We
did put Mr. Hater, poor man, to bed a little; but he got but very
little rest, so much noise being in my house, taking down of
goods.
3rd. About four o'clock in the morning, my Lady Batten sent me a
cart to carry away all my money, and plate, and best things, to
Sir W. Rider's at Bednall-greene. Which I did, riding myself in
my night gown, in the cart; and, Lord! to see how the streets
and the highways are crowded with people running and riding, and
getting of carts at any rate to fetch away things. I find Sir W.
Rider tired with being called up all night, and receiving things
from several friends. His house full of goods, and much of Sir
W. Batten's and Sir W. Pen's, I am eased at my heart to have my
treasure so well secured. Then home, and with much ado to find a
way, nor any sleep all this night to me nor my poor wife. Then
all this day she and I, and all my people labouring to get away
the rest of our things, and did get Mr. Tooker to get me a
lighter to take them in, and we did carry them (myself some) over
Tower Hill, which was by this time full of people's goods,
bringing their goods thither; and down to the lighter, which lay
at the next quay, above the Tower Dock.
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