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1 August, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, waking in my own bed again, but slept ill, with more ugly dreams to unsettle me, and I did read accounts that many have them, the same, since our lifes turned around by the plague, though none can tell their meaning, whether it be a distortion of the past or a premonition of the future, or whether it be a fear of death. The feel of my house strange, and lacking comfort, for Mr. Walker hath still not returned my clocks, and it is as if a heartbeat within the walls is missing. This morning Mr. M. Jones reported a bad cough, and all day with it, and in general feeling below pah.

 

2 August, in the year of our Lord 2022

After breakfast the Messenger from Mr. Jones that he hath performed upon himself a test for the Covey, and both little lines pink, which did give him confirmation of it, so he stayed at home all day.

 

3 August, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up betimes, and at a half-past eight a-clock with my coach at the Repair Shopp by the Junction, and there met with Graham, a fellow of much cheer, who tells me that Paul, his dint man, would come and, if able, undint the roof, though it would mean taking down the inside to do it, and it depend if there were a strutt there; but if it were not possible, he would not charge me, as we agreed. So left it, and walked by the River, and to the Tower, though quickly past it for the memory it brings of my brief detention there, and presently around the streets, meeting with few and the streets very quiet, even at nine a-clock, only a carriage deppositing some slightly dazed people with packs upon their backs and a man among them crying, ‘These are the walls, this way is the river and that way the Tower, and do not forget that you need to be back here at a half past eleven a-clock.’ It a fine day, all a great sun shine, so walked very long and by and by to a coffee-shop where a Messenger found me to tell me that my coach all mended, which I walked back for, and Lord be praised, but it as good as the first day I drove it home, all dints smoothed and the metallick Attol blue of its roof polished and all a-gleam. Settled the account 28l 3s. plus V.A.T., as estimated, and home much contented.
  After supper alone, sent the Messenger here and there, inquiring of the health of others, for Mr. Jones took to bed with the plague so he said I should not visit; and did learn by bed time that of all the last weeks wedding guests only Mr. Reid ill at his home, though his testing for the Covey negitive. Gave thanks to God that I am yet preserved from it. And so to bed. 

25 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

In the gazette today that Mrs. Dorris, being the Secretarie for Culture (a state of affaires none can fathom, since her relationship to culture is that of the drunkard to sobriety), hath inveighed, of all the things she might choose, against the choice of suit of one contender for the First Lord’s crown, and compared it of the ear rings of another, and I despair that it a grievous circumstance that publick discourse in the country sink to such crudity. There is none to call a Statesman among them.

 

27-31 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

These days to West Moor Land, where on Thur. I to the wedding of Mr. Walker and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews’ daughter, and the service by a Registrar one of the most delightfull I think I ever heared. All very merry, in an old barn by some woodland with an outlook upon hills and meadows, and the whole company very generous, and the food simple and honest; and Mr. M. Jones come at six a-clock and met all, and played garden Jenger and pick-up sticks, and made welcome. The bride very fine in white, come in an old carriage, and after the ceremoney, walked between all, lined up outside, with her husband, and we threw Confetty she had made of dried petals. And what was best was to meet old friends, and make new, having much merry discourse with a Mr. Reid and his wife, who come from Scotland, and much contented that the day so very pleasant; and after, in Mr. Jones coach, back to our inne.
  Next morning by coach to the house of Mr. Ruskin, who is now dead but left his house so that people can pay to wander round it and say how nice it is; but Lord, the number of people on the roads, and the journy there very tortuose. After our visit and saying some oohs and aahs, to the coffee-house there; and in the afternoon walked in the hills, very long and losing the path, but the views very fine over lakes and mountains, and despite so many abroad upon the roads, and with so few places to stop in all the little villages, met with only half a dozen all the while walking. In the evening dined at Rogan’s Company Inne, which hath a Mitchell Inne star; a very great dinner with very fine dishes, the maids bringing one after another, and the wine excellent of its kind; and, though dear, 20l 4s. 6d., greatly joyed by the whole, and back very merry to our inne.
  The next a rainy day, so by coach to indoors attracktions, incl. the house of Mr. Wordsworth and his sister, who are now dead but also left their house so that people can pay to wander round it and say how nice it is, and this seeming such an accepted thing that I consider whether I shall do the same when my time come, so that all may ooh and aah over my avocado cuber. Dined at our inne.
  Lord’s day. The reckoning payed, with a reduction for the first night by vertue of our being with the wedding party, by Mr. Jones’ coach to visit Mr. Bagot’s great hall at Levens, who unusually is still alive, so able to rake it in from all the people who pay to wander round his house and say how nice it is, which I think a better idea than waiting till death, so will consider on my return home where to site my Gift Shoppe; and there walked in the garden with the finest Topiery I ever saw in my life, and Mr. Jones took an idea from it to clip his poudle into the shape of a jeraffe. And after, home.

