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October 1st. All the morning busy at the office, pleased mightily with my girl that we have got to wait on my wife. At noon dined with Sir G. Carteret and the rest of our officers at his house in Broad Street, they being there upon his accounts. After dinner took coach and to my wife, who was gone before into the Strand, there to buy a nightgown, where I found her in a shop with her pretty girl, and having bought it away home, and I thence to Sir G. Carteret’s again, and so took coach alone, it now being almost night, to Whitehall, and there in the Boarded-gallery did hear the music with which the King is presented this night by Monsieur Grebus, the master of his music; both instrumentall⁠—I think twenty-four violins⁠—and vocall; an English song upon Peace. But, God forgive me! I never was so little pleased with a concert of music in my life. The manner of setting of words and repeating them out of order, and that with a number of voices, makes me sick, the whole design of vocall music being lost by it. Here was a great press of people; but I did not see many pleased with it, only the instrumental music he had brought by practice to play very just. So thence late in the dark round by the wall home by coach, and there to sing and sup with my wife, and look upon our pretty girl, and so to bed.