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      THE JOURNAL TO STELLA
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      By Jonathan Swift
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      With preface, introduction and notes by George A. Aitken.
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        (Numbers thus (5) refer to the Notes at the end, which are arranged by
        "Introduction" or by "Letter 'number'".)
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        <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big>
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        <br /> <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a><br /><br /> <a
        href="#link2H_INTR"> INTRODUCTION. </a><br /><br /> <a
        href="#link2H_4_0003"> <b>JOURNAL TO STELLA</b> </a><br /><br /> <a
        href="#link2H_NOTE"> <b>NOTES.</b> </a><br /><br /><br />
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      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> LETTER 1. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> LETTER 2. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> LETTER 3. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> LETTER 4. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> LETTER 5. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> LETTER 6. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> LETTER 7. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> LETTER 8. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> LETTER 9. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> LETTER 10. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> LETTER 11. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> LETTER 12. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> LETTER 13. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> LETTER 14. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> LETTER 15. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> LETTER 16. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> LETTER 17. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> LETTER 18. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> LETTER 19. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> LETTER 20. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> LETTER 21. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> LETTER 22. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> LETTER 23. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> LETTER 24. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> LETTER 25. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> LETTER 26. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> LETTER 27. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> LETTER 28. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> LETTER 29. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> LETTER 30. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> LETTER 31. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> LETTER 32. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> LETTER 33. </a>
      </p>
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      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0038"> LETTER 35. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0039"> LETTER 36. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0040"> LETTER 37. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0041"> LETTER 38. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0042"> LETTER 39. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0043"> LETTER 40. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0044"> LETTER 41. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
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      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0046"> LETTER 43. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0047"> LETTER 44. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0048"> LETTER 45. </a>
      </p>
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        <a href="#link2H_4_0049"> LETTER 46. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0050"> LETTER 47. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0051"> LETTER 48. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0052"> LETTER 49. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0053"> LETTER 50. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0054"> LETTER 51. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0055"> LETTER 52. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0056"> LETTER 53. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0057"> LETTER 54. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0058"> LETTER 55. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0059"> LETTER 56. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0060"> LETTER 57. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0061"> LETTER 58. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0062"> LETTER 59. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0063"> LETTER 60. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0064"> LETTER 61. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0065"> LETTER 62. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0066"> LETTER 63. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0067"> LETTER 64. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0068"> LETTER 65. </a>
      </p>
    </blockquote>
    <p>
      <br /> <br />
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    <hr />
    <p>
      <br /> <br />
    </p>
    <blockquote>
      <p>
        <a href="#link2H_NOTE"> <b>NOTES.</b> </a><br /><br /> <a
        href="#link2H_NOTE1"> Notes to the Introduction. </a><br /><br />
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0071"> LETTER 1. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0072"> LETTER 9. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0073"> LETTER 10. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0074"> LETTER 11. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0075"> LETTER 12. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0076"> LETTER 13. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0077"> LETTER 14. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0078"> LETTER 15. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0079"> LETTER 16. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0080"> LETTER 17. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0081"> LETTER 18. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0082"> LETTER 20. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0083"> LETTER 21. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0084"> LETTER 22. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0085"> LETTER 23. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0086"> LETTER 24. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0087"> LETTER 26. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0088"> LETTER 27. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0089"> LETTER 28. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0090"> LETTER 29. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0091"> LETTER 30. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0092"> LETTER 31. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0093"> LETTER 32. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0094"> LETTER 33. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0095"> LETTER 34. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0096"> LETTER 35. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0097"> LETTER 36. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0098"> LETTER 37. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0099"> LETTER 38. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0100"> LETTER 39. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0101"> LETTER 41. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0102"> LETTER 42. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0103"> LETTER 43. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0104"> LETTER 44. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0105"> LETTER 46. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0106"> LETTER 47. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0107"> LETTER 48. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0108"> LETTER 49. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0109"> LETTER 50. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0110"> LETTER 51. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0111"> LETTER 52. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0112"> LETTER 53. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0113"> LETTER 54. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0114"> LETTER 55. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0115"> LETTER 56. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0116"> LETTER 57. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0117"> LETTER 58. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0118"> LETTER 59. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0119"> LETTER 61. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0120"> LETTER 62. </a>
      </p>
      <p class="toc">
        <a href="#link2H_4_0121"> LETTER 63. </a>
      </p>
    </blockquote>
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    <p>
      <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF">
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    </p>
    <h2>
      PREFACE
    </h2>
    <p>
      The history of the publication of the Journal to Stella is somewhat
      curious. On Swift's death twenty-five of the letters, forming the closing
      portion of the series, fell into the hands of Dr. Lyon, a clergyman who
      had been in charge of Swift for some years. The letters passed to a man
      named Wilkes, who sold them for publication. They accordingly appeared in
      1766 in the tenth volume of Dr. Hawkesworth's quarto edition of Swift's
      works; but the editor made many changes in the text, including a
      suppression of most of the "little language." The publishers, however,
      fortunately for us, were public-spirited enough to give the manuscripts
      (with one exception) to the British Museum, where, after many years, they
      were examined by John Forster, who printed in his unfinished "Life of
      Swift" numerous passages from the originals, showing the manner in which
      the text had been tampered with by Hawkesworth. Swift himself, too, in his
      later years, obliterated many words and sentences in the letters, and
      Forster was able to restore not a few of these omissions. His zeal,
      however, sometimes led him to make guesses at words which are quite
      undecipherable. Besides Forster's work, I have had the benefit of the
      careful collation made by Mr. Ryland for his edition of 1897. Where these
      authorities differ I have usually found myself in agreement with Mr.
      Ryland, but I have felt justified in accepting some of Forster's readings
      which were rejected by him as uncertain; and the examination of the
      manuscripts has enabled me to make some additions and corrections of my
      own. Swift's writing is extremely small, and abounds in abbreviations. The
      difficulty of arriving at the true reading is therefore considerable,
      apart from the erasures.
    </p>
    <p>
      The remainder of the Journal, consisting of the first forty letters, was
      published in 1768 by Deane Swift, Dr. Swift's second cousin. These letters
      had been given to Mrs. Whiteway in 1788, and by her to her son-in-law,
      Deane Swift. The originals have been lost, with the exception of the
      first, which, by some accident, is in the British Museum; but it is
      evident that Deane Swift took even greater liberties with the text than
      Hawkesworth. He substituted for "Ppt" the word "Stella," a name which
      Swift seems not to have used until some years later; he adopted the name
      "Presto" for Swift, and in other ways tried to give a greater literary
      finish to the letters. The whole of the correspondence was first brought
      together, under the title of the "Journal to Stella", in Sheridan's
      edition of 1784.
    </p>
    <p>
      Previous editions of the Journal have been but slightly annotated. Swift's
      letters abound with allusions to people of all classes with whom he came
      in contact in London, and to others known to Esther Johnson in Ireland;
      and a large proportion of these persons have been passed over in discreet
      silence by Sir Walter Scott and others. The task of the annotator has, of
      course, been made easier of late years by the publication of contemporary
      journals and letters, and of useful works of reference dealing with
      Parliament, the Army, the Church, the Civil Service, and the like, besides
      the invaluable Dictionary of National Biography. I have also been assisted
      by a collection of MS. notes kindly placed at my disposal by Mr. Thomas
      Seccombe. I have aimed at brevity and relevance, but it is hoped that the
      reader will find all the information that is necessary. Here and there a
      name has baffled research, but I have been able to give definite
      particulars of a very large number of people&mdash;noblemen and ladies in
      society in London or Dublin, Members of Parliament, doctors, clergymen,
      Government officials, and others who have hitherto been but names to the
      reader of the Journal. I have corrected a good many errors in the older
      notes, but in dealing with so large a number of persons, some of whom it
      is difficult to identify, I cannot hope that I myself have escaped
      pitfalls.
    </p>
    <p>
      G. A. A. <br /> <br />
    </p>
    <hr />
    <p>
      <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_INTR" id="link2H_INTR">
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    </p>
    <h2>
      INTRODUCTION.
    </h2>
    <p>
      When Swift began to write the letters known as the Journal to Stella, he
      was forty-two years of age, and Esther Johnson twenty-nine. Perhaps the
      most useful introduction to the correspondence will be a brief setting
      forth of what is known of their friendship from Stella's childhood, the
      more specially as the question has been obscured by many assertions and
      theories resting on a very slender basis of fact.
    </p>
    <p>
      Jonathan Swift, born in 1667 after his father's death, was educated by his
      uncle Godwin, and after a not very successful career at Trinity College,
      Dublin, went to stay with his mother, Abigail Erick, at Leicester. Mrs.
      Swift feared that her son would fall in love with a girl named Betty
      Jones, but, as Swift told a friend, he had had experience enough "not to
      think of marriage till I settle my fortune in the world, which I am sure
      will not be in some years; and even then, I am so hard to please that I
      suppose I shall put it off to the other world." Soon afterwards an opening
      for Swift presented itself. Sir William Temple, now living in retirement
      at Moor Park, near Farnham, had been, like his father, Master of the Irish
      Rolls, and had thus become acquainted with Swift's uncle Godwin. Moreover,
      Lady Temple was related to Mrs. Swift, as Lord Orrery tells us. Thanks to
      these facts, the application to Sir William Temple was successful, and
      Swift went to live at Moor Park before the end of 1689. There he read to
      Temple, wrote for him, and kept his accounts, and growing into confidence
      with his employer, "was often trusted with matters of great importance."
      The story&mdash;afterwards improved upon by Lord Macaulay&mdash;that Swift
      received only 20 pounds and his board, and was not allowed to sit at table
      with his master, is wholly untrustworthy. Within three years of their
      first intercourse, Temple had introduced his secretary to William the
      Third, and sent him to London to urge the King to consent to a bill for
      triennial Parliaments.
    </p>
    <p>
      When Swift took up his residence at Moor Park he found there a little girl
      of eight, daughter of a merchant named Edward Johnson, who had died young.
      Swift says that Esther Johnson was born on March 18, 1681; in the parish
      register of Richmond,(1) which shows that she was baptized on March 20,
      1680-81, her name is given as Hester; but she signed her will "Esther,"
      the name by which she was always known. Swift says, "Her father was a
      younger brother of a good family in Nottinghamshire, her mother of a lower
      degree; and indeed she had little to boast in her birth." Mrs. Johnson had
      two children, Esther and Ann, and lived at Moor Park as companion to Lady
      Giffard, Temple's widowed sister. Another member of the household,
      afterwards to be Esther's constant companion, was Rebecca Dingley, a
      relative of the Temple family.(2) She was a year or two older than Swift.
    </p>
    <p>
      The lonely young man of twenty-two was both playfellow and teacher of the
      delicate child of eight. How he taught her to write has been charmingly
      brought before us in the painting exhibited by Miss Dicksee at the Royal
      Academy a few years ago; he advised her what books to read, and instructed
      her, as he says, "in the principles of honour and virtue, from which she
      never swerved in any one action or moment of her life."
    </p>
    <p>
      By 1694 Swift had grown tired of his position, and finding that Temple,
      who valued his services, was slow in finding him preferment, he left Moor
      Park in order to carry out his resolve to go into the Church. He was
      ordained, and obtained the prebend of Kilroot, near Belfast, where he
      carried on a flirtation with a Miss Waring, whom he called Varina. But in
      May 1696 Temple made proposals which induced Swift to return to Moor Park,
      where he was employed in preparing Temple's memoirs and correspondence for
      publication, and in supporting the side taken by Temple in the Letters of
      Phalaris controversy by writing The Battle of the Books, which was,
      however, not published until 1704. On his return to Temple's house, Swift
      found his old playmate grown from a sickly child into a girl of fifteen,
      in perfect health. She came, he says, to be "looked upon as one of the
      most beautiful, graceful, and agreeable young women in London, only a
      little too fat. Her hair was blacker than a raven, and every feature of
      her face in perfection."
    </p>
    <p>
      On his death in January 1699, Temple left a will,(3) dated 1694, directing
      the payment of 20 pounds each, with half a year's wages, to Bridget
      Johnson "and all my other servants"; and leaving a lease of some land in
      Monistown, County Wicklow, to Esther Johnson, "servant to my sister
      Giffard." By a codicil of February 1698, Temple left 100 pounds to "Mr.
      Jonathan Swift, now living with me." It may be added that by her will of
      1722, proved in the following year, Lady Giffard gave 20 pounds to Mrs.
      Moss&mdash;Mrs. Bridget Johnson, who had married Richard Mose or Moss,
      Lady Giffard's steward. The will proceeds: "To Mrs. Hester (sic) Johnson I
      give 10 pounds, with the 100 pounds I put into the Exchequer for her life
      and my own, and declare the 100 pounds to be hers which I am told is there
      in my name upon the survivorship, and for which she has constantly sent
      over her certificate and received the interest. I give her besides my two
      little silver candlesticks."
