writing several letters, I home to supper and to bed. The Parliament of
which I was afraid of their calling us of the Navy to an account of the
expense of money and stores and wherein we were so little ready to give
them a good answer [will soon meet]. The Bishop of Munster, every body
says, is coming to peace with the Dutch, we having not supplied him with
the money promised him.

8th (Lord's day). Up, and was in great trouble how to get a passage to
White Hall, it raining, and no coach to be had. So I walked to the Old
Swan, and there got a scull. To the Duke of Yorke, where we all met to
hear the debate between Sir Thomas Allen and Mr. Wayth; the former
complaining of the latter's ill usage of him at the late pay of his ship.
But a very sorry poor occasion he had for it. The Duke did determine it
with great judgement, chiding both, but encouraging Wayth to continue to
be a check to all captains in any thing to the King's right. And, indeed,
I never did see the Duke do any thing more in order, nor with more
judgement than he did pass the verdict in this business. The Court full
this morning of the newes of Tom Cheffin's death, the King's
closett-keeper. He was well last night as ever, flaying at tables in the
house, and not very ill this morning at six o'clock, yet dead before
seven: they think, of an imposthume in his breast. But it looks fearfully
among people nowadays, the plague, as we hear, encreasing every where
again. To the Chappell, but could not get in to hear well. But I had the
pleasure once in my life to see an Archbishop (this was of Yorke) in a
pulpit. Then at a loss how to get home to dinner, having promised to
carry Mrs. Hunt thither. At last got my Lord Hinchingbroke's coach, he
staying at Court; and so took her up in Axe-yard, and home and dined. And
good discourse of the old matters of the Protector and his family, she
having a relation to them. The Protector