Carteret and his Lady do confess exceedingly,
and the latter do also now call me cozen, which I am glad of. So
God preserve us all friends long, and continue health among us.
AUGUST 3, 1665. To Dagenhams. All the way people, citizens,
walking to and fro, enquire how the plague is in the City this
week by the Bill; which by chance, at Greenwich, I had heard was
2020 of the plague, and 3000 and odd of all diseases. By and by
met my Lord Crewe returning; Mr. Marr telling me by the way how a
maid-servant of Mr. John Wright's (who lives thereabouts) falling
sick of the plague, she was removed to an out-house, and a nurse
appointed to look to her; who, being once absent, the maid got
out of the house at the window, and run away. The nurse coming
and knocking, and having no answer, believed she was dead, and
went and told Mr. Wright so; who and his lady were in great
strait what to do to get her buried. At last resolved to go to
Burntwood, hard by, being in the parish, and there get people to
do it. But they would not; so he went home full of trouble, and
in the way met the wench walking over the common, which frighted
him worse than before; and was forced to send people to take her,
which he did; and they got one of the pest coaches and put her
into it to carry her to a pest house.
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