in London.  In 1625, the visitation encreasing, and my master having a great charge of money and plate, some of his own, some other men’s, left me and a fellow-servant to keep the house, and himself in June went into Leicestershire.  He was in that year feoffee collector for twelve poor alms-people living in Clement-Dane’s Church-Yard; whose pensions I in his absence paid weekly, to his and the parish’s great satisfaction.  My master was no sooner gone down, but I bought a bass-viol, and got a master to instruct me; the intervals of time I spent in bowling in Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields, with Wat the cobler, Dick the blacksmith, and such like companions:  We have sometimes been at our work at six in the morning, and so continued till three or four in the afternoon, many times without bread or drink all that while.  Sometimes I went to church and heard funeral sermons, of which there was then great plenty.  At other times I went early to St. Antholine’s in London, where there was every morning a sermon.  The most able people of the whole city and suburbs were out of town; if any remained, it were such as were engaged by parish-officers to remain; no habit of a gentleman or woman continued; the woeful calamity of that year was grievous, people dying in the open fields and in open streets.  At last, in August, the bills of mortality so encreased, that very few people had thoughts of surviving the contagion:  the Sunday before the great bill came forth, which was of five thousand and odd hundreds, there was appointed a sacrament at Clement Dane’s; during the destributing whereof I do very well remember we sang thirteen parts of the one hundred and nineteenth Psalm.  One Jacob, our minister (for we had three that day, the communion was so great) fell sick as he was giving the sacrament, went home, and was buried of the plague the Thursday following, Mr. James, another of the ministers, fell sick ere he had quite finished, had the plague, and was thirteen weeks ere he recovered.  Mr. Whitacre, the last of the three, escaped not only then, but all the contagion following, without any sickness at all; though he officiated at every funeral, and buried all manner of people, whether they died of the plague or not.  He was given to drink, seldom could preach more than one quarter of an hour at a time, &c.  In November my master came home.  My fellow-servant’s and my diet came weekly to six shillings and sixpence, sometimes to seven shillings, so cheap was diet at that time.

In February of that year, my master married again (one who after his death became my wife.) In the same year he settled upon me, during my life, twenty pounds per annum, which I have enjoyed ever since, even to the writing hereof.

May 22, 1627, my master died at the corner house in the Strand, where I also lived so long.  He died intestate; my mistress relinquishing the administration, it came to his elder brother, who assigned the estate over to me for payment of my master’s debts; which being paid, I faithfully returned the remaining part unto his administrator; nor had one penny of the estate more than twenty pounds per annum, which was allowed me by contract, to undertake the payment of my master’s debts.