Thence going away met Mr. Hingston the organist (my old acquaintance) in the Court, and I took him to the Dog Taverne and got him to set me a bass to my ‘It is decreed,’ which I think will go well, but he commends the song not knowing the words, but says the ayre is good, and believes the words are plainly expressed.

The Diary of Samuel Pepys, December 19, 1666.

According to family lore, that organist (who was also Oliver Cromwell’s official keeper of instruments) is my distant relative. One of these days I’ll look it up and know for sure.

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