16 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up betimes, and a breakfast of cereals from Dorsett, with luciose berrys and cherrys, left over from when Mr. and Mrs. Dick come, but the milk soured, it being so warm in the night; thence to visit my mother and father, and take my father for another Covey test at the Hospitalle, for on Monday he is to be seen by a master specialist for his throat, though I am unsure why for when I saw him last he declared himself free of simptoms.
  It now being very hot weather, left it till after supper to work a while in my little garden by the roadside. By and by come a figure walking slowly, ringing a handbell and dressed for the beach, in straw fidora hat, spectacles dark against the suns light, trousers cut above the knee and a tea shirt bearing on the front the words ‘Warm front approaching’.
  ‘Evening, Mr. Schafernacker.’
  ‘Oh! Evening, Mr. Pepys,’ says he, mildly.
  ‘I believe you are turning our fortunes in the manner of the weather, after some tediose months?’
  ‘The Spanish and French are sending us their excess hot air, if that is what you mean.’
  ‘I knew it!’ cry I. ‘They emit enough of it, and no doubt seek to punish us more for severing our ties with the Continent!’
  ‘Well,’ says he, looking as if he doubts it works like that, ‘whatever the case I am not sure you will like it when it comes, for it will be a Hot Wave like none other.’
  ‘I doubt it,’ snort I, dismissively, ‘for I recall even now the hottest day and night I ever felt in my life.’
  ‘No doubt you will point, as do all of a certayne age, to the year of our Lord, nineteen seventy-six.’
  ‘Not that. The ones I preserve in my memory are the seventh day of June, 1665, the hottest day we ever knew in England in that month, as all confessed at the time, and the Drout the following year, when in July oranges ripened in the open at Hackney, in August the Thames at Oxford shrunk to a trickle, and in September a tinder dry London went up in flames.’
  ‘Well, I fear that in two or three days the heat will excede all that hath gone before. A man of your age would be well-advised to read this.’ He proffers a handbill the colour of a Spanish tomater. On one side is a list of instructions and on the other a skull and crossed bones. ‘It is my Dire Weather Warning.’
  I toke it with a certain disdain and read, amongst other flummery and statements of the obviose, that I should sprinkle cold water upon myselfe severalle times daily (which I shall not, lest it stain my new stuff suit), avoid too much exercise (which advice is redundant, since I do that already) and drink plenty of Fluids, but not alkerhole for it is dehidrating (which will be easy, for I shall make Monday the second day of the year on which I abstayne, thus fulfilling Gouvernement guidence for another twelve months); also that such a degree of heat is a great danger for those with respiratory Embarassment or an unstable heart, which may fayle, but I scoff that ‘a man of my age’ be prey to such infirmities.
  And so he on his way, handbell ringing, and on the back of his shirt a cartoon of a Martiny glass with ice, straw and little umberella, and under it the legend, ‘There’s no bar like an isobar’.

 

19 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Last night so hot that by three a-clock I dispensed with my night cap. After a little while, finding this of no benefit, conceded I might consult my red weather Warning and instructions therein; and so, this done, removed, first, my woollen blanket, and, a while later and still too hot, my velvett night gown. After, still without sleep, and there no movement of air though the opened window, up, and, reading instrucktions further down the page, sprinkled iced water upon myselfe from a flagon, downed the rest in four great swigs and applied a high factor sunscreen. But sleep fitfull thereafter, waking of a sudden from a night dread where I had no job at the Naval Board and begged all to receive me as an apprentice, and in the morning found my ankles swelled, which put me in a great trouble that my Heart become unstable and fayled during the night, so took my pulse and eased in my mind to find it present on both sides. Poor Banjo all day not knowing where to put himselfe, it being far too hot here and still too hot there, and not eating any food and generally flopping in the coolest shade he could find.
  At supper in the gazette read that a man in a village near Lincoln claymed the heat of day to be more than three degrees above blood’s heat, which was never known before in all the land.