    </p>
    <p>
      Temple left in Swift's hands the task of publishing his posthumous works,
      a duty which afterwards led to a quarrel with Lady Giffard and other
      members of the family. Many years later Swift told Lord Palmerston that he
      stopped at Moor Park solely for the benefit of Temple's conversation and
      advice, and the opportunity of pursuing his studies. At Temple's death he
      was "as far to seek as ever." In the summer of 1699, however, he was
      offered and accepted the post of secretary and chaplain to the Earl of
      Berkeley, one of the Lords Justices, but when he reached Ireland he found
      that the secretaryship had been given to another. He soon, however,
      obtained the living of Laracor, Agher, and Rathbeggan, and the prebend of
      Dunlavin in St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin. The total value of these
      preferments was about 230 pounds a year, an income which Miss Waring seems
      to have thought enough to justify him in marrying. Swift's reply to the
      lady whom he had "singled out at first from the rest of women" could only
      have been written with the intention of breaking off the connection, and
      accordingly we hear no more of poor Varina.
    </p>
    <p>
      At Laracor, a mile or two from Trim, and twenty miles from Dublin, Swift
      ministered to a congregation of about fifteen persons, and had abundant
      leisure for cultivating his garden, making a canal (after the Dutch
      fashion of Moor Park), planting willows, and rebuilding the vicarage. As
      chaplain to Lord Berkeley, he spent much of his time in Dublin. He was on
      intimate terms with Lady Berkeley and her daughters, one of whom is best
      known by her married name of Lady Betty Germaine; and through them he had
      access to the fashionable society of Dublin. When Lord Berkeley returned
      to England in April 1701, Swift, after taking his Doctor's degree at
      Dublin, went with him, and soon afterwards published, anonymously, a
      political pamphlet, A Discourse on the Contests and Dissentions in Athens
      and Rome. When he returned to Ireland in September he was accompanied by
      Stella&mdash;to give Esther Johnson the name by which she is best known&mdash;and
      her friend Mrs. Dingley. Stella's fortune was about 1500 pounds, and the
      property Temple had left her was in County Wicklow. Swift, very much for
      his "own satisfaction, who had few friends or acquaintance in Ireland,"
      persuaded Stella&mdash;now twenty years old&mdash;that living was cheaper
      there than in England, and that a better return was obtainable on money.
      The ladies took his advice, and made Ireland their home. At first they
      felt themselves strangers in Dublin; "the adventure looked so like a
      frolic," Swift says, "the censure held for some time as if there were a
      secret history in such a removal: which however soon blew off by her
      excellent conduct." Swift took every step that was possible to avoid
      scandal. When he was away, the ladies occupied his rooms; when he
      returned, they went into their own lodgings. When he was absent, they
      often stopped at the vicarage at Laracor, but if he were there, they moved
      to Trim, where they visited the vicar, Dr. Raymond, or lived in lodgings
      in the town or neighbourhood. Swift was never with Stella except in the
      presence of a third person, and in 1726 he said that he had not seen her
      in a morning "these dozen years, except once or twice in a journey."
    </p>
    <p>
      During a visit to England in the winter of 1703-4 we find Swift in
      correspondence with the Rev. William Tisdall, a Dublin incumbent whom he
      had formerly known at Belfast. Tisdall was on friendly terms with Stella
      and Mrs. Dingley, and Swift sent messages to them through him. "Pray put
      them upon reading," he wrote, "and be always teaching something to Mrs.
      Johnson, because she is good at comprehending, remembering and retaining."
      But the correspondence soon took a different turn. Tisdall paid his
      addresses to Stella, and charged Swift with opposing his suit. Tisdall's
      letters are missing, but Swift's reply of April 20, 1704, puts things
      sufficiently clearly. "My conjecture is," he says, "that you think I
      obstructed your inclinations to please my own, and that my intentions were
      the same with yours. In answer to all which I will, upon my conscience and
      honour, tell you the naked truth. First, I think I have said to you before
      that, if my fortunes and humour served me to think of that state, I should
      certainly, among all persons upon earth, make your choice; because I never
      saw that person whose conversation I entirely valued but hers; this was
      the utmost I ever gave way to. And secondly, I must assure you sincerely
      that this regard of mine never once entered into my head to be an
      impediment to you." He had thought Tisdall not rich enough to marry; "but
      the objection of your fortune being removed, I declare I have no other;
      nor shall any consideration of my own misfortune, in losing so good a
      friend and companion as her, prevail on me, against her interest and
      settlement in the world, since it is held so necessary and convenient a
      thing for ladies to marry, and that time takes off from the lustre of
      virgins in all other eyes but mine. I appeal to my letters to herself
      whether I was your friend or not in the whole concern, though the part I
      designed to act in it was purely passive." He had even thought "it could
      not be decently broken," without disadvantage to the lady's credit, since
      he supposed it was known to the town; and he had always spoken of her in a
      manner far from discouraging. Though he knew many ladies of rank, he had
      "nowhere met with an humour, a wit, or conversation so agreeable, a better
      portion of good sense, or a truer judgment of men or things." He envied
      Tisdall his prudence and temper, and love of peace and settlement, "the
      reverse of which has been the great uneasiness of my life, and is likely
      to continue so."
    </p>
    <p>
      This letter has been quoted at some length because of its great
      importance. It is obviously capable of various interpretations, and some,
      like Dr. Johnson, have concluded that Swift was resolved to keep Stella in
      his power, and therefore prevented an advantageous match by making
      unreasonable demands. I cannot see any ground for this interpretation,
      though it is probable that Tisdall's appearance as a suitor was
      sufficiently annoying. There is no evidence that Stella viewed Tisdall's
      proposal with any favour, unless it can be held to be furnished by Swift's
      belief that the town thought&mdash;rightly or wrongly&mdash;that there was
      an engagement. In any case, there could be no mistake in future with
      regard to Swift's attitude towards Stella. She was dearer to him than
      anyone else, and his feeling for her would not change, but for marriage he
      had neither fortune nor humour. Tisdall consoled himself by marrying
      another lady two years afterwards; and though for a long time Swift
      entertained for him feelings of dislike, in later life their relations
      improved, and Tisdall was one of the witnesses to Swift's will.
    </p>
    <p>
      The Tale of a Tub was published in 1704, and Swift was soon in constant
      intercourse with Addison and the other wits. While he was in England in
      1705, Stella and Mrs. Dingley made a short visit to London. This and a
      similar visit in 1708 are the only occasions on which Stella is known to
      have left Ireland after taking up her residence in that country. Swift's
      influence over women was always very striking. Most of the toasts of the
      day were his friends, and he insisted that any lady of wit and quality who
      desired his acquaintance should make the first advances. This, he says&mdash;writing
      in 1730&mdash;had been an established rule for over twenty years. In 1708
      a dispute on this question with one toast, Mrs. Long, was referred for
      settlement to Ginckel Vanhomrigh, the son of the house where it was
      proposed that the meeting should take place; and by the decision&mdash;which
      was in Swift's favour&mdash;"Mrs. Vanhomrigh and her fair daughter Hessy"
      were forbidden to aid Mrs. Long in her disobedience for the future. This
      is the first that we hear of Hester or Esther Vanhomrigh, who was
      afterwards to play so marked a part in the story of Swift's life. Born on
      February 14, 1690, she was now eighteen. Her father, Bartholomew
      Vanhomrigh, a Dublin merchant of Dutch origin, had died in 1703, leaving
      his wife a fortune of some sixteen thousand pounds. On the income from
      this money Mrs. Vanhomrigh, with her two daughters, Hester and Mary, were
      able to mix in fashionable society in London. Swift was introduced to them
      by Sir Andrew Fountaine early in 1708, but evidently Stella did not make
      their acquaintance, nor indeed hear much, if anything, of them until the
      time of the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift's visit to London in 1707-9 had for its object the obtaining for the
      Irish Church of the surrender by the Crown of the First-Fruits and
      Twentieths, which brought in about 2500 pounds a year. Nothing came of
      Swift's interviews with the Whig statesmen, and after many disappointments
      he returned to Laracor (June 1709), and conversed with none but Stella and
      her card-playing friends, and Addison, now secretary to Lord Wharton.(4)
      Next year came the fall of the Whigs, and a request to Swift from the
      Irish bishops that he would renew the application for the First-Fruits, in
      the hope that there would be greater success with the Tories. Swift
      reached London in September 1710, and began the series of letters, giving
      details of the events of each day, which now form the Journal to Stella.
      "I will write something every day to MD," he says, "and make it a sort of
      journal; and when it is full I will send it, whether MD writes or no; and
      so that will be pretty; and I shall always be in conversation with MD, and
      MD with Presto." It is interesting to note that by way of caution these
      letters were usually addressed to Mrs. Dingley, and not to Stella.
    </p>
    <p>
      The story of Swift's growing intimacy with the Tory leaders, of the
      success of his mission, of the increasing coolness towards older
      acquaintances, and of his services to the Government, can best be read in
      the Journal itself. In the meantime the intimacy with the Vanhomrighs grew
      rapidly. They were near neighbours of Swift's, and in a few weeks after
      his arrival in town we find frequent allusions to the dinners at their
      house (where he kept his best gown and periwig), sometimes with the
      explanation that he went there "out of mere listlessness," or because it
      was wet, or because another engagement had broken down. Only thrice does
      he mention the "eldest daughter": once on her birthday; once on the
      occasion of a trick played him, when he received a message that she was
      suddenly very ill ("I rattled off the daughter"); and once to state that
      she was come of age, and was going to Ireland to look after her fortune.
      There is evidence that "Miss Essy," or Vanessa, to give her the name by
      which she will always be known, was in correspondence with Swift in July
      1710&mdash;while he was still in Ireland&mdash;and in the spring of
      1711;(5) and early in 1711 Stella seems to have expressed surprise at
      Swift's intimacy with the family, for in February he replied, "You say
      they are of no consequence; why, they keep as good female company as I do
      male; I see all the drabs of quality at this end of the town with them."
      In the autumn Swift seems to have thought that Vanessa was keeping company
      with a certain Hatton, but Mrs. Long&mdash;possibly meaning to give him a
      warning hint&mdash;remarked that if this were so "she is not the girl I
      took her for; but to me she seems melancholy."
    </p>
    <p>
      In 1712 occasional letters took the place of the daily journal to "MD,"
      but there is no change in the affectionate style in which Swift wrote. In
      the spring he had a long illness, which affected him, indeed, throughout
      the year. Other reasons which he gives for the falling off in his
      correspondence are his numerous business engagements, and the hope of
      being able to send some good news of an appointment for himself. There is
      only one letter to Stella between July 19 and September 15, and Dr.
      Birkbeck Hill argues that the poem "Cadenus and Vanessa" was composed at
      that time.(6) If this be so, it must have been altered next year, because
      it was not until 1713 that Swift was made a Dean. Writing on April 19,
      1726, Swift said that the poem "was written at Windsor near fourteen years
      ago, and dated: it was a task performed on a frolic among some ladies, and
      she it was addressed to died some time ago in Dublin, and on her death the
      copy shewn by her executor." Several copies were in circulation, and he
      was indifferent what was done with it; it was "only a cavalier business,"
      and if those who would not give allowances were malicious, it was only
      what he had long expected.
    </p>
    <p>
      From this letter it would appear that this remarkable poem was written in
      the summer of 1712; whereas the title-page of the pamphlet says it was
      "written at Windsor, 1713." Swift visited Windsor in both years, but he
      had more leisure in 1712, and we know that Vanessa was also at Windsor in
      that year. In that year, too, he was forty-four, the age mentioned in the
      poem. Neither Swift nor Vanessa forgot this intercourse: years afterwards
      Swift wrote to her, "Go over the scenes of Windsor.... Cad thinks often of
      these"; and again, "Remember the indisposition at Windsor." We know that
      this poem was revised in 1719, when in all probability Swift added the
      lines to which most exception can be taken. Cadenus was to be Vanessa's
      instructor:&mdash;
    </p>
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     "His conduct might have made him styled
      A father, and the nymph his child."
</pre>
    <p>
      He had "grown old in politics and wit," and "in every scene had kept his
      heart," so that he now "understood not what was love." But he had written
      much, and Vanessa admired his wit. Cadenus found that her thoughts
      wandered&mdash;
    </p>
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     "Though she seemed to listen more
      To all he spoke than e'er before."
</pre>
    <p>
      When she confessed her love, he was filled with "shame, disappointment,
      guilt, surprise." He had aimed only at cultivating the mind, and had
      hardly known whether she was young or old. But he was flattered, and
      though he could not give her love, he offered her friendship, "with
      gratitude, respect, esteem." Vanessa took him at his word, and said she
      would now be tutor, though he was not apt to learn:&mdash;
    </p>
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     "But what success Vanessa met
      Is to the world a secret yet.
      Whether the nymph to please her swain
      Talks in a high romantic strain;
      Or whether he at last descends
      To act with less seraphic ends;
      Or, to compound the business, whether
      They temper love and books together,
      Must never to mankind be told,
      Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold."
</pre>
    <p>
      Such is the poem as we now have it, written, it must be remembered, for
      Vanessa's private perusal. It is to be regretted, for her own sake, that
      she did not destroy it.
