By and by comes down from the Committee Sir W.
Coventry, and I find him troubled at several things happened this
afternoon. Which vexes me also; our business looking worse and
worse, and our work growing on our hands. Time spending, and no
money to set any thing in hand with; the end thereof must be
speedy ruin. The Dutch insult and have taken off Bruant's head,
which they had not dared to do (though found guilty of the fault
he did die for, of something of the Prince of Orange's faction)
till just now, which speaks more confidence in our being worse
than before. Alderman Maynell, I hear, is dead. Thence returned
in the dark by coach all alone, full of thoughts of the
consequences of this ill complexion of affairs, and how to save
the little I have, which if I can do, I have cause to bless God
that I am so well, and shall be well contented to retreat to
Brampton, and spend the rest of my days there. So to my office,
and finished my Journal with resolutions, if God bless me, to
apply myself soberly to settle all matters for myself and expect
the event of all with comfort.
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