8-9 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, and all day with Mr. and Mrs. Dick, old and dear friends who come last night from Durham in time for supper, which we had of some prauns that I had, and paster and tomaters in a tin, and many spices that I had in my cupboard; and greatly contented for them staying in my house, though I must be on my best behaviore for they are holy, being vicars, though Mr. Dick hath made a retirement of his vicarage; and mightily joyed to sit late and chat, and remenice upon friends present and past. After breakfast took boots, and by Mr. Jones coach to the sea, where walked a good walk in a great sunshine, and to the rocks where St. Patrick wrecked up, and having hid in a cave for an uncomfortable night decided that enough was enough and so built a little church to live in, with some nice pews and a font, and Mrs. Dick took a selfy of us all along the way, which I did not like because it made me look like I have no shoulders. By five a-clock, home, and made for Mrs. Dick a negrony, she feeling short of a cocktale or two, and by and by Mr. R. Owen come and joined us in my garden; and thence all for supper to the White Fort Arms on white Fort street, where a fine supper and all very merry, with a dish of rissoto of lobster and a crisped mussle at the bottom merriting especial note; and Mr. Dick and Mr. Jones in a great debate upon the virtews of varietys of Scottish strong water; and after to Mr. Owen’s ho., for digestifs. The night warm, and my mind perplexed again by strange dreams, which it hath been since the Covey plague come.

 

13 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, and enter all my Journall for the few days past, having in my mind the passages I should write, though it troubles me whether to continue it, for I fear my life hath gathered to itself a mediocritie, and none shall read of it with aught more than mild endifference. Today we ought upon the great Zipped Wire in the quarry, which was to be with Mr. M. Jones and his sister and her husband, though the Covey broke out with them, so to September, which is a great disappoyntment. 

30 June, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, and after breakfast to the gardens where I voluntear, having not gone these three weeks since, there to consider the state of the plants that are my charge, and find all well, and all nuisances controlled, and the bollackworts as green and thriving as I ever saw, and it seems that in my absence people with mere professional qualifickations have unaccountably done as good a job as I. After supper, the evening being fine but the weather not hot, so that I fear we shall again have a poor, cold summer, admired at his showing me of it the work done to Mr. Jones’s coach, which was brought back to his house, repaired; and he very much contented with it, which it pleased me to see, though I say that I was not sure I would have had the work done, for it was very minor and I believe we must acknowledge the lack of the world’s perfection, and accept with equanimitie the little injuries and blemishes suffered by our personal effects. Though I confess I am much joyed to see my new coach still sound and as yet flawless in its appearance, its body work as perfect in the evening light as the day I drove it home for the very first time, and I purpose to take extra special care to maintain matters thus, that all might notice the enduring perfection of it, more than any coach I ever had.

 

1 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Disaster and fury! This morning after my lesson with Iñigo el Vasco, began to take my coach backwards out of my coach house with the intention of visiting the Exchange. Then Lord! come a great squeal in the movement of it, so slammed on its brakes, bringing it to an emergencie halt, and out in a cold sweat, all afeared for what I might find, for naught to explain it in the mirrors and magick lens that look behind. Confounded to find severalle white scratches in parralel all along the beautiful metallick blue roof of it, as if by the nails of a beast with a great claw, where the coach house door had scraped all along it. Let forth a ripe Expletife, and, my affectation of a sudden in a great despond, sat in my kitchen where I pondered upon the stupidity of my inattention; and all I can think is that either the coach house door had in some unfathomable manner gone up but not over, or that perchance it was already up, and in my abstraction I had started it moving a second time, thus bringing it down. Presently purposed to rub away at the roof with a spunge and some champu, which, thanks be to God, was to good effect; only later looked with a more suspiciose eye and found a handful of tiny, shallow dints to one side of the roof, visible at a low angle for the little distortion they made in the reflecktions on the roof and with the light in the right direction. In a great funk.

 

2 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Still in a great gloom, I demonstrate to Mr. M. Jones the extent of the damage to my coach, which has so despaired me that I no longer wish to go abroad in it, for the nature of its new and profound imperfecktions has tainted it for ever in my eyes.
  ‘I can’t really see anything,’ says he, frowning.
  ‘Here!’ cry I. ‘If you stand where I am stood, and bend your knees a little and position your eyes a-squint thus, with the incident light just so, you will see the measure of the damage done!’
  ‘Well, it is there,’ admits he, ‘but I would never have noticed it had you not pointed it out.’
  ‘Well, I know it is there,’ say I, hotly.
  ‘And you purpose, no doubt, to seek an estimate for its repair?’
  ‘Do you think I should?’ counter I, fabricating a degree of innocence to conceal the affirmative decision to which I had already come in my mind, lest I appear overly neurotick.
  ‘Well,’ says he, affabubblie, ‘I am not sure I would do it, for I believe we must acknowledge the lack of the world’s perfection, and accept with equanimitie the little injuries and blemishes suffered by our personal effects.’ At which I glare in his direcktion. ‘But it’s up to you.’