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift received the reward of his services to the Government&mdash;the
      Deanery of St. Patrick's, Dublin&mdash;in April 1713. Disappointed at what
      he regarded as exile, he left London in June. Vanessa immediately began to
      send him letters which brought home to him the extent of her passion; and
      she hinted at jealousy in the words, "If you are very happy, it is
      ill-natured of you not to tell me so, except 'tis what is inconsistent
      with my own." In his reply Swift dwelt upon the dreariness of his
      surroundings at Laracor, and reminded her that he had said he would
      endeavour to forget everything in England, and would write as seldom as he
      could.
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift was back again in the political strife in London in September,
      taking Oxford's part in the quarrel between that statesman and
      Bolingbroke. On the fall of the Tories at the death of Queen Anne, he saw
      that all was over, and retired to Ireland, not to return again for twelve
      years. In the meantime the intimacy with Vanessa had been renewed. Her
      mother had died, leaving debts, and she pressed Swift for advice in the
      management of her affairs. When she suggested coming to Ireland, where she
      had property, he told her that if she took this step he would "see her
      very seldom." However, she took up her abode at Celbridge, only a few
      miles from Dublin. Swift gave her many cautions, out of "the perfect
      esteem and friendship" he felt for her, but he often visited her. She was
      dissatisfied, however, begging him to speak kindly, and at least to
      counterfeit his former indulgent friendship. "What can be wrong," she
      wrote, "in seeing and advising an unhappy young woman? You cannot but know
      that your frowns make my life unsupportable." Sometimes he treated the
      matter lightly; sometimes he showed annoyance; sometimes he assured her of
      his esteem and love, but urged her not to make herself or him "unhappy by
      imaginations." He was uniformly unsuccessful in stopping Vanessa's
      importunity. He endeavoured, she said, by severities to force her from
      him; she knew she was the cause of uneasy reflections to him; but nothing
      would lessen her "inexpressible passion."
    </p>
    <p>
      Unfortunately he failed&mdash;partly no doubt from mistaken considerations
      of kindness, partly because he shrank from losing her affection&mdash;to
      take effective steps to put an end to Vanessa's hopes. It would have been
      better if he had unhesitatingly made it clear to her that he could not
      return her passion, and that if she could not be satisfied with friendship
      the intimacy must cease. To quote Sir Henry Craik, "The friendship had
      begun in literary guidance: it was strengthened by flattery: it lived on a
      cold and almost stern repression, fed by confidences as to literary
      schemes, and by occasional literary compliments: but it never came to have
      a real hold over Swift's heart."
    </p>
    <p>
      With 1716 we come to the alleged marriage with Stella. In 1752, seven
      years after Swift's death, Lord Orrery, in his Remarks on Swift, said that
      Stella was "the concealed, but undoubted, wife of Dr. Swift.... If my
      informations are right, she was married to Dr. Swift in the year 1716, by
      Dr. Ashe, then Bishop of Clogher." Ten years earlier, in 1742, in a letter
      to Deane Swift which I have not seen quoted before, Orrery spoke of the
      advantage of a wife to a man in his declining years; "nor had the Dean
      felt a blow, or wanted a companion, had he been married, or, in other
      words, had Stella lived." What this means is not at all clear. In 1754,
      Dr. Delany, an old friend of Swift's, wrote, in comment upon Orrery's
      Remarks, "Your account of his marriage is, I am satisfied, true." In 1789,
      George Monck Berkeley, in his Literary Relics, said that Swift and Stella
      were married by Dr. Ashe, "who himself related the circumstances to Bishop
      Berkeley, by whose relict the story was communicated to me." Dr. Ashe
      cannot have told Bishop Berkeley by word of mouth, because Ashe died in
      1717, the year after the supposed marriage, and Berkeley was then still
      abroad. But Berkeley was at the time tutor to Ashe's son, and may
      therefore have been informed by letter, though it is difficult to believe
      that Ashe would write about such a secret so soon after the event. Thomas
      Sheridan, on information received from his father, Dr. Sheridan, Swift's
      friend, accepted the story of the marriage in his book (1784), adding
      particulars which are of very doubtful authenticity; and Johnson, in his
      Lives of the Poets, says that Dr. Madden told him that Stella had related
      her "melancholy story" to Dr. Sheridan before her death. On the other
      hand, Dr. Lyon, Swift's attendant in his later years, disbelieved the
      story of the marriage, which was, he said, "founded only on hearsay"; and
      Mrs. Dingley "laughed at it as an idle tale," founded on suspicion.
    </p>
    <p>
      Sir Henry Craik is satisfied with the evidence for the marriage. Mr.
      Leslie Stephen is of opinion that it is inconclusive, and Forster could
      find no evidence that is at all reasonably sufficient; while Mr. Stanley
      Lane-Poole, Mr. Churton Collins, and others are strongly of opinion that
      no such marriage ever took place. A full discussion of the evidence would
      involve the consideration of the reliability of the witnesses, and the
      probability of their having authentic information, and would be out of
      place here. My own opinion is that the evidence for the marriage is very
      far from convincing, and this view seems to be confirmed by all that we
      know from his own letters of Swift's relations with Stella. It has been
      suggested that she was pained by reports of Swift's intercourse with
      Vanessa, and felt that his feelings towards herself were growing colder;
      but this is surmise, and no satisfactory explanation has been given to
      account for a form of marriage being gone through after so many years of
      the closest friendship. There is no reason to suppose that there was at
      the time any gossip in circulation about Stella, and if her reputation was
      in question, a marriage of which the secret was carefully kept would
      obviously be of no benefit to her. Moreover, we are told that there was no
      change in their mode of life; if they were married, what reason could
      there be for keeping it a secret, or for denying themselves the closer
      relationship of marriage? The only possible benefit to Stella was that
      Swift would be prevented marrying anyone else. It is impossible, of
      course, to disprove a marriage which we are told was secretly performed,
      without banns or licence or witnesses; but we may reasonably require
      strong evidence for so startling a step. If we reject the tale, the story
      of Swift's connection with Stella is at least intelligible; while the
      acceptance of this marriage introduces many puzzling circumstances, and
      makes it necessary to believe that during the remainder of Stella's life
      Swift repeatedly spoke of his wife as a friend, and of himself as one who
      had never married.(7) What right have we to put aside Swift's plain and
      repeated statements? Moreover, his attitude towards Vanessa for the
      remaining years of her life becomes much more culpable if we are to
      believe that he had given Stella the claim of a wife upon him.(8)
    </p>
    <p>
      From 1719 onwards we have a series of poems to Stella, written chiefly in
      celebration of her birthday. She was now thirty-eight (Swift says,
      "Thirty-four&mdash;we shan't dispute a year or more"), and the verses
      abound in laughing allusions to her advancing years and wasting form. Hers
      was "an angel's face a little cracked," but all men would crowd to her
      door when she was fourscore. His verses to her had always been
    </p>
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     "Without one word of Cupid's darts,
      Of killing eyes, or bleeding hearts;
      With friendship and esteem possessed,
      I ne'er admitted Love a guest."
</pre>
    <p>
      Her only fault was that she could not bear the lightest touch of blame.
      Her wit and sense, her loving care in illness&mdash;to which he owed that
      fact that he was alive to say it&mdash;made her the "best pattern of true
      friends." She replied, in lines written on Swift's birthday in 1721, that
      she was his pupil and humble friend. He had trained her judgment and
      refined her fancy and taste:&mdash;
    </p>
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     "You taught how I might youth prolong
      By knowing what was right and wrong;
      How from my heart to bring supplies
      Of lustre to my fading eyes;
      How soon a beauteous mind repairs
      The loss of changed or falling hairs;
      How wit and virtue from within
      Send out a smoothness o'er the skin
      Your lectures could my fancy fix,
      And I can please at thirty-six."
</pre>
    <p>
      In 1723 Vanessa is said to have written to Stella or to Swift&mdash;there
      are discrepancies in the versions given by Sheridan and Lord Orrery, both
      of whom are unreliable&mdash;asking whether the report that they were
      married was true. Swift, we are told, rode to Celbridge, threw down
      Vanessa's letter in a great rage, and left without speaking a word.(9)
      Vanessa, whose health had been failing for some time, died shortly
      afterwards, having cancelled a will in Swift's favour. She left "Cadenus
      and Vanessa" for publication, and when someone said that she must have
      been a remarkable woman to inspire such a poem, Stella replied that it was
      well known that the Dean could write finely upon a broomstick.
    </p>
    <p>
      Soon after this tragedy Swift became engrossed in the Irish agitation
      which led to the publication of the Drapier's Letters, and in 1726 he paid
      a long-deferred visit to London, taking with him the manuscript of
      Gulliver's Travels. While in England he was harassed by bad news of
      Stella, who had been in continued ill-health for some years. His letters
      to friends in Dublin show how greatly he suffered. To the Rev. John
      Worrall he wrote, in a letter which he begged him to burn, "What you tell
      me of Mrs. Johnson I have long expected with great oppression and
      heaviness of heart. We have been perfect friends these thirty-five years.
      Upon my advice they both came to Ireland, and have been ever since my
      constant companions; and the remainder of my life will be a very
      melancholy scene, when one of them is gone, whom I most esteemed, upon the
      score of every good quality that can possibly recommend a human creature."
      He would not for the world be present at her death: "I should be a trouble
      to her, and a torment to myself." If Stella came to Dublin, he begged that
      she might be lodged in some airy, healthy part, and not in the Deanery,
      where too it would be improper for her to die. "There is not a greater
      folly," he thinks, "than to contract too great and intimate a friendship,
      which must always leave the survivor miserable." To Dr. Stopford he wrote
      in similar terms of the "younger of the two" "oldest and dearest friends I
      have in the world." "This was a person of my own rearing and instructing
      from childhood, who excelled in every good quality that can possibly
      accomplish a human creature.... I know not what I am saying; but believe
      me that violent friendship is much more lasting and as much engaging as
      violent love." To Dr. Sheridan he said, "I look upon this to be the
      greatest event that can ever happen to me; but all my preparation will not
      suffice to make me bear it like a philosopher nor altogether like a
      Christian. There hath been the most intimate friendship between us from
      our childhood, and the greatest merit on her side that ever was in one
      human creature towards another."(10) Pope alludes in a letter to Sheridan
      to the illness of Swift's "particular friend," but with the exception of
      another reference by Pope, and of a curiously flippant remark by
      Bolingbroke, the subject is nowhere mentioned in Swift's correspondence
      with his literary and fashionable friends in London.
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift crossed to Ireland in August, fearing the worst; but Stella rallied,
      and in the spring of 1727 he returned to London. In August, however, there
      came alarming news, when Swift was himself suffering from giddiness and
      deafness. To Dr. Sheridan he wrote that the last act of life was always a
      tragedy at best: "it is a bitter aggravation to have one's best friend go
      before one." Life was indifferent to him; if he recovered from his
      disorder it would only be to feel the loss of "that person for whose sake
      only life was worth preserving. I brought both those friends over that we
      might be happy together as long as God should please; the knot is broken,
      and the remaining person you know has ill answered the end; and the other,
      who is now to be lost, is all that was valuable." To Worrall he again
      wrote (in Latin) that Stella ought not to be lodged at the Deanery; he had
      enemies who would place a bad interpretation upon it if she died there.
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift left London for Dublin in September; he was detained some days at
      Holyhead by stress of weather, and in the private journal which he kept
      during that time he speaks of the suspense he was in about his "dearest
      friend."(11) In December Stella made a will&mdash;signed "Esther Johnson,
      spinster"&mdash;disposing of her property in the manner Swift had
      suggested. Her allusions to Swift are incompatible with any such feeling
      of resentment as is suggested by Sheridan. She died on January 28, 1728.
      Swift could not bear to be present, but on the night of her death he began
      to write his very interesting Character of Mrs. Johnson, from which
      passages have already been quoted. He there calls her "the truest, most
      virtuous and valuable friend that I, or perhaps any other person, was ever
      blessed with." Combined with excellent gifts of the mind, "she had a
      gracefulness, somewhat more than human, in every motion, word, and action.
      Never was so happy a conjunction of civility, freedom, easiness, and
      sincerity." Everyone treated her with marked respect, yet everyone was at
      ease in her society. She preserved her wit, judgment, and vivacity to the
      last, but often complained of her memory. She chose men rather than women
      for her companions, "the usual topic of ladies' discourse being such as
      she had little knowledge of and less relish." "Honour, truth, liberality,
      good nature, and modesty were the virtues she chiefly possessed, and most
      valued in her acquaintance." In some Prayers used by Swift during her last
      sickness, he begged for pity for "the mournful friends of Thy distressed
      servant, who sink under the weight of her present condition, and the fear
      of losing the most valuable of our friends." He was too ill to be present
      at the funeral at St. Patrick's. Afterwards, we are told, a lock of her
      hair was found in his desk, wrapped in a paper bearing the words, "Only a
      woman's hair."
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift continued to produce pamphlets manifesting growing misanthropy,
      though he showed many kindnesses to people who stood in need of help. He
      seems to have given Mrs. Dingley fifty guineas a year, pretending that it
      came from a fund for which he was trustee. The mental decay which he had
      always feared&mdash;"I shall be like that tree," he once said, "I shall
      die at the top"&mdash;became marked about 1738. Paralysis was followed by
      aphasia, and after acute pain, followed by a long period of apathy, death
      relieved him in October 1745. He was buried by Stella's side, in
      accordance with his wishes. The bulk of his fortune was left to found a
      hospital for idiots and lunatics.
