5ᵗʰ June.
Att Babylon, att yᵉ Cottage of Will Winthrop, wh. is no Cottage, but a grete House, Red, w. Verandahs, & builded in yᵉ Fashⁿ of Her Maiestie Q. Anne.—Found a mighty Housefull of People.—Will, his Wife, a verie proper fayre Ladie, who gave me moste gracious Reception, Mʳˢˢ Smithe, yᵉ ii Gresham girles (knowne as yᵉ Titteringe Twins), Bob White, Virginia Kinge & her Mothʳ, Clarence Winthrop, & yᵉ whole Alexander Family.—A grete Gatheringe for so earlie in yᵉ Summer.—In yᵉ Afternoone play’d Lawne-Tenniss.—Had for Partner one of yᵉ Twinns, agˢᵗ Clarence Winthrop & yᵉ other Twinn, wh. by beinge Confus’d, I loste iii games.—Was voted a Duffer.—Clarence Winthrop moste unmannerlie merrie.—He call’d me yᵉ Sad-Ey’d Romeo, & lykewise cut down yᵉ Hammocke whⁱⁿ I laye, allso tied up my Cloathes wh. we were att Bath.—He sayde, he Chaw’d them, a moste barbarous worde for a moste barbarous Use.—Wh. we were Boyes, & he did yⁱˢ thinge, I was wont to trounce him Soundlie, but nowe had to contente Myselfe w. beatinge of him iii games of Billyardes in yᵉ Evg., & w. daringe of him to putt on yᵉ Gloves w. me, for Funne, wh. he mighte not doe, for I coude knocke him colde.
10ᵗʰ June.
Beinge gon to my Roome somewhatt earlie, for I found myselfe of a peevish humour, Clarence came to me, and prayᵈ a few minutes’ Speache.—Sayde ’twas Love made him so Rude & Boysterous, he was privilie betroth’d to his Cozen, Angelica Robertes, she whose Father lives at Islipp, & colde not containe Himselfe for Joye.—I sayinge, there was a Breache in yᵉ Familie, he made Answer, ’twas true, her Father & His, beinge Cozens, did hate each other moste heartilie, butt for him he cared not for that, & for Angelica, She gave not a Continentall.—But, sayde I, Your Consideration matters mightie Little, synce yᵉ Governours will not heare to it.—He answered ’twas for that he came to me, I must be his allie, for reason of oure olde Friendˢᵖ. With that I had no Hearte to heare more, he made so Light of suche a Division as parted me & my Happinesse, but tolde him I was his Frend, wolde serve him when he had Neede of me, & presentlie seeing my Humour, he made excuse to goe, & left me to write downe this, sicke in Mynde, and thinkinge ever of yᵉ Woman who wil not oute of my Thoughtes for any change of Place, neither of employe.—For indeede I doe love Her moste heartilie, so yᵗ my Wordes can not saye it, nor will yⁱˢ Booke containe it.—So I wil even goe to Sleepe, yᵗ in my Dreames perchaunce my Fancie maye do my Hearte better Service.
12ᵗʰ June.
She is here.—What Spyte is yⁱˢ of Fate & yᵉ alter’d gods! That I, who mighte nott gett to see Her when to See was to Hope, muste nowe daylie have Her in my Sight, stucke lyke a fayre Apple under olde Tantalus his Nose.—Goinge downe to yᵉ Hotell to-day, for to gett me some Tobackoe, was made aware yᵗ yᵉ Ffrench familie had hyred one of yᵉ Cottages round-abouts.—’Tis a goodlie Dwellinge Without—Would I coude speake with as much Assurance of yᵉ Innsyde!
13ᵗʰ June.
Goinge downe to yᵉ Hotell againe To-day for more Tobackoe, sawe yᵉ accursed name of Wᵐˢᵒⁿ on yᵉ Registre.—Went about to a neighboringe Farm & satt me downe behynd yᵉ Barne, for a ½ an Houre.—Frighted yᵉ Horned Cattle w. talkinge to My Selfe.
15ᵗʰ June.
I wil make an Ende to yⁱˢ Businesse.—Wil make no onger Staye here.—Sawe Her to-day, driven Home fm. ye Beache, about 4½ of yᵉ Afternoone, by Wᵐˢᵒⁿ in his Dogge-Carte, wh. yᵉ Cadde has broughten here.—Wil betake me to yᵉ Boundlesse Weste—Not yᵗ I care aught for yᵉ Boundlesse Weste, butt yᵗ I shal doe wel if haplie I leave my Memourie amᵍ yᵉ Apaches & bringe Home my Scalpe.