 

7 July, in the year of our Lord 2022

Finally today come something to cheer my spirit. The First Lord of the Treasurey hath resigned. 

17-27 June, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up; and when ready, in my coach, Mr. M. Jones with me, early upon the road to reprise our journey to Scotland, that we made this September since, onlie this time purposing to enterrupt our days ride at Glesgow. Overtook after a little more than an hours travel by a Messenger, who hailed us stop and handed his despatch, and my heart skipped a beat for it was from my fathers Specialised Nurse at St. Thos. Hospitalle, and I think it ill news. But praise be that it was the very opposite, that he is as well as ever, with naught chang’d, and that she merely wished to see him, face to face, after such a time, which done, and he is joyed by the news, so now they have popped him in a hackney to home; and I marvel at the kindness that she should have done such a thing, to send such a message to me to put my mind at rest.
  The rest of the journey very poor, with a waggon turned over on its side in the middle of the road, so all must leave the main road and go, in a great file of carts, coaches and carriages, upon a very small road which was not fit, with many rutts in it, between Junctions XXXII and XXXIII. So late by severalle hours to our Inne, where checked in, and at the reception a comley woman give us keys for our room, who looked like she just stepped off a packet ship from the Orient, and when I asked for a tavern reckommandation sayed something in a foreyne tongue that I did not understand, though I thought it from the East Indys, perhaps the Island of Bombay whence she fled the Portugalls; then did Mr. Jones hiss me that it was the Glesgow accent of speech, and pulled me away for fear of tom foolary. There settled for two nights, very merrie after a Tie supper. 

18. Sat. Up, and, it fine, up and down the town, finding it in parts very poor and in others a brave place, and a little river running through it, and by and by a great museum, in an admirable building of red brick; thence to gardens, all by foot, and there some iced cream, and sat by some great Constructions all made of glass, with many pretty flowers inside, and so done, come back by foot to our room and then out for a peatser, each one of us, 10s. 4d.

19. Lords day. Paying the reckoning, 1l 8s. 4d., and servants 2s., poor 1s., by my coach north, a days ride, by roads ever smaller, till all the traffick of coaches, carriages and waggons behind, and Lord, but the country so fine and grand, and the road now high in the hills, now low by the sea, and mountains all around, and islands in the distance. Broke journy at Ellen’s Bonnie Castle, which was indeed very pretty, with a little bridge to it, though I was not so taken with the inside, it being a little plain in some rooms; and it being a cold wind and so full of people, fought off a great many, on bycicles from Germany, to buy a Toasty filled with Haggies, bacon and Mackerony cheese, it being the strangest delicacy I tasted since I chewed the eyeball of a tuner fish in Clerkenwell.

20-23. Thus settled in our new Inne in Sheldaig, these four days set to explore, it being so many years since [here], it being so far, that I had forgot the majesty of the country side. And being here upon the longest day, the evening seeming on forever, till dusk and the sun set, and then twilit very long, so we thought it never dark. One day, which was Mon., upon the road on a high pass; another to a garden, one of the prettiest I ever saw, where it did astound us to seeing growing there a rose and a fruit tree, all at a lattitude with Sweadland, where all is frozen all the year; and on other days we put on boots and walked, in high hills and by the waters edge; the weather kind and our inne furnishing us of many fine dishes, and one day a packed lunch of such a size that we could not eat it all and I brought all the way home a rosy apple and a Dyet Coke which I put on ice, and some chockerlate which we eat in the coach, though it melted and went everywhere for it was a hot day.

24-27. Thence to Edinburgh, a fine city, I think the handsomest I ever saw outside London. There lodged with Dr. Mumford, my old school-fellow at Paul’s school, who shew us somewhat of the city, and on Sat. to his club on Princes street, where a rare view from the windows to the great castle upon its promentory, and of all the roofs of the Old Town, all higglepiggledy; and there come a friend of his from court, who spoke French very well, and all very merrie in such fine company. The palace of Holy Rood being closed, though we walked an hour to it, on account of the King come to visit, walked many miles, incl. to the High Kirk, a fine building with a crown steeple, which I never saw before, all very pleasant and the rain held. On Sun., after church and an excellent honest sermon, though firey in the nature of the Scots Presbyters, parted with our host, who must travel all the way to London for a case in Chancery, and we to the city gardens, where dined, and after took coach to the Rosslynn Chapel, final resting place of Daniel Brown, the famous Scots writer, though many French people come there in a big party and Mr. Jones complained about the noise they made. Mon., come by my coach home.