    </p>
    <p>
      There has been much rather fruitless discussion respecting the reason or
      reasons why Swift did not marry Stella; for if there was any marriage, it
      was nothing more than a form. Some have supposed that Swift resolved to
      remain unmarried because the insanity of an uncle and the fits and
      giddiness to which he was always subject led him to fear insanity in his
      own case. Others, looking rather to physical causes, have dwelt upon his
      coldness of temperament and indisposition to love; upon the repugnance he
      often showed towards marriage, and the tone of some of the verses on the
      subject written in his later years. Others, again, have found a cause in
      his parsimonious habits, in his dread of poverty, the effects of which he
      had himself felt, and in the smallness of his income, at least until he
      was middle-aged.(12) It may well be that one or all of these things
      influenced Swift's action. We cannot say more. He himself, as we have
      seen, said, as early as 1704, that if his humour and means had permitted
      him to think of marriage, his choice would have been Stella. Perhaps,
      however, there is not much mystery in the matter. Swift seems to have been
      wanting in passion; probably he was satisfied with the affection which
      Stella gave him, and did not wish for more. Such an attachment as his
      usually results in marriage, but not necessarily. It is not sufficiently
      remembered that the affection began in Stella's childhood. They were
      "perfect friends" for nearly forty years, and her advancing years in no
      way lessened his love, which was independent of beauty. Whether Stella was
      satisfied, who shall say? Mrs. Oliphant thought that few women would be
      disposed to pity Stella, or think her life one of blight or injury. Mr.
      Leslie Stephen says, "She might and probably did regard his friendship as
      a full equivalent for the sacrifice.... Is it better to be the most
      intimate friend of a man of genius or the wife of a commonplace Tisdall?"
      Whatever we may surmise, there is nothing to prove that she was
      disappointed. She was the one star which brightened Swift's storm-tossed
      course; it is well that she was spared seeing the wreck at the end.
    </p>
    <p>
      The Journal to Stella is interesting from many points of view: for its
      bearing upon Swift's relations with Stella and upon his own character; for
      the light which it throws upon the history of the time and upon prominent
      men of the day; and for the illustrations it contains of the social life
      of people of various classes in London and elsewhere. The fact that it was
      written without any thought of publication is one of its greatest
      attractions. Swift jotted down his opinions, his hopes, his
      disappointments, without thought of their being seen by anybody but his
      correspondents. The letters are transparently natural. It has been said
      more than once that the Journal, by the nature of the case, contains no
      full-length portraits, and hardly any sketches. Swift mentions the people
      he met, but rarely stops to draw a picture of them. But though this is
      true, the casual remarks which he makes often give a vivid impression of
      what he thought of the person of whom he is speaking, and in many cases
      those few words form a chief part of our general estimate of the man.
      There are but few people of note at the time who are not mentioned in
      these pages. We see Queen Anne holding a Drawing-room in her bedroom: "she
      looked at us round with her fan in her mouth, and once a minute said about
      three words to some that were nearest her." We see Harley, afterwards the
      Earl of Oxford, "a pure trifler," who was always putting off important
      business; Bolingbroke, "a thorough rake"; the prudent Lord Dartmouth, the
      other Secretary of State, from whom Swift could never "work out a dinner."
      There is Marlborough, "covetous as Hell, and ambitious as the prince of
      it," yet a great general and unduly pressed by the Tories; and the
      volatile Earl of Peterborough, "above fifty, and as active as one of
      five-and-twenty"&mdash;"the ramblingest lying rogue on earth." We meet
      poor Congreve, nearly blind, and in fear of losing his commissionership;
      the kindly Arbuthnot, the Queen's physician; Addison, whom Swift met more
      and more rarely, busy with the preparation and production of Cato; Steele,
      careless as ever, neglecting important appointments, and "governed by his
      wife most abominably"; Prior, poet and diplomatist, with a "lean carcass";
      and young Berkeley of Trinity College, Dublin, "a very ingenious man and
      great philosopher," whom Swift determined to favour as much as he could.
      Mrs. Masham, the Duchess of Somerset, the Duchess of Shrewsbury, the
      Duchess of Hamilton, Lady Betty Germaine, and many other ladies appear
      with more or less distinctness; besides a host of people of less note, of
      whom we often know little but what Swift tells us.
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift throws much light, too, on the daily life of his time. The bellman
      on his nightly rounds, calling "Paaast twelvvve o'clock"; the dinner at
      three, or at the latest, four; the meetings at coffee-houses; the
      book-sales; the visit to the London sights&mdash;the lions at the Tower,
      Bedlam, the tombs in Westminster Abbey, and the puppet-show; the terrible
      Mohocks, of whom Swift stood in so much fear; the polite "howdees" sent to
      friends by footmen; these and more are all described in the Journal. We
      read of curious habits and practices of fashionable ladies; of the snuff
      used by Mrs. Dingley and others; of the jokes&mdash;"bites," puns, and the
      like&mdash;indulged in by polite persons. When Swift lodged at Chelsea, he
      reached London either by boat, or by coach,&mdash;which was sometimes full
      when he wanted it,&mdash;or by walking across the "Five Fields," not
      without fear of robbers at night. The going to or from Ireland was a
      serious matter; after the long journey by road came the voyage (weather
      permitting) of some fifteen hours, with the risk of being seized or
      pursued by French privateers; and when Ireland was reached the roads were
      of the worst. We have glimpses of fashionable society in Dublin, of the
      quiet life at Laracor and Trim, and of the drinking of the waters at
      Wexford, where visitors had to put up with primitive arrangements: "Mrs.
      Dingley never saw such a place in her life."
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift's own characteristics come out in the clearest manner in the
      Journal, which gives all his hopes and fears during three busy years. He
      was pleased to find on his arrival in London how great a value was set on
      his friendship by both political parties: "The Whigs were ravished to see
      me, and would lay hold on me as a twig while they are drowning;" but
      Godolphin's coldness enraged him, so that he was "almost vowing
      vengeance." Next day he talked treason heartily against the Whigs, their
      baseness and ingratitude, and went home full of schemes of revenge. "The
      Tories drily tell me I may make my fortune, if I please; but I do not
      understand them, or rather, I DO understand them." He realised that the
      Tories might not be more grateful than others, but he thought they were
      pursuing the true interests of the public, and was glad to contribute what
      was in his power. His vanity was gratified by Harley inviting him to the
      private dinners with St. John and Harcourt which were given on Saturdays,
      and by their calling him Jonathan; but he did not hope too much from their
      friendship: "I said I believed they would leave me Jonathan, as they found
      me... but I care not."
    </p>
    <p>
      Of Swift's frugal habits there is abundant evidence in the Journal. When
      he came to town he took rooms on a first floor, "a dining-room and
      bed-chamber, at eight shillings a week; plaguy dear, but I spend nothing
      for eating, never go to a tavern, and very seldom in a coach; yet after
      all it will be expensive." In November he mentions that he had a fire: "I
      am spending my second half-bushel of coals." In another place he says,
      "People have so left the town, that I am at a loss for a dinner.... It
      cost me eighteenpence in coach-hire before I could find a place to dine
      in." Elsewhere we find: "This paper does not cost me a farthing: I have it
      from the Secretary's office." He often complains of having to take a coach
      owing to the dirty condition of the streets: "This rain ruins me in
      coach-hire; I walked away sixpennyworth, and came within a shilling
      length, and then took a coach, and got a lift back for nothing."(13)
    </p>
    <p>
      Swift's arrogance&mdash;the arrogance, sometimes, of a man who is morbidly
      suspicious that he may be patronised&mdash;is shown in the manner in which
      he speaks of the grand ladies with whom he came in contact. He calls the
      Duke of Ormond's daughters "insolent drabs," and talks of his "mistress,
      Ophy Butler's wife, who is grown a little charmless." When the Duchess of
      Shrewsbury reproached him for not dining with her, Swift said that was not
      so soon done; he expected more advances from ladies, especially duchesses.
      On another occasion he was to have supped at Lady Ashburnham's, "but the
      drab did not call for us in her coach, as she promised, but sent for us,
      and so I sent my excuses." The arrogance was, however, often only on the
      surface. It is evident that Swift was very kind in many cases. He felt
      deeply for Mrs. Long in her misfortunes, living and dying in an obscure
      country town. On the last illness of the poet Harrison he says, "I am very
      much afflicted for him, as he is my own creature.... I was afraid to knock
      at the door; my mind misgave me." He was "heartily sorry for poor Mrs.
      Parnell's death; she seemed to be an excellent good-natured young woman,
      and I believe the poor lad is much afflicted; they appeared to live
      perfectly well together." Afterwards he helped Parnell by introducing him
      to Bolingbroke and Oxford. He found kind words for Mrs. Manley in her
      illness, and Lady Ashburnham's death was "extremely moving.... She was my
      greatest favourite, and I am in excessive concern for her loss." Lastly,
      he was extraordinarily patient towards his servant Patrick, who drank,
      stopped out at night, and in many ways tried Swift's temper. There were
      good points about Patrick, but no doubt the great consideration which
      Swift showed him was due in part to the fact that he was a favourite of
      the ladies in Dublin, and had Mrs. Vanhomrigh to intercede for him.
    </p>
    <p>
      But for the best example of the kindly side of Swift's nature, we must
      turn to what he tells us in the Journal about Stella herself. The "little
      language" which Swift used when writing to her was the language he
      employed when playing with Stella as a little child at Moor Park.
      Thackeray, who was not much in sympathy with Swift, said that he knew of
      "nothing more manly, more tender, more exquisitely touching, than some of
      these notes." Swift says that when he wrote plainly, he felt as if they
      were no longer alone, but "a bad scrawl is so snug it looks like a PMD."
      In writing his fond and playful prattle, he made up his mouth "just as if
      he were speaking it."(14)
    </p>
    <p>
      Though Mrs. Dingley is constantly associated with Stella in the
      affectionate greetings in the Journal, she seems to have been included
      merely as a cloak to enable him to express the more freely his affection
      for her companion. Such phrases as "saucy girls," "sirrahs," "sauceboxes,"
      and the like, are often applied to both; and sometimes Swift certainly
      writes as if the one were as dear to him as the other; thus we find,
      "Farewell, my dearest lives and delights, I love you better than ever, if
      possible, as hope saved, I do, and ever will.... I can count upon nothing,
      nor will, but upon MD's love and kindness.... And so farewell, dearest MD,
      Stella, Dingley, Presto, all together, now and for ever, all together."
      But as a rule, notwithstanding Swift's caution, the greetings intended for
      Stella alone are easily distinguishable in tone. He often refers to her
      weak eyes and delicate health. Thus he writes, "The chocolate is a
      present, madam, for Stella. Don't read this, you little rogue, with your
      little eyes; but give it to Dingley, pray now; and I will write as plain
      as the skies." And again, "God Almighty bless poor Stella, and her eyes
      and head: what shall we do to cure them, poor dear life?" Or, "Now to
      Stella's little postscript; and I am almost crazed that you vex yourself
      for not writing. Can't you dictate to Dingley, and not strain your dear
      little eyes? I am sure 'tis the grief of my soul to think you are out of
      order." They had been keeping his birthday; Swift wished he had been with
      them, rather than in London, where he had no manner of pleasure: "I say
      Amen with all my heart and vitals, that we may never be asunder again ten
      days together while poor Presto lives." A few days later he says, "I wish
      I were at Laracor, with dear charming MD," and again, "Farewell, dearest
      beloved MD, and love poor poor Presto, who has not had one happy day since
      he left you." "I will say no more, but beg you to be easy till Fortune
      takes his course, and to believe MD's felicity is the great goal I aim at
      in all my pursuits." "How does Stella look, Madam Dingley?" he asks;
      "pretty well, a handsome young woman still? Will she pass in a crowd? Will
      she make a figure in a country church?" Elsewhere he writes, on receipt of
      a letter, "God Almighty bless poor dear Stella, and send her a great many
      birthdays, all happy and healthy and wealthy, and with me ever together,
      and never asunder again, unless by chance.... I can hardly imagine you
      absent when I am reading your letter or writing to you. No, faith, you are
      just here upon this little paper, and therefore I see and talk with you
      every evening constantly, and sometimes in the morning." The letters lay
      under Swift's pillow, and he fondled them as if he were caressing Stella's
      hand.
    </p>
    <p>
      Of Stella herself we naturally have no direct account in the Journal, but
      we hear a good deal of her life in Ireland, and can picture what she was.
      Among her friends in and about Trim and Laracor were Dr. Raymond, the
      vicar of Trim, and his wife, the Garret Wesleys, the Percevals, and Mr.
      Warburton, Swift's curate. At Dublin there were Archdeacon Walls and his
      family; Alderman Stoyte, his wife and sister-in-law; Dean Sterne and the
      Irish Postmaster-General, Isaac Manley. For years these friends formed a
      club which met in Dublin at each other's houses, to sup and play cards
      ("ombre and claret, and toasted oranges"), and we have frequent allusions
      to Stella's indifferent play, and the money which she lost, much to Mrs.
