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4th. Up by break of day, to get away the remainder of my things;
which I did by a lighter at the Iron gate: and my hands so full,
that it was the afternoon before we could get them all away. Sir
W. Pen and I to the Tower-street, and there met the fire burning
three or four doors beyond Mr. Howell's, whose goods, poor man,
his trayes, and dishes, shovells, &c., were flung all along
Tower-street in the kennels, and people working therewith from
one end to the other; the fire coming on in that narrow street,
on both sides, with infinite fury. Sir W. Batten not knowing how
to remove his wine, did dig a pit in the garden, and laid it in
there; and I took the opportunity of laying all the papers of my
office that I could not otherwise dispose of and in the evening
Sir W. Pen and I did dig another, and put our wine in it; and I
my parmazan cheese, as well as my wine and some other things.
The Duke of York was at the office this day, at Sir W. Pen's; but
I happened not to be within. This afternoon, sitting melancholy
with Sir W. Pen in our garden, and thinking of the certain
burning of this office, without extraordinary means, I did
propose for the sending up of all our workmen from the Woolwich
and Deptford yards, (none whereof yet appeared,) and to write to
Sir W.
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