Killigrew preach. [Henry,
youngest son of Sir Robert Killigrew, D.D., Prebendary of
Westminster, and Master of the Savoy, and author of some plays
and sermons. His daughter Anne was the celebrated poetess.] The
anthem was good after sermon, being the fifty-first psalme, made
for five voices by one of Captn. Cooke's boys, a pretty boy. And
they say there are four or five of them that can do as much. And
here I first perceived that the King is a little musicall, and
kept good time with his hand all along the anthem.
23rd. With Alderman Backewell talking of the new money, which he
says will never be counterfeited, he believes; but it is so
deadly inconvenient for telling, it is so thick, and the edges
are made to turn up.
26th. The plague, it seems, grows more and more at Amsterdam;
and we are going upon making of all ships coming from thence and
Hambrough, or any other infected places, to perform their
Quarantine (for thirty days as Sir Rd. Browne expressed it in the
order of the Council, contrary to the import of the word, though
in the general acceptation it signifies now the thing, not the
time spent in doing it) in Holehaven, a thing never done by us
before.
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