er,
who, poor lady, continues very ill, and I begin to be afraid of her.
Thence homewards, and meeting Mr. Yong, the upholster, he and I to the
Mitre, and with Mr. Rawlinson sat and drank a quart of sack, and so I to
Sir W. Batten's and there staid and supped, and so home, where I found
an invitation sent my wife and I to my uncle Wight's on Tuesday next to
the chine of beef which I presented them with yesterday. So to prayers
and to bed.

25th. To Westminster Hall in the morning with Captain Lambert, and there
he did at the Dog give me and some other friends of his, his foy, he
being to set sail to-day towards the Streights. Here we had oysters
and good wine. Having this morning met in the Hall with Mr. Sanchy, we
appointed to meet at the play this afternoon. At noon, at the rising of
the House, I met with Sir W. Pen and Major General Massy,

[Major-General Edward Massey (or Massie), son of John Massie, was
captain of one of the foot companies of the Irish Expedition, and
had Oliver Cromwell as his ensign (see Peacock's "Army Lists in
1642," p. 65). He was Governor of Gloucester in its obstinate
defence against the royal forces, 1643; dismissed by the self-
denying ordinance when he entered Charles II's service. He was
taken prisoner at the battle of Worcester, September 3rd, 1651, but
escaped abroad.]

who I find by discourse to be a very ingenious man, and among other
things a great master in the secresys of powder and fireworks, and
another knight to dinner, at the Swan, in the Palace yard, and our meat
brought from the Legg; and after dinner Sir W. Pen and I to the Theatre,
and there saw "The Country Captain," a dull play, and that being done, I
left him with his Torys

[This is a strange use of the word Tory, and an early one also. The
word originally meant bogtrotters or wild Irish, and as Penn was
Governor of Kildare these may have been some of his Irish followers.
The term was not used politically until about 1679.]

and went to the Opera, and saw the last act of "The Bondman," and there
found Mr. Sanchy and Mrs. Mary Archer, sister to the fair Betty, whom
I did admire at Cambridge, and thence took them to the Fleece in Covent
Garden, there to bid good night to Sir W. Pen who staid for me; but Mr.
Sanchy could not by any argument get his lady to trust herself with
him into the tavern, which he was much troubled at, and so we returned
immediate