13 June, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, and betimes by the Messenger from my father that he is all a-stress, for they wish him to attend by appointment at St. Thos. Hospitalle in four days, which is Friday, and he thinks on account of this urgencie that the news they will impart must be very bad. But I think this too soon for any such intent, it being only four days after his being put again through the magick Contryvance, the sketches hardly dry on the page, and parry that I would wager the matter to be of a simple nature — which is, that they wish no more than to see him in Person, the Covey plague oblyging them other for 18 months; and I hope this calms him.
  The day being more pleasant than the night, when there was a great wind (the weather still coming in fits), after dinner I began to plant out my new garden bed, which I charged my gardener John to make by digging up the former raised beds made there by Mr. Ben Jones, which were all bedraggl’d and a poor sight, everywhere with wrasp berrys growing wild. But it vexed me to see the work I must do to right the job already payed for, which was done not by John, for he is overweight and hath bad knees, but by his son, who come two weeks since to dig the work with his girlfriend, though she sat out the morning at my table on the lawn, all the while looking at her pocket magick window and only rousing twice to move the wheeled barrow. Kneeled to take out weeds, turfs, stones and the roots of fruit cains, and, worse, found that to plant my new plants I must cut into the old weed control Membrayn, for they had not removed that either. By and by done, and much contented to see my summer bed started, by my own hand, with flowers there that will flourish in full sun, should there be any, which I fear there will not, the weather this year being so indifferent.
  At supper, Mr. M. Jones did fill me in on Progress Related to the Great Issue of his Coach and Next Doors Goats, of which I have not hitherto wrote in this Journall but which may be sommerised thus — viz.: that in spring, it being around March, I think, it was indicated to Mr. Jones, by some friends that stayed there with him, that a number of dints had appeared in the door of his coach, on the coachmans side, and in the silver footplate, there being severalle in both places, those on the door being of the order of 2ft 6in from ground levell, and all without explanacion, that the coach should be left intact at night yet so indented by the morn, so that they wondered it the work of a Polter ghost; but anon, by a process of Deductive Reasoning, that such damage appeared only after the goats belonging to the neighbours had yet again found their way to freedom; and on the further premises that goats are approximatelie 2ft 6in tall and known to run full tilt against their own Reflecktion, thus was drawn the inference and final arguement that they had head-butted the side of Mr. Jones’ Peugote. The consequinces of this state of Affayres caused the poor fellow sleepless nights, though not so much (which I think to be in his great favour and an admirable quality) for the extent of the damages than for the concern of his broaching [it] with his neighbours and the cost to them of the reperacion thereof. But in the end all are agreed civilly upon the terms, the coach to be took for repaire by Mr. P. Roberts at Beach Head while Mr. Jones and I pay another visit to Scotland (which will be a great conveniance to have it all done while away); all to cost 40l 3s. 3d., which is not inconsiderable, though I know the man to be a good worker and to charge a fair price, as he did when I ran over a boulder by Dr. Pryces house in Somersett. But, if it should please God to forgive me for the selfish nature of the thought, the unease I felt now for henceforth leaving my coach in the same place! — that it might be a casualty of the same cyrcumstance, which I could not but vouchsafe to Mr. Jones, who acknowledged that his neighbour, he not being a dull fellow, had blanched when first told the report of damage, thinking that it might not be to Mr. Jones old coach but to my fine unblemished new coach of six weeks, whose presence there he had already clocked. All of which hath resulted that the goats are now corraled behind a maximum securitie fence, which is as much I think can be hoped for, though I pray it proof against them.
  Matters thus settled to our present content, I set to choosing a bottle of wine, whereupon Mr. Jones asked if I have the tendency always to select one with a screw top over one with a cork, for the simplicity of its opening. To which, with some quickness of thought, and, I confess to the privacy of this Diary, slightly misleading purpose, I said that I did — but only to avert that the wine might be corked. ‘It might be screwed, though,’ says he. Which point I had not considered.
  After, the sunsett at this time being very late, I tasked the Messenger hie to Andrea, my fathers specialist Nurse at the Hosp., and enquire of her if she knows the justificacion for so urgent an appointment, for on that day, God willing, I shall be on my way to Scotland. And so, without reply for it was late, but settled in my own mind for having asked the question, to bed.