      Dingley's chagrin: "Poor Dingley fretted to see Stella lose that four and
      elevenpence t'other night." Mrs. Dingley herself could hardly play well
      enough to hold the cards while Stella went into the next room. If at
      dinner the mutton was underdone, and "poor Stella cannot eat, poor dear
      rogue," then "Dingley is so vexed." Swift was for ever urging Stella to
      walk and ride; she was "naturally a stout walker," and "Dingley would do
      well enough if her petticoats were pinned up." And we see Stella setting
      out on and returning from her ride, with her riband and mask: "Ah, that
      riding to Laracor gives me short sighs as well as you," he says; "all the
      days I have passed here have been dirt to those."
    </p>
    <p>
      If the Journal shows us some of Swift's less attractive qualities, it
      shows still more how great a store of humour, tenderness, and affection
      there was in him. In these letters we see his very soul; in his literary
      work we are seldom moved to anything but admiration of his wit and genius.
      Such daily outpourings could never have been written for publication, they
      were meant only for one who understood him perfectly; and everything that
      we know of Stella&mdash;her kindliness, her wit, her vivacity, her loyalty&mdash;shows
      that she was worthy of the confidence.
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      LETTER 1.(1)
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      CHESTER, Sept. 2, 1710.
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    <p>
      Joe(2) will give you an account of me till I got into the boat; after
      which the rogues made a new bargain, and forced me to give them two
      crowns, and talked as if we should not be able to overtake any ship: but
      in half an hour we got to the yacht; for the ships lay by (to) wait for my
      Lord Lieutenant's steward. We made our voyage in fifteen hours just. Last
      night I came to this town, and shall leave it, I believe, on Monday. The
      first man I met in Chester was Dr. Raymond.(3) He and Mrs. Raymond were
      here about levying a fine, in order to have power to sell their estate.
      They have found everything answer very well. They both desire to present
      their humble services to you: they do not think of Ireland till next year.
      I got a fall off my horse, riding here from Parkgate,(4) but no hurt; the
      horse understanding falls very well, and lying quietly till I get up. My
      duty to the Bishop of Clogher.(5) I saw him returning from Dunleary; but
      he saw not me. I take it ill he was not at Convocation, and that I have
      not his name to my powers.(6) I beg you will hold your resolution of going
      to Trim, and riding there as much as you can. Let the Bishop of Clogher
      remind the Bishop of Killala(7) to send me a letter, with one enclosed to
      the Bishop of Lichfield.(8) Let all who write to me, enclose to Richard
      Steele, Esq., at his office at the Cockpit, near Whitehall.(9) But not MD;
      I will pay for their letters at St. James's Coffee-house,(10) that I may
      have them the sooner. My Lord Mountjoy(11) is now in the humour that we
      should begin our journey this afternoon; so that I have stole here again
      to finish this letter, which must be short or long accordingly. I write
      this post to Mrs. Wesley,(12) and will tell her, that I have taken care
      she may have her bill of one hundred and fifteen pounds whenever she
      pleases to send for it; and in that case I desire you will send it her
      enclosed and sealed, and have it ready so, in case she should send for it:
      otherwise keep it. I will say no more till I hear whether I go to-day or
      no: if I do, the letter is almost at an end. My cozen Abigail is grown
      prodigiously old. God Almighty bless poo dee richar MD; and, for God's
      sake, be merry, and get oo health. I am perfectly resolved to return as
      soon as I have done my commission, whether it succeeds or no. I never went
      to England with so little desire in my life. If Mrs. Curry(13) makes any
      difficulty about the lodgings, I will quit them and pay her from July 9
      last, and Mrs. Brent(14) must write to Parvisol(15) with orders
      accordingly. The post is come from London, and just going out; so I have
      only time to pray God to bless poor richr MD FW FW MD MD ME ME ME.
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      LETTER 2.
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      LONDON, Sept. 9, 1710.
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    <p>
      Got here last Thursday,(1) after five days' travelling, weary the first,
      almost dead the second, tolerable the third, and well enough the rest; and
      am now glad of the fatigue, which has served for exercise; and I am at
      present well enough. The Whigs were ravished to see me, and would lay hold
      on me as a twig while they are drowning,(2) and the great men making me
      their clumsy apologies, etc. But my Lord Treasurer(3) received me with a
      great deal of coldness, which has enraged me so, I am almost vowing
      revenge. I have not yet gone half my circle; but I find all my
      acquaintance just as I left them. I hear my Lady Giffard(4) is much at
      Court, and Lady Wharton(5) was ridiculing it t'other day; so I have lost a
      friend there. I have not yet seen her, nor intend it; but I will contrive
      to see Stella's mother(6) some other way. I writ to the Bishop of Clogher
      from Chester; and I now write to the Archbishop of Dublin.(7) Everything
      is turning upside down; every Whig in great office will, to a man, be
      infallibly put out; and we shall have such a winter as hath not been seen
      in England. Everybody asks me, how I came to be so long in Ireland, as
      naturally as if here were my being; but no soul offers to make it so: and
      I protest I shall return to Dublin, and the Canal at Laracor,(8) with more
      satisfaction than ever I did in my life. The Tatler(9) expects every day
      to be turned out of his employment; and the Duke of Ormond,(10) they say,
      will be Lieutenant of Ireland. I hope you are now peaceably in
      Presto's(11) lodgings; but I resolve to turn you out by Christmas; in
      which time I shall either do my business, or find it not to be done. Pray
      be at Trim by the time this letter comes to you; and ride little Johnson,
      who must needs be now in good case. I have begun this letter unusually, on
      the post-night, and have already written to the Archbishop; and cannot
      lengthen this. Henceforth I will write something every day to MD, and make
      it a sort of journal; and when it is full, I will send it, whether MD
      writes or no; and so that will be pretty: and I shall always be in
      conversation with MD, and MD with Presto. Pray make Parvisol pay you the
      ten pounds immediately; so I ordered him. They tell me I am grown fatter,
      and look better; and, on Monday, Jervas(12) is to retouch my picture. I
      thought I saw Jack Temple(13) and his wife pass by me to-day in their
      coach; but I took no notice of them. I am glad I have wholly shaken off
      that family. Tell the Provost,(14) I have obeyed his commands to the Duke
      of Ormond; or let it alone, if you please. I saw Jemmy Leigh(15) just now
      at the Coffee-house, who asked after you with great kindness: he talks of
      going in a fortnight to Ireland. My service to the Dean,(16) and Mrs.
      Walls, and her Archdeacon.(17) Will Frankland's(18) wife is near bringing
      to-bed, and I have promised to christen the child. I fancy you had my
      Chester letter the Tuesday after I writ. I presented Dr. Raymond to Lord
      Wharton(19) at Chester. Pray let me know when Joe gets his money.(20) It
      is near ten, and I hate to send by the bellman.(21) MD shall have a longer
      letter in a week, but I send this only to tell I am safe in London; and so
      farewell, etc.
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      LETTER 3.
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      LONDON, Sept. 9, 1710.
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    <p>
      After seeing the Duke of Ormond, dining with Dr. Cockburn,(1) passing some
      part of the afternoon with Sir Matthew Dudley(2) and Will Frankland, the
      rest at St. James's Coffee-house, I came home, and writ to the Archbishop
      of Dublin and MD, and am going to bed. I forgot to tell you, that I begged
      Will Frankland to stand Manley's(3) friend with his father in this shaking
      season for places. He told me, his father was in danger to be out; that
      several were now soliciting for Manley's place; that he was accused of
      opening letters; that Sir Thomas Frankland(4) would sacrifice everything
      to save himself; and in that, I fear, Manley is undone, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. To-day I dined with Lord Mountjoy at Kensington; saw my mistress, Ophy
      Butler's(5) wife, who is grown a little charmless. I sat till ten in the
      evening with Addison and Steele: Steele will certainly lose his
      Gazetteer's place, all the world detesting his engaging in parties.(6) At
      ten I went to the Coffee-house, hoping to find Lord Radnor,(7) whom I had
      not seen. He was there; and for an hour and a half we talked treason
      heartily against the Whigs, their baseness and ingratitude. And I am come
      home, rolling resentments in my mind, and framing schemes of revenge: full
      of which (having written down some hints) I go to bed. I am afraid MD
      dined at home, because it is Sunday; and there was the little half-pint of
      wine: for God's sake, be good girls, and all will be well. Ben Tooke(8)
      was with me this morning.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Seven, morning. I am rising to go to Jervas to finish my picture, and
      'tis shaving-day, so good-morrow MD; but don't keep me now, for I can't
      stay; and pray dine with the Dean, but don't lose your money. I long to
      hear from you, etc.&mdash;Ten at night. I sat four hours this morning to
      Jervas, who has given my picture quite another turn, and now approves it
      entirely; but we must have the approbation of the town. If I were rich
      enough, I would get a copy of it, and bring it over. Mr. Addison and I
      dined together at his lodgings, and I sat with him part of this evening;
      and I am now come home to write an hour. Patrick(9) observes, that the
      rabble here are much more inquisitive in politics than in Ireland. Every
      day we expect changes, and the Parliament to be dissolved. Lord Wharton
      expects every day to be out: he is working like a horse for elections;
      and, in short, I never saw so great a ferment among all sorts of people. I
      had a miserable letter from Joe last Saturday, telling me Mr. Pratt(10)
      refuses payment of his money. I have told it Mr. Addison, and will to Lord
      Wharton; but I fear with no success. However, I will do all I can.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. To-day I presented Mr. Ford(11) to the Duke of Ormond; and paid my
      first visit to Lord President,(12) with whom I had much discourse; but put
      him always off when he began to talk of Lord Wharton in relation to me,
      till he urged it: then I said, he knew I never expected anything from Lord
      Wharton, and that Lord Wharton knew that I understood it so. He said that
      he had written twice to Lord Wharton about me, who both times said nothing
      at all to that part of his letter. I am advised not to meddle in the
      affair of the First-Fruits, till this hurry is a little over, which still
      depends, and we are all in the dark. Lord President told me he expects
      every day to be out, and has done so these two months. I protest, upon my
      life, I am heartily weary of this town, and wish I had never stirred.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I went this morning to the city, to see Mr. Stratford the Hamburg
      merchant, my old schoolfellow;(13) but calling at Bull's(14) on Ludgate
      Hill, he forced me to his house at Hampstead to dinner among a great deal
      of ill company; among the rest Mr. Hoadley,(15) the Whig clergyman, so
      famous for acting the contrary part to Sacheverell:(16) but tomorrow I
      design again to see Stratford. I was glad, however, to be at Hampstead,
      where I saw Lady Lucy(17) and Moll Stanhope. I hear very unfortunate news
      of Mrs. Long;(18) she and her comrade(19) have broke up house, and she is
      broke for good and all, and is gone to the country: I should be extremely
      sorry if this be true.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. To-day, I saw Patty Rolt,(20) who heard I was in town; and I dined
      with Stratford at a merchant's in the city, where I drank the first Tokay
      wine I ever saw; and it is admirable, yet not to the degree I expected.
      Stratford is worth a plum,(21) and is now lending the Government forty
      thousand pounds; yet we were educated together at the same school and
      university.(22) We hear the Chancellor(23) is to be suddenly out, and Sir
      Simon Harcourt(24) to succeed him: I am come early home, not caring for
      the Coffee-house.
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    <p>
      15. To-day Mr. Addison, Colonel Freind,(25) and I, went to see the million
      lottery(26) drawn at Guildhall. The jackanapes of bluecoat boys gave
      themselves such airs in pulling out the tickets, and showed white hands
      open to the company, to let us see there was no cheat. We dined at a
      country-house near Chelsea, where Mr. Addison often retires; and to-night,
      at the Coffee-house, we hear Sir Simon Harcourt is made Lord Keeper; so
      that now we expect every moment the Parliament will be dissolved; but I
      forgot that this letter will not go in three or four days, and that my
      news will be stale, which I should therefore put in the last paragraph.
      Shall I send this letter before I hear from MD, or shall I keep it to
      lengthen? I have not yet seen Stella's mother, because I will not see Lady
      Giffard; but I will contrive to go there when Lady Giffard is abroad. I
      forgot to mark my two former letters; but I remember this is Number 3, and
      I have not yet had Number 1 from MD; but I shall by Monday, which I reckon
      will be just a fortnight after you had my first. I am resolved to bring
      over a great deal of china. I loved it mightily to-day.(27) What shall I
      bring?
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      16. Morning. Sir John Holland,(28) Comptroller of the Household, has sent
      to desire my acquaintance: I have a mind to refuse him, because he is a
      Whig, and will, I suppose, be out among the rest; but he is a man of worth
      and learning. Tell me, do you like this journal way of writing? Is it not
      tedious and dull?
    </p>
    <p>
      Night. I dined to-day with a cousin, a printer,(29) where Patty Rolt
      lodges, and then came home, after a visit or two; and it has been a very
      insipid day. Mrs. Long's misfortune is confirmed to me; bailiffs were in
      her house; she retired to private lodgings; thence to the country, nobody
      knows where: her friends leave letters at some inn, and they are carried
      to her; and she writes answers without dating them from any place. I
      swear, it grieves me to the soul.
