Sixteenth Birthdaye. _Father_ away, which made it sadde. _Mother_ gave me a payr of blue Hosen with Silk Clocks; Mr. _Gunnel_, an ivorie-handled Stylus; _Bess_, a Bodkin for my Hair; _Daisy_, a Book-mark; _Mercy_, a Saffron Cake; _Jack_, a Basket; and _Cecil_, a Nosegay. _William's_ Present was fayrest of alle, but I am hurte with him and myselfe; for he offered it soe queerlie and tagged it with such ... I refused it, and there's an End. 'Twas unmannerlie and unkinde of me, and I've cried aboute it since. _Father_ alwaies gives us a Birthdaye Treat; soe, contrived that _Mother_ shoulde take us to see my _Lord Cardinal_ of _York_ goe to _Westminster_ in State. We had a merrie Water-partie; got goode Places and saw the Show; Crosse-bearers, Pillar-bearers, Ushers and alle. Himselfe in crimson engrayned Sattin, and Tippet of Sables, with an Orange in his Hand helde to 's Nose, as though the common Ayr were too vile to breathe. What a pompous Priest it is! The Archbishop mighte well say, "That Man is drunk with too much Prosperitie." [Illustration: The Cardinal's Procession.] Betweene Dinner and Supper, we had a fine Skirmish in the Straits of Thermopylæ. Mr. _Gunnel_ headed the Persians, and _Will_ was _Leonidas_, with a swashing Buckler, and a Helmet a Yard high; but Mr. _Gunnel_ gave him such a Rap on the Crest that it went over the Wall; soe then _William_ thought there was Nothing left for him but to die. Howbeit, as he had beene layd low sooner than he had reckoned on, he prolonged his last Agonies a goode deal, and gave one of the Persians a tremendous Kick just as they were aboute to rifle his Pouch. They therefore thoughte there must be Somewhat in it they shoulde like to see; soe, helde him down in spite of his hitting righte and lefte, and pulled therefrom, among sundrie lesser Matters, a carnation Knot of mine. Poor Varlet, I wish he would not be so stupid. After Supper, _Mother_ proposed a Concert; and we were alle singing a Rounde, when, looking up, I saw _Father_ standing in the Door-way, with such a happy Smile on his Face! He was close behind _Rupert_ and _Daisy_, who were singing from the same Book, and advertised them of his Coming by gentlie knocking theire Heads together; but I had the firste Kiss, even before _Mother_, because of my Birthdaye. _July 11th._