loyment, they [the
city apprentices] threw at him old shoes, and slippers, and
turniptops, and brick-bats, stones, and tiles." . . . "At this
time [January, 1659-60] there came forth, almost every day, jeering
books: one was called 'Colonel Hewson's Confession; or, a Parley
with Pluto,' about his going into London, and taking down the gates
of Temple-Bar." He had but one eye, which did not escape the notice
of his enemies.--B.]

hung upon it in the middle of the street. I called at Paul's Churchyard,
where I bought Buxtorf's Hebrew Grammar; and read a declaration of the
gentlemen of Northampton which came out this afternoon. Thence to my
father's, where I staid with my mother a while and then to Mr. Crew's
about a picture to be sent into the country, of Mr. Thomas Crew, to my
Lord. So [to] my Lady Wright to speak with her, but she was abroad, so
Mr. Evans, her butler, had me into his buttery, and gave me sack and a
lesson on his lute, which he played very well. Thence I went to my Lord's
and got most things ready against tomorrow, as fires and laying the cloth,
and my wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pullets till eleven
o'clock. This evening Mr. Downing sent for me, and gave me order to go to
Mr. Jessop for his papers concerning his dispatch to Holland which were
not ready, only his order for a ship to transport him he gave me. To my
Lord's again and so home with my wife, tired with this day's work.

26th. To my office for L20 to carry to Mr. Downing, which I did and back
again. Then came Mr. Frost to pay Mr. Downing his L500, and I went to him
for the warrant and brought it Mr. Frost. Called for some papers at
Whitehall for Mr. Downing, one of which was an Order of the Council for
L1800 per annum, to be paid monthly; and the other two, Orders to the
Commissioners of Customs, to let his goods pass free. Home from my office
to my Lord's lodgings where my wife had got ready a very fine dinner--viz.
a dish of marrow bones; a leg of mutton; a loin of veal; a dish of fowl,
three pullets, and two dozen of larks all in a dish; a great tart, a
neat's tongue, a dish of anchovies; a dish of prawns and cheese. My
company was my father, my uncle Fenner, his two sons, Mr. Pierce, and all
their wives, and my brother Tom. We were as merry as I could frame myself
to be in the company, W. Joyce talking after the old rate and drinking
hard, vexed his father and mother and