle broke. Hands but not Face. Nine. Paid off the Butchers Bill. Mem. To be allowed for the last Leg of Mutton. Ten, Eleven. At the Coffee-house. More Work in the North. Stranger in a black Wigg asked me how Stocks went. From Twelve to One. Walked in the Fields. Wind to the South. From One to Two. Smoaked a Pipe and an half. Two. Dined as usual. Stomach good. Three. Nap broke by the falling of a Pewter Dish. Mem. Cook-maid in Love, and grown careless. From Four to Six. At the Coffee-house. Advice from Smyrna, that the Grand Vizier was first of all strangled, and afterwards beheaded. Six a-Clock in the Evening. Was half an Hour in the Club before any Body else came. Mr. Nisby of Opinion that the Grand Vizier was not strangled the Sixth Instant. Ten at Night. Went to Bed. Slept without waking till Nine next Morning. THURSDAY, Nine a-Clock. Staid within till Two a-Clock for Sir Timothy; who did not brin
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