    </p>
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      17. To-day I dined six miles out of town, with Will Pate,(30) the learned
      woollen-draper; Mr. Stratford went with me; six miles here is nothing: we
      left Pate after sunset, and were here before it was dark. This letter
      shall go on Tuesday, whether I hear from MD or no. My health continues
      pretty well; pray God Stella may give me a good account of hers! and I
      hope you are now at Trim, or soon designing it. I was disappointed
      to-night: the fellow gave me a letter, and I hoped to see little MD's
      hand; and it was only to invite me to a venison pasty to-day: so I lost my
      pasty into the bargain. Pox on these declining courtiers! Here is Mr.
      Brydges,(31) the Paymaster-General, desiring my acquaintance; but I hear
      the Queen sent Lord Shrewsbury(32) to assure him he may keep his place;
      and he promises me great assistance in the affair of the First-Fruits.
      Well, I must turn over this leaf to-night, though the side would hold
      another line; but pray consider this is a whole sheet; it holds a plaguy
      deal, and you must be content to be weary; but I'll do so no more. Sir
      Simon Harcourt is made Attorney-General, and not Lord Keeper.
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      18. To-day I dined with Mr. Stratford at Mr. Addison's retirement near
      Chelsea; then came to town; got home early, and began a letter to the
      Tatler,(33) about the corruptions of style and writing, etc., and, having
      not heard from you, am resolved this letter shall go to-night. Lord
      Wharton was sent for to town in mighty haste, by the Duke of
      Devonshire:(34) they have some project in hand; but it will not do, for
      every hour we expect a thorough revolution, and that the Parliament will
      be dissolved. When you see Joe, tell him Lord Wharton is too busy to mind
      any of his affairs; but I will get what good offices I can from Mr.
      Addison, and will write to-day to Mr. Pratt; and bid Joe not to be
      discouraged, for I am confident he will get the money under any
      Government; but he must have patience.
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      19. I have been scribbling this morning, and I believe shall hardly fill
      this side to-day, but send it as it is; and it is good enough for naughty
      girls that won't write to a body, and to a good boy like Presto. I thought
      to have sent this to-night, but was kept by company, and could not; and,
      to say the truth, I had a little mind to expect one post more for a letter
      from MD. Yesterday at noon died the Earl of Anglesea,(35) the great
      support of the Tories; so that employment of Vice-Treasurer of Ireland is
      again vacant. We were to have been great friends, and I could hardly have
      a loss that could grieve me more. The Bishop of Durham(36) died the same
      day. The Duke of Ormond's daughter(37) was to visit me to-day at a third
      place by way of advance,(38) and I am to return it to-morrow. I have had a
      letter from Lady Berkeley, begging me for charity to come to Berkeley
      Castle, for company to my lord,(39) who has been ill of a dropsy; but I
      cannot go, and must send my excuse to-morrow. I am told that in a few
      hours there will be more removals.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. To-day I returned my visits to the Duke's daughters;(40) the insolent
      drabs came up to my very mouth to salute me. Then I heard the report
      confirmed of removals; my Lord President Somers; the Duke of Devonshire,
      Lord Steward; and Mr. Boyle,(41) Secretary of State, are all turned out
      to-day. I never remember such bold steps taken by a Court: I am almost
      shocked at it, though I did not care if they were all hanged. We are
      astonished why the Parliament is not yet dissolved, and why they keep a
      matter of that importance to the last. We shall have a strange winter
      here, between the struggles of a cunning provoked discarded party, and the
      triumphs of one in power; of both which I shall be an indifferent
      spectator, and return very peaceably to Ireland, when I have done my part
      in the affair I am entrusted with, whether it succeeds or no. To-morrow I
      change my lodgings in Pall Mall for one in Bury Street,(42) where I
      suppose I shall continue while I stay in London. If anything happens
      tomorrow, I will add it.&mdash;Robin's Coffee-house.(43) We have great
      news just now from Spain; Madrid taken, and Pampeluna. I am here ever
      interrupted.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I have just received your letter, which I will not answer now; God be
      thanked all things are so well. I find you have not yet had my second: I
      had a letter from Parvisol, who tells me he gave Mrs. Walls a bill of
      twenty pounds for me, to be given to you; but you have not sent it. This
      night the Parliament is dissolved: great news from Spain; King Charles and
      Stanhope are at Madrid, and Count Staremberg has taken Pampeluna.
      Farewell. This is from St. James's Coffee-house. I will begin my answer to
      your letter to-night, but not send it this week. Pray tell me whether you
      like this journal way of writing.&mdash;I don't like your reasons for not
      going to Trim. Parvisol tells me he can sell your horse. Sell it, with a
      pox? Pray let him know that he shall sell his soul as soon. What? sell
      anything that Stella loves, and may sometimes ride? It is hers, and let
      her do as she pleases: pray let him know this by the first that you know
      goes to Trim. Let him sell my grey, and be hanged.
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      LETTER 4.
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      LONDON, Sept. 21, 1710.
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    <p>
      Here must I begin another letter, on a whole sheet, for fear saucy little
      MD should be angry, and think MUCH that the paper is too LITTLE. I had
      your letter this night, as told you just and no more in my last; for this
      must be taken up in answering yours, saucebox. I believe I told you where
      I dined to-day; and to-morrow I go out of town for two days to dine with
      the same company on Sunday; Molesworth(1) the Florence Envoy, Stratford,
      and some others. I heard to-day that a gentlewoman from Lady Giffard's
      house had been at the Coffee-house to inquire for me. It was Stella's
      mother, I suppose. I shall send her a penny-post letter(2) to-morrow, and
      contrive to see her without hazarding seeing Lady Giffard, which I will
      not do until she begs my pardon.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I dined to-day at Hampstead with Lady Lucy, etc., and when I got home
      found a letter from Joe, with one enclosed to Lord Wharton, which I will
      send to his Excellency, and second it as well as I can; but to talk of
      getting the Queen's order is a jest. Things are in such a combustion here,
      that I am advised not to meddle yet in the affair I am upon, which
      concerns the clergy of a whole kingdom; and does he think anybody will
      trouble the Queen about Joe? We shall, I hope, get a recommendation from
      the Lord Lieutenant to the trustees for the linen business, and I hope
      that will do; and so I will write to him in a few days, and he must have
      patience. This is an answer to part of your letter as well as his. I lied;
      it is to-morrow I go to the country, and I won't answer a bit more of your
      letter yet.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Here is such a stir and bustle with this little MD of ours; I must be
      writing every night; I can't go to bed without a word to them; I can't put
      out my candle till I have bid them good-night: O Lord, O Lord! Well, I
      dined the first time to-day, with Will Frankland and his fortune: she is
      not very handsome. Did I not say I would go out of town to-day? I hate
      lying abroad and clutter; I go tomorrow in Frankland's chariot, and come
      back at night. Lady Berkeley has invited me to Berkeley Castle, and Lady
      Betty Germaine(3) to Drayton in Northamptonshire; and I'll go to neither.
      Let me alone, I must finish my pamphlet. I have sent a long letter to
      Bickerstaff:(4) let the Bishop of Clogher smoke(5) it if he can. Well,
      I'll write to the Bishop of Killala; but you might have told him how
      sudden and unexpected my journey was though. Deuce take Lady S&mdash;-;
      and if I know D&mdash;-y, he is a rawboned-faced fellow, not handsome, nor
      visibly so young as you say: she sacrifices two thousand pounds a year,
      and keeps only six hundred. Well, you have had all my land journey in my
      second letter, and so much for that. So, you have got into Presto's
      lodgings; very fine, truly! We have had a fortnight of the most glorious
      weather on earth, and still continues: I hope you have made the best of
      it. Ballygall(6) will be a pure(7) good place for air, if Mrs. Ashe makes
      good her promise. Stella writes like an emperor: I am afraid it hurts your
      eyes; take care of that pray, pray, Mrs. Stella. Can't you do what you
      will with your own horse? Pray don't let that puppy Parvisol sell him.
      Patrick is drunk about three times a week, and I bear it, and he has got
      the better of me; but one of these days I will positively turn him off to
      the wide world, when none of you are by to intercede for him.&mdash;Stuff&mdash;how
      can I get her husband into the Charter-house? get a &mdash;&mdash; into
      the Charter-house.&mdash;Write constantly! Why, sirrah, don't I write
      every day, and sometimes twice a day to MD? Now I have answered all your
      letter, and the rest must be as it can be: send me my bill. Tell Mrs.
      Brent what I say of the Charter-house. I think this enough for one night;
      and so farewell till this time to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. To-day I dined six miles out of town at Will Pate's, with Stratford,
      Frankland, and the Molesworths,(8) and came home at night, and was weary
      and lazy. I can say no more now, but good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was so lazy to-day that I dined at next door,(9) and have sat at
      home since six, writing to the Bishop of Clogher, Dean Sterne, and Mr.
      Manley: the last, because I am in fear for him about his place, and have
      sent him my opinion, what I and his other friends here think he ought to
      do. I hope he will take it well. My advice was, to keep as much in favour
      as possible with Sir Thomas Frankland, his master here.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. Smoke how I widen the margin by lying in bed when I write. My bed lies
      on the wrong side for me, so that I am forced often to write when I am up.
      Manley, you must know, has had people putting in for his place already;
      and has been complained of for opening letters. Remember that last Sunday,
      September 24, 1710, was as hot as midsummer. This was written in the
      morning; it is now night, and Presto in bed. Here's a clutter, I have
      gotten MD's second letter, and I must answer it here. I gave the bill to
      Tooke, and so&mdash;Well, I dined to-day with Sir John Holland the
      Comptroller, and sat with him till eight; then came home, and sent my
      letters, and writ part of a lampoon,(10) which goes on very slow: and now
      I am writing to saucy MD; no wonder, indeed, good boys must write to
      naughty girls. I have not seen your mother yet; my penny-post letter, I
      suppose, miscarried: I will write another. Mr. S&mdash;&mdash; came to see
      me; and said M&mdash;&mdash; was going to the country next morning with
      her husband (who I find is a surly brute); so I could only desire my
      service to her.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. To-day all our company dined at Will Frankland's, with Steele and
      Addison too. This is the first rainy day since I came to town; I cannot
      afford to answer your letter yet. Morgan,(11) the puppy, writ me a long
      letter, to desire I would recommend him for purse-bearer or secretary to
      the next Lord Chancellor that would come with the next Governor. I will
      not answer him; but beg you will say these words to his father
      Raymond,(12) or anybody that will tell him: That Dr. Swift has received
      his letter; and would be very ready to serve him, but cannot do it in what
      he desires, because he has no sort of interest in the persons to be
      applied to. These words you may write, and let Joe, or Mr. Warburton,(13)
      give them to him: a pox on him! However, it is by these sort of ways that
      fools get preferment. I must not end yet, because I cannot say good-night
      without losing a line, and then MD would scold; but now, good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I have the finest piece of Brazil tobacco for Dingley that ever was
      born.(14) You talk of Leigh; why, he won't be in Dublin these two months:
      he goes to the country, then returns to London, to see how the world goes
      here in Parliament. Good-night, sirrahs; no, no, not night; I writ this in
      the morning, and looking carelessly I thought it had been of last night. I
      dined to-day with Mrs. Barton(15) alone at her lodgings; where she told me
      for certain, that Lady S&mdash;&mdash; was with child when she was last in
      England, and pretended a tympany, and saw everybody; then disappeared for
      three weeks, her tympany was gone, and she looked like a ghost, etc. No
      wonder she married when she was so ill at containing. Connolly(16) is out;
      and Mr. Roberts in his place, who loses a better here, but was formerly a
      Commissioner in Ireland. That employment cost Connolly three thousand
      pounds to Lord Wharton; so he has made one ill bargain in his life.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I wish MD a merry Michaelmas. I dined with Mr. Addison, and Jervas the
      painter, at Addison's country place; and then came home, and writ more to
      my lampoon. I made a Tatler since I came: guess which it is, and whether
      the Bishop of Clogher smokes it. I saw Mr. Sterne(17) to-day: he will do
      as you order, and I will give him chocolate for Stella's health. He goes
      not these three weeks. I wish I could send it some other way. So now to
      your letter, brave boys. I don't like your way of saving shillings:
      nothing vexes me but that it does not make Stella a coward in a coach.(18)
      I don't think any lady's advice about my ear signifies twopence: however I
      will, in compliance to you, ask Dr. Cockburn. Radcliffe(19) I know not,
      and Barnard(20) I never see. Walls will certainly be stingier for seven
      years, upon pretence of his robbery. So Stella puns again; why, 'tis well
      enough; but I'll not second it, though I could make a dozen: I never
      thought of a pun since I left Ireland.&mdash;Bishop of Clogher's bill?
      Why, he paid it to me; do you think I was such a fool to go without it? As
      for the four shillings, I will give you a bill on Parvisol for it on
      t'other side of this paper; and pray tear off the two letters I shall
      write to him and Joe, or let Dingley transcribe and send them; though that
      to Parvisol, I believe, he must have my hand for. No, no, I'll eat no
      grapes; I ate about six the other day at Sir John Holland's; but would not
      give sixpence for a thousand, they are so bad this year. Yes, faith, I
      hope in God Presto and MD will be together this time twelvemonth. What
      then? Last year I suppose I was at Laracor; but next I hope to eat my
      Michaelmas goose at my two little gooses' lodgings. I drink no aile (I
      suppose you mean ale); but yet good wine every day, of five and six
      shillings a bottle. O Lord, how much Stella writes! pray don't carry that
      too far, young women, but be temperate, to hold out. To-morrow I go to Mr.
