In the morning Master Piper and Master Durrant came along with a “Here, we have got a job of writing we want you to do.” Which I readily did, and when I had written out a sheet of paper and wrote about an hour, they sneaked away without so much as ever offering to pay for the paper, or I think to say they were obliged to me for doing it. But what can we expect from two such covetous and miserable wretches, whose whole delight is self-interest? The only thing that I know of is that they must remain as they are, and God bless them… In the afternoon I rode out a-money-catching, but got none. I came home through the park where I stayed and saw part of a game of cricket. Gave some seamen with a pass 6d. At home all the evening.