12 June, in the year of our Lord 2022

Lords day. After dinner with Mr. M. Jones by coach to the theatre, where met with Sir Alex. Anstey (he being up from the Bath with an old retainer), Mr. I. Jones (not the man who tempers my clavachord, but another) and his wife, there to see the play Percival, with musique wrote for it by Mr. Rich. Wagner. But Lord! the length of it all, which was over five hours (or near to six, I think), and having took the precaucion of buying in advance an entry to the ‘A-List Bar’, 1l, thinking there to advantage ourselfs away from the hoy polio, did find the intervals to be only twenty and forty minutes, and naught other than san[d]wiches to eat, very dear, though the good woman behind the bar kept them in the frige for us and in the second Intervale we eat them with some crisps. All over after nine a-clock at night, I wondering that all in the pit sat through it without complaynt, for I think it the most ridiculous thing I ever saw in my entire life, and all sung in Doutch. Mr. M. Jones sayed he liked the bits where everyone sang with a lot of trompettes, but did not understand the story, which is to do with an idiot called Mr. Percival, some old king, an evil magician, a cursed trollope and the holy Grayl, though I did not try to explayne it to him, for I did that with Line of Duty and Westworld and it was to no availe. All parted very merrie for having been in such good company, though if we had sought a tavern instead of act the Second, we could have had a decent meal, still joyed the end and not home hungry. 

6 June, in the year of our Lord 2022

After dinner, finding myself pretty well, by water to White Hall to see the great vote for which all are waiting on the result, upon which rests the fate of the First Lord of the Teasurey. There met with many fine men of the Paliament, all in a great excitement and very many vehement against the matter of the First Lord’s deceptions, even on his own side, and come to hate the cloying of his speeches. Sat with my Lord Anglesy till Sir G. Bradie told all that 148 of his own party vote against him, which the First Lord in his delusion claims ‘convincing and dicisive’. After supper, read the Gazette, where the latest tragedy of the Cossack lands I found relegated to p5, buried by the feverish speculacion which is now rife, though it is nothing more than gossip to provoke cheap tittilacion among those who read it, as to the fate of our illustrious leader and those who might seek to dipose him. All now is Johnson; naught Silenski. Such is the fickleness of the Press.

 

9 June, in the year of our Lord 2022

After breakfast, to visit my mother and father, who are well, and by coach with my father to take him for his latest appoyntment to be put through the magick contryvance to see into his chest. While with them my father invited me to look at a great Lesion on my mothers hip, present these last weeks and all a-fester with copiose puss, it appearing to my eye as a Carbuncle, such as we saw reported from time to time in the Navy with sailers at sea. I proposed that we fill her with her favorite sherris sack, place a knotted kerchief between her jaws and incise it with the point of a cutlass, but my father preferred that she first compleat a course of Flewcloxercilline.

20 May, in the year of our Lord 2022

This morning consulted by the Messenger with Dr. Burnet, I hoping he might prescribe an Antibiotick to assist my being able to breathe through my nose, only he fobbed me off with an antyinflammatorie called Naproxine, which I think will be of no use not even as a Placebough, and perhaps I should stock up on beet roots.

 

23 May, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up betimes, having had these two nights an excellent sleep, with my breathing restored despite Dr. Burnets treatment. After breakfast to St. Thomas Hospitalle for my follow up appointment, where, thanks be to God! reassured all found well, and discharged, and if I fall ill I may send a Messenger direct to them if I am in need, and not the pall lava of seeing Dr. Burnet again.

 

27 May, in the year of our Lord 2022

This morning rose, and, it being a great sunshine, led friends in a walk to the old dam at Water Meadow, which is now in ruins, and among them Dr. J. Edwards and his wife, who studyed at the Conservatoire in Banger, I vouchsafing to him that my mind blows hot and cold in the matter of it, that I should seek to study such a thing at the age of 389; but he is the very embodyment of reassuerence, and after, my disquiet lessened. And all in a great praise of me for leading them to such a place, where few had come before, only one or two of them, and thought my exposicion upon the Tragedie of the dam breaking, which was nearlie a hundred years since, and the great flood that befell the village below it, the best they ever heard, which joyed me greatly, though God forgive me that in my conceit I omitted that I had gougled it last night.
  Mr. M. Jones come for supper, but still all full of cold, though not one of us yet tested posytive for the Covey plague. And so to bed, where prayed to God for forgiveness for the sin of Pride but gave thanks for the gift of Gougle.