      Harley.(21) Why, small hopes from the Duke of Ormond: he loves me very
      well, I believe, and would, in my turn, give me something to make me easy;
      and I have good interest among his best friends. But I don't think of
      anything further than the business I am upon. You see I writ to Manley
      before I had your letter, and I fear he will be out. Yes, Mrs. Owl,
      Bligh's corpse(22) came to Chester when I was there; and I told you so in
      my letter, or forgot it. I lodge in Bury Street, where I removed a week
      ago. I have the first floor, a dining-room, and bed-chamber, at eight
      shillings a week; plaguy deep, but I spend nothing for eating, never go to
      a tavern, and very seldom in a coach; yet after all it will be expensive.
      Why do you trouble yourself, Mistress Stella, about my instrument? I have
      the same the Archbishop gave me; and it is as good now the bishops are
      away. The Dean friendly! the Dean be poxed: a great piece of friendship
      indeed, what you heard him tell the Bishop of Clogher; I wonder he had the
      face to talk so: but he lent me money, and that's enough. Faith, I would
      not send this these four days, only for writing to Joe and Parvisol. Tell
      the Dean that when the bishops send me any packets, they must not write to
      me at Mr. Steele's; but direct for Mr. Steele, at his office at the
      Cockpit, and let the enclosed be directed for me: that mistake cost me
      eighteenpence the other day.
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    <p>
      30. I dined with Stratford to-day, but am not to see Mr. Harley till
      Wednesday: it is late, and I send this before there is occasion for the
      bell; because I would have Joe have his letter, and Parvisol too; which
      you must so contrive as not to cost them double postage. I can say no
      more, but that I am, etc.
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      LETTER 5.
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      LONDON, Sept. 30, 1710.
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    <p>
      Han't I brought myself into a fine praemunire,(1) to begin writing letters
      in whole sheets? and now I dare not leave it off. I cannot tell whether
      you like these journal letters: I believe they would be dull to me to read
      them over; but, perhaps, little MD is pleased to know how Presto passes
      his time in her absence. I always begin my last the same day I ended my
      former. I told you where I dined to-day at a tavern with Stratford:
      Lewis,(2) who is a great favourite of Harley's, was to have been with us;
      but he was hurried to Hampton Court, and sent his excuse; and that next
      Wednesday he would introduce me to Harley. 'Tis good to see what a
      lamentable confession the Whigs all make me of my ill usage: but I mind
      them not. I am already represented to Harley as a discontented person,
      that was used ill for not being Whig enough; and I hope for good usage
      from him. The Tories drily tell me, I may make my fortune, if I please;
      but I do not understand them&mdash;or rather, I do understand them.
    </p>
    <p>
      Oct. 1. To-day I dined at Molesworth's, the Florence Envoy; and sat this
      evening with my friend Darteneuf,(3) whom you have heard me talk of; the
      greatest punner of this town next myself. Have you smoked the Tatler that
      I writ?(4) It is much liked here, and I think it a pure(5) one. To-morrow
      I go with Delaval,(6) the Portugal Envoy, to dine with Lord Halifax near
      Hampton Court.(7) Your Manley's brother, a Parliament-man here, has gotten
      an employment;(8) and I am informed uses much interest to preserve his
      brother: and, to-day, I spoke to the elder Frankland to engage his father
      (Postmaster here); and I hope he will be safe, although he is cruelly
      hated by all the Tories of Ireland. I have almost finished my lampoon, and
      will print it for revenge on a certain great person.(9) It has cost me but
      three shillings in meat and drink since I came here, as thin as the town
      is. I laugh to see myself so disengaged in these revolutions. Well, I must
      leave off, and go write to Sir John Stanley,(10) to desire him to engage
      Lady Hyde as my mistress to engage Lord Hyde(11) in favour of Mr.
      Pratt.(12)
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    <p>
      2. Lord Halifax was at Hampton Court at his lodgings, and I dined with him
      there with Methuen,(13) and Delaval, and the late Attorney-General.(14) I
      went to the Drawing-room before dinner (for the Queen was at Hampton
      Court), and expected to see nobody; but I met acquaintance enough. I
      walked in the gardens, saw the cartoons of Raphael, and other things; and
      with great difficulty got from Lord Halifax, who would have kept me
      to-morrow to show me his house and park, and improvements. We left Hampton
      Court at sunset, and got here in a chariot and two horses time enough by
      starlight. That's something charms me mightily about London; that you go
      dine a dozen miles off in October, stay all day, and return so quickly:
      you cannot do anything like this in Dublin.(15) I writ a second penny post
      letter to your mother, and hear nothing of her. Did I tell you that Earl
      Berkeley died last Sunday was se'nnight, at Berkeley Castle, of a dropsy?
      Lord Halifax began a health to me to-day; it was the Resurrection of the
      Whigs, which I refused unless he would add their Reformation too and I
      told him he was the only Whig in England I loved, or had any good opinion
      of.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. This morning Stella's sister(16) came to me with a letter from her
      mother, who is at Sheen; but will soon be in town, and will call to see
      me: she gave me a bottle of palsy water,(17) a small one, and desired I
      would send it you by the first convenience, as I will; and she promises a
      quart bottle of the same: your sister looked very well, and seems a good
      modest sort of girl. I went then to Mr. Lewis, first secretary to Lord
      Dartmouth,(18) and favourite to Mr. Harley, who is to introduce me
      to-morrow morning. Lewis had with him one Mr. Dyot,(19) a Justice of
      Peace, worth twenty thousand pounds, a Commissioner of the Stamp Office,
      and married to a sister of Sir Philip Meadows,(20) Envoy to the Emperor. I
      tell you this, because it is odds but this Mr. Dyot will be hanged; for he
      is discovered to have counterfeited stamped paper, in which he was a
      Commissioner; and, with his accomplices, has cheated the Queen of a
      hundred thousand pounds. You will hear of it before this come to you, but
      may be not so particularly; and it is a very odd accident in such a man.
      Smoke Presto writing news to MD. I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy at
      Kensington, and walked from thence this evening to town like an emperor.
      Remember that yesterday, October 2, was a cruel hard frost, with ice; and
      six days ago I was dying with heat. As thin as the town is, I have more
      dinners than ever; and am asked this month by some people, without being
      able to come for pre-engagements. Well, but I should write plainer, when I
      consider Stella cannot read,(21) and Dingley is not so skilful at my ugly
      hand. I had tonight a letter from Mr. Pratt, who tells me Joe will have
      his money when there are trustees appointed by the Lord Lieutenant for
      receiving and disposing the linen fund; and whenever those trustees are
      appointed, I will solicit whoever is Lord Lieutenant, and am in no fear of
      succeeding. So pray tell or write him word, and bid him not be cast down;
      for Ned Southwell(22) and Mr. Addison both think Pratt in the right. Don't
      lose your money at Manley's to-night, sirrahs.
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    <p>
      4. After I had put out my candle last night, my landlady came into my
      room, with a servant of Lord Halifax, to desire I would go dine with him
      at his house near Hampton Court; but I sent him word, I had business of
      great importance that hindered me, etc. And to-day I was brought privately
      to Mr. Harley, who received me with the greatest respect and kindness
      imaginable: he has appointed me an hour on Saturday at four, afternoon,
      when I will open my business to him; which expression I would not use if I
      were a woman. I know you smoked it; but I did not till I writ it. I dined
      to-day at Mr. Delaval's, the Envoy for Portugal, with Nic Rowe(23) the
      poet, and other friends; and I gave my lampoon to be printed. I have more
      mischief in my heart; and I think it shall go round with them all, as this
      hits, and I can find hints. I am certain I answered your 2d letter, and
      yet I do not find it here. I suppose it was in my 4th: and why N. 2d, 3d;
      is it not enough to say, as I do, 1, 2, 3? etc. I am going to work at
      another Tatler:(24) I'll be far enough but I say the same thing over two
      or three times, just as I do when I am talking to little MD; but what care
      I? they can read it as easily as I can write it: I think I have brought
      these lines pretty straight again. I fear it will be long before I finish
      two sides at this rate. Pray, dear MD, when I occasionally give you any
      little commission mixed with my letters, don't forget it, as that to
      Morgan and Joe, etc., for I write just as I can remember, otherwise I
      would put them all together. I was to visit Mr. Sterne to-day, and give
      him your commission about handkerchiefs: that of chocolate I will do
      myself, and send it him when he goes, and you'll pay me when the GIVER'S
      BREAD,(25) etc. To-night I will read a pamphlet, to amuse myself. God
      preserve your dear healths!
    </p>
    <p>
      5. This morning Delaval came to see me, and we went together to
      Kneller's,(26) who was not in town. In the way we met the electors for
      Parliament-men:(27) and the rabble came about our coach, crying, "A Colt,
      a Stanhope," etc. We were afraid of a dead cat, or our glasses broken, and
      so were always of their side. I dined again at Delaval's; and in the
      evening, at the Coffee-house, heard Sir Andrew Fountaine(28) was come to
      town. This has been but an insipid sort of day, and I have nothing to
      remark upon it worth threepence: I hope MD had a better, with the Dean,
      the Bishop, or Mrs. Walls.(29) Why, the reason you lost four and
      eightpence last night but one at Manley's was, because you played bad
      games: I took notice of six that you had ten to one against you: Would any
      but a mad lady go out twice upon Manilio; Basto, and two small
      diamonds?(30) Then in that game of spades, you blundered when you had
      ten-ace; I never saw the like of you: and now you are in a huff because I
      tell you this. Well, here's two and eightpence halfpenny towards your
      loss.
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    <p>
      6. Sir Andrew Fountaine came this morning, and caught me writing in bed. I
      went into the city with him; and we dined at the Chop-house with Will
      Pate,(31) the learned woollen-draper: then we sauntered at China-shops(32)
      and booksellers; went to the tavern, drank two pints of white wine, and
      never parted till ten: and now I am come home, and must copy out some
      papers I intend for Mr. Harley, whom I am to see, as I told you, to-morrow
      afternoon; so that this night I shall say little to MD, but that I
      heartily wish myself with them, and will come as soon as I either fail, or
      compass my business. We now hear daily of elections; and, in a list I saw
      yesterday of about twenty, there are seven or eight more Tories than in
      the last Parliament; so that I believe they need not fear a majority, with
      the help of those who will vote as the Court pleases. But I have been told
      that Mr. Harley himself would not let the Tories be too numerous, for fear
      they should be insolent, and kick against him; and for that reason they
      have kept several Whigs in employments, who expected to be turned out
      every day; as Sir John Holland the Comptroller, and many others. And so
      get you gone to your cards, and your claret and orange, at the Dean's; and
      I'll go write.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I wonder when this letter will be finished: it must go by Tuesday,
      that's certain; and if I have one from MD before, I will not answer it,
      that's as certain too. 'Tis now morning, and I did not finish my papers
      for Mr. Harley last night; for you must understand Presto was sleepy, and
      made blunders and blots. Very pretty that I must be writing to young women
      in a morning fresh and fasting, faith. Well, good-morrow to you; and so I
      go to business, and lay aside this paper till night, sirrahs.&mdash;At
      night. Jack How(33) told Harley that if there were a lower place in hell
      than another, it was reserved for his porter, who tells lies so gravely,
      and with so civil a manner. This porter I have had to deal with, going
      this evening at four to visit Mr. Harley, by his own appointment. But the
      fellow told me no lie, though I suspected every word he said. He told me
      his master was just gone to dinner, with much company, and desired I would
      come an hour hence: which I did, expecting to hear Mr. Harley was gone
      out; but they had just done dinner. Mr. Harley came out to me, brought me
      in, and presented to me his son-in-law Lord Doblane(34) (or some such
      name) and his own son,(35) and, among others, Will Penn(36) the Quaker: we
      sat two hours drinking as good wine as you do; and two hours more he and I
      alone; where he heard me tell my business; entered into it with all
      kindness; asked for my powers, and read them; and read likewise a
      memorial(37) I had drawn up, and put it in his pocket to show the Queen;
      told me the measures he would take; and, in short, said everything I could
      wish: told me, he must bring Mr. St. John(38) (Secretary of State) and me
      acquainted; and spoke so many things of personal kindness and esteem for
      me, that I am inclined half to believe what some friends have told me,
      that he would do everything to bring me over. He has desired to dine with
      me (what a comical mistake was that!). I mean he has desired me to dine
      with him on Tuesday; and after four hours being with him, set me down at
      St. James's Coffee-house in a hackney-coach. All this is odd and comical,
      if you consider him and me. He knew my Christian name very well. I could
      not forbear saying thus much upon this matter, although you will think it
      tedious. But I'll tell you; you must know, 'tis fatal(39) to me to be a
      scoundrel and a prince the same day: for, being to see him at four, I
      could not engage myself to dine at any friend's; so I went to Tooke,(40)
      to give him a ballad, and dine with him; but he was not at home: so I was
      forced to go to a blind(41) chop-house, and dine for tenpence upon
      gill-ale,(42) bad broth, and three chops of mutton; and then go reeking
      from thence to the First Minister of State. And now I am going in charity
      to send Steele a Tatler, who is very low of late. I think I am civiller
      than I used to be; and have not used the expression of "you in Ireland"
      and "we in England" as I did when I was here before, to your great
      indignation.&mdash;They may talk of the you know what;(43) but, gad, if it
      had not been for that, I should never have been able to get the access I
      have had; and if that helps me to succeed, then that same thing will be
      serviceable to the Church. But how far we must depend upon new friends, I
      have learnt by long practice, though I think among great Ministers, they
      are just as good as old ones. And so I think this important day has made a
      great hole in this side of the paper; and the fiddle-faddles of tomorrow
      and Monday will make up the rest; and, besides, I shall see Harley on
      Tuesday before this letter goes.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I must tell you a great piece of refinement(44) of Harley. He charged
      me to come to him often: I told him I was loth to trouble him in so much
      business as he had, and desired I might have leave to come at his levee;
      which he immediately refused, and said, that was not a place for friends
      to come to. 'Tis now but morning; and I have got a foolish trick, I must
      say something to MD when I wake, and wish them a good-morrow; for this is
      not a shaving-day, Sunday, so I have time enough: but get you gone, you
      rogues, I must go write: Yes, 'twill vex me to the blood if any of these
      long letters should miscarry: if they do, I will shrink to half-sheets
      again; but then what will you do to make up the journal? there will be ten
      days of Presto's life lost; and that will be a sad thing, faith and troth.&mdash;At
      night. I was at a loss today for a dinner, unless I would have gone a
      great way, so I dined with some friends that board hereabout,(45) as a
      spunger;(46) and this evening Sir Andrew Fountaine would needs have me go
      to the tavern; where, for two bottles of wine, Portugal and Florence,
      among three of us, we had sixteen shillings to pay; but if ever he catches
      me so again, I'll spend as many pounds: and therefore I have it among my
      extraordinaries but we had a neck of mutton dressed a la Maintenon, that
      the dog could not eat: and it is now twelve o'clock, and I must go sleep.
