14th. Povy tells me how mad my letter makes my Lord
Peterborough, and what a furious letter he writ to me in answer,
though it is not come yet. This did trouble me; for though there
be no reason, yet to have a nobleman's mouth open against a man,
may do a man hurt; so I endeavoured to have found him out and
spoke with him, but could not. After dinner with my wife and
Mercer to the Beare-garden; where I have not been, I think, of
many years, and saw some good sport of the bull's tossing of the
dogs: one into the very boxes. But it is a very rude and nasty
pleasure. We had a great many hectors in the same box with us,
(and one very fine went into the pit, and played his dog for a
wager, which was a strange sport for a gentleman,) where they
drank wine, and drank Mercer's health first; which I pledged with
my hat off. We supped at home, and very merry. And then about
nine o'clock to Mrs. Mercer's gate, where the fire and boys
expected us, and her son had provided abundance of serpents and
rockets; and there mighty merry (my Lady Pen and Pegg going
thither with us, and Nan Wright,) till about twelve at night,
flinging our fireworks, and burning one another and the people
over the way.
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