(Lord’s day). In the morning to our own church, where Mr. Powel (a crook legged man that went formerly with me to Paul’s School), preached a good sermon.
In the afternoon to our own church and my wife with me (the first time that she and my Lady Batten came to sit in our new pew), and after sermon my Lady took us home and there we supped with her and Sir W. Batten, and Pen, and were much made of. The first time that ever my wife was there. So home and to bed.
In church, a crook
preached to the new
pew and took
much time.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 18 November 1660.
I love the word “crook.”
Me too! And I liked the way Pepys deployed it — “crook legged man.”