Mr. Forbes told me that in the hylands once a mans wife was lighter of a lasse, the goodman was wery sick so that he could not go to church to present his oune barne, wheiron he desires one of his freinds or gossips to go and hold it up for him.  He bit to have a Scriptural name for his daughter, at last he agreed upon Rebecca.  The man thought he sould remember weil enough of it.  Just as he is holding up the child he forgets the name.  The Minister speares, whow call ye it.  Sir, they call it, they cal it, they call it, shame fall it, ay hir oune selfe hes forgotten it.  Yet I remember that its a name very lik tobacco.  Many did laught wery heartylie at this, only some present remembered of the name, that it was Rebecca.

Having stayed at Poictiers til the 14 of April French accompte:  some 20 dayes before that I was beginning to make many acquantances at Poictiers, to go in and drink wt them, as wt De Gruche, Ingrande La Figonne, both Advocats sones, and of the Religion, Mr. de Gay, Borseau, Cotibby, etc.

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I was beginning to fall wery idle, so that if I had stayed longer in Poictiers, I had alwayes engaged myselfe in more company, and so done the lesse good, whence I have a sort of satisfaction that I came away.

On the day of my departing I took my leive of Mr. Boutiet, Mlle. Alex’r, and Mlle. Strachan, Mlle. Chabate and hir mother wt some others, then went to the Chappeau d’or, wheir we dined, Mr. Alex’r, the Doctor, Sandy, Mr. De la Porte, Mr. Montozon (for Gorein was not in toune), and I. After having taken my leive of Madame Daille (himselfe being at Partenay), I took horse before the buith door and came to the Daufin in the fauxbourgs, wheir I leapt of.  The most part of the Hugonots going to their Temple, their I took my leive of Sandy’es wife, Madame Peager, and divers others.  I took up to drink wt me Mr. de la Porte, De Gruche, De Gey, De Gaule, Barantons brother, etc.

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On my vakening on the morning, I fand my head sore with the win I had drunk.  For as sick as I was, on I got the morning wt the rest, and came and dined at Portpile,[345] a litle toune standing 5 leagues (for the leagues are long their in comparison of them about Paris) from Chattellerauld, on the Creuse, which runes also by Blanc in Berry.

    [345] Le Port de Pilles, Blaeuw’s Atlas.

Having ioined their wt the Messenger of Bordeau, who had about 7 Gascons wt him, and the Messenger of Angoulesme, who had above 12, we was a body above 24.  We took al horseback, and having rode the river, tho wery deip, because the bridge was broken, I fell in wt the Gascons, and was the rarest stuffe wt them that could be.[346]....  Also a gentleman of Sainctonge ioined wt us, who was coming to Paris.