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30th. This morning, before I was up, I fell a-singing of my
song, "Great, good and just," &c. and put myself thereby in mind
that this was the fatal day, now ten years since, his Majesty
died. [This is the beginning of Montrose's verses on the
execution of Charles the First, which Pepys had probably set to
music:--
Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief and thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world to such a strain
That it should deluge once again.
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
More from Briareus' hands, than Argus' eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds,
And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds.]
There seems now to be a general cease of talk, it being taken for
granted that Monk do resolve to stand to the Parliament, and
nothing else.
31st. After dinner to Westminster Hall, where all we clerks had
orders to wait upon the Committee, at the Star-chamber that is to
try Colonel Jones, and to give an account what money we had paid
him; but the Committee did not sit to-day.


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