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The streets empty all the way, now even in
London, which is a sad sight. And to Westminster Hall, where
talking, hearing very sad stories from Mrs. Mumford; among
others, of Mr. Michell's son's family. And poor Will, that used
to sell us ale at the Hall-door, his wife and three children
died, all, I think, in a day. So home through the City again,
wishing I may have taken no ill in going; but I will go, I think,
no more thither. The news of De Ruyter's coming home is certain;
and told to the great disadvantage of our fleet, and the praise
of De Ruyter; but it cannot be helped.
10th. By and by to the office, where we sat all the morning; in
great trouble to see the Bill this week rise so high, to above
4000 in all, and of them above 3000 of the plague. Home, to draw
over anew my will, which I had bound myself by oath to dispatch
by tomorrow night; the town growing so unhealthy, that a man
cannot depend upon living two days.
12th. The people die so, that now it seems they are fain to
carry the dead to be buried by day-light, the nights not
sufficing to do it in.


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