      I hope this letter will go before I have MD's third. Do you believe me?
      and yet, faith, I long for MD's third too and yet I would have it to say,
      that I writ five for two. I am not fond at all of St. James's
      Coffee-house,(47) as I used to be. I hope it will mend in winter; but now
      they are all out of town at elections, or not come from their country
      houses. Yesterday I was going with Dr. Garth(48) to dine with Charles
      Main,(49) near the Tower, who has an employment there: he is of Ireland;
      the Bishop of Clogher knows him well: an honest, good-natured fellow, a
      thorough hearty laugher, mightily beloved by the men of wit: his mistress
      is never above a cook-maid. And so, good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I dined to-day at Sir John Stanley's; my Lady Stanley(50) is one of my
      favourites: I have as many here as the Bishop of Killala has in Ireland. I
      am thinking what scurvy company I shall be to MD when I come back: they
      know everything of me already: I will tell you no more, or I shall have
      nothing to say, no story to tell, nor any kind of thing. I was very uneasy
      last night with ugly, nasty, filthy wine, that turned sour on my stomach.
      I must go to the tavern: oh, but I told you that before. To-morrow I dine
      at Harley's, and will finish this letter at my return; but I can write no
      more now, because of the Archbishop: faith, 'tis true; for I am going now
      to write to him an account of what I have done in the business with
      Harley:(51) and, faith, young women, I'll tell you what you must count
      upon, that I never will write one word on the third side in these long
      letters.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. Poor MD's letter was lying so huddled up among papers, I could not
      find it: I mean poor Presto's letter. Well, I dined with Mr. Harley
      to-day, and hope some things will be done; but I must say no more: and
      this letter must be sent to the post-house, and not by the bellman.(52) I
      am to dine again there on Sunday next; I hope to some good issue. And so
      now, soon as ever I can in bed, I must begin my 6th to MD as gravely as if
      I had not written a word this month: fine doings, faith! Methinks I don't
      write as I should, because I am not in bed: see the ugly wide lines. God
      Almighty ever bless you, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Faith, this is a whole treatise; I'll go reckon the lines on the other
      sides. I've reckoned them.(53)
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      LETTER 6.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, Oct. 10, 1710.
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    <p>
      So, as I told you just now in the letter I sent half an hour ago, I dined
      with Mr. Harley to-day, who presented me to the Attorney-General, Sir
      Simon Harcourt, with much compliment on all sides, etc. Harley told me he
      had shown my memorial to the Queen, and seconded it very heartily; and he
      desires me to dine with him again on Sunday, when he promises to settle it
      with Her Majesty, before she names a Governor:(1) and I protest I am in
      hopes it will be done, all but the forms, by that time; for he loves the
      Church. This is a popular thing, and he would not have a Governor share in
      it; and, besides, I am told by all hands, he has a mind to gain me over.
      But in the letter I writ last post (yesterday) to the Archbishop, I did
      not tell him a syllable of what Mr. Harley said to me last night, because
      he charged me to keep it secret; so I would not tell it to you, but that,
      before this goes, I hope the secret will be over. I am now writing my
      poetical "Description of a Shower in London," and will send it to the
      Tatler.(2) This is the last sheet of a whole quire I have written since I
      came to town. Pray, now it comes into my head, will you, when you go to
      Mrs. Walls, contrive to know whether Mrs. Wesley(3) be in town, and still
      at her brother's, and how she is in health, and whether she stays in town.
      I writ to her from Chester, to know what I should do with her note; and I
      believe the poor woman is afraid to write to me: so I must go to my
      business, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. To-day at last I dined with Lord Mountrath,(4) and carried Lord
      Mountjoy, and Sir Andrew Fountaine with me; and was looking over them at
      ombre till eleven this evening like a fool: they played running ombre
      half-crowns; and Sir Andrew Fountaine won eight guineas of Mr. Coote;(5)
      so I am come home late, and will say but little to MD this night. I have
      gotten half a bushel of coals, and Patrick, the extravagant whelp, had a
      fire ready for me; but I picked off the coals before I went to bed. It is
      a sign London is now an empty place, when it will not furnish me with
      matter for above five or six lines in a day. Did you smoke in my last how
      I told you the very day and the place you were playing at ombre? But I
      interlined and altered a little, after I had received a letter from Mr.
      Manley, that said you were at it in his house, while he was writing to me;
      but without his help I guessed within one day. Your town is certainly much
      more sociable than ours. I have not seen your mother yet, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I dined to-day with Dr. Garth and Mr. Addison, at the Devil Tavern(6)
      by Temple Bar, and Garth treated; and 'tis well I dine every day, else I
      should be longer making out my letters: for we are yet in a very dull
      state, only inquiring every day after new elections, where the Tories
      carry it among the new members six to one. Mr. Addison's election(7) has
      passed easy and undisputed; and I believe if he had a mind to be chosen
      king, he would hardly be refused. An odd accident has happened at
      Colchester: one Captain Lavallin,(8) coming from Flanders or Spain, found
      his wife with child by a clerk of Doctors' Commons, whose trade, you know,
      it is to prevent fornications: and this clerk was the very same fellow
      that made the discovery of Dyot's(9) counterfeiting the stamp-paper.
      Lavallin has been this fortnight hunting after the clerk, to kill him; but
      the fellow was constantly employed at the Treasury, about the discovery he
      made: the wife had made a shift to patch up the business, alleging that
      the clerk had told her her husband was dead and other excuses; but t'other
      day somebody told Lavallin his wife had intrigues before he married her:
      upon which he goes down in a rage, shoots his wife through the head, then
      falls on his sword; and, to make the matter sure, at the same time
      discharges a pistol through his own head, and died on the spot, his wife
      surviving him about two hours, but in what circumstances of mind and body
      is terrible to imagine. I have finished my poem on the "Shower," all but
      the beginning; and am going on with my Tatler. They have fixed about fifty
      things on me since I came: I have printed but three.(10) One advantage I
      get by writing to you daily, or rather you get, is, that I shall remember
      not to write the same things twice; and yet, I fear, I have done it often
      already: but I will mind and confine myself to the accidents of the day;
      and so get you gone to ombre, and be good girls, and save your money, and
      be rich against Presto comes, and write to me now and then: I am thinking
      it would be a pretty thing to hear sometimes from saucy MD; but do not
      hurt your eyes, Stella, I charge you.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. O Lord, here is but a trifle of my letter written yet; what shall
      Presto do for prattle-prattle, to entertain MD? The talk now grows fresher
      of the Duke of Ormond for Ireland; though Mr. Addison says he hears it
      will be in commission, and Lord Galway(11) one. These letters of mine are
      a sort of journal, where matters open by degrees; and, as I tell true or
      false, you will find by the event whether my intelligence be good; but I
      do not care twopence whether it be or no.&mdash;At night. To-day I was all
      about St. Paul's, and up at the top like a fool, with Sir Andrew Fountaine
      and two more; and spent seven shillings for my dinner like a puppy: this
      is the second time he has served me so; but I will never do it again,
      though all mankind should persuade me, unconsidering puppies! There is a
      young fellow here in town we are all fond of, and about a year or two come
      from the University, one Harrison,(12) a little pretty fellow, with a
      great deal of wit, good sense, and good nature; has written some mighty
      pretty things; that in your 6th Miscellanea,(13) about the Sprig of an
      Orange, is his: he has nothing to live on but being governor to one of the
      Duke of Queensberry's(14) sons for forty pounds a year. The fine fellows
      are always inviting him to the tavern, and make him pay his club.
      Henley(15) is a great crony of his: they are often at the tavern at six or
      seven shillings reckoning, and he always makes the poor lad pay his full
      share. A colonel and a lord were at him and me the same way to-night: I
      absolutely refused, and made Harrison lag behind, and persuaded him not to
      go to them. I tell you this, because I find all rich fellows have that
      humour of using all people without any consideration of their fortunes;
      but I will see them rot before they shall serve me so. Lord Halifax is
      always teasing me to go down to his country house, which will cost me a
      guinea to his servants, and twelve shillings coach-hire; and he shall be
      hanged first. Is not this a plaguy silly story? But I am vexed at the
      heart; for I love the young fellow, and am resolved to stir up people to
      do something for him: he is a Whig, and I will put him upon some of my
      cast Whigs; for I have done with them; and they have, I hope, done with
      this kingdom for our time. They were sure of the four members for London
      above all places, and they have lost three in the four.(16) Sir Richard
      Onslow,(17) we hear, has lost for Surrey; and they are overthrown in most
      places. Lookee, gentlewomen, if I write long letters, I must write you
      news and stuff, unless I send you my verses; and some I dare not; and
      those on the "Shower in London" I have sent to the Tatler, and you may see
      them in Ireland. I fancy you will smoke me in the Tatler I am going to
      write; for I believe I have told you the hint. I had a letter sent me
      tonight from Sir Matthew Dudley, and found it on my table when I came in.
      Because it is extraordinary, I will transcribe it from beginning to end.
      It is as follows: "Is the Devil in you? Oct. 13, 1710." I would have
      answered every particular passage in it, only I wanted time. Here is
      enough for to-night, such as it is, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Is that tobacco at the top of the paper,(18) or what? I do not
      remember I slobbered. Lord, I dreamt of Stella, etc., so confusedly last
      night, and that we saw Dean Bolton(19) and Sterne(20) go into a shop: and
      she bid me call them to her, and they proved to be two parsons I know not;
      and I walked without till she was shifting, and such stuff, mixed with
      much melancholy and uneasiness, and things not as they should be, and I
      know not how: and it is now an ugly gloomy morning.&mdash;At night. Mr.
      Addison and I dined with Ned Southwell, and walked in the Park; and at the
      Coffee-house I found a letter from the Bishop of Clogher, and a packet
      from MD. I opened the Bishop's letter; but put up MD's, and visited a lady
      just come to town; and am now got into bed, and going to open your little
      letter: and God send I may find MD well, and happy, and merry, and that
      they love Presto as they do fires. Oh, I will not open it yet! yes I will!
      no I will not! I am going; I cannot stay till I turn over.(21) What shall
      I do? My fingers itch; and now I have it in my left hand; and now I will
      open it this very moment.&mdash;I have just got it, and am cracking the
      seal, and cannot imagine what is in it; I fear only some letter from a
      bishop, and it comes too late; I shall employ nobody's credit but my own.
      Well, I see though&mdash; Pshaw, 'tis from Sir Andrew Fountaine. What,
      another! I fancy that's from Mrs. Barton;(22) she told me she would write
      to me; but she writes a better hand than this: I wish you would inquire;
      it must be at Dawson's(23) office at the Castle. I fear this is from Patty
      Rolt, by the scrawl. Well, I will read MD's letter. Ah, no; it is from
      poor Lady Berkeley, to invite me to Berkeley Castle this winter; and now
      it grieves my heart: she says, she hopes my lord is in a fair way of
      recovery;(24) poor lady! Well, now I go to MD's letter: faith, it is all
      right; I hoped it was wrong. Your letter, N.3, that I have now received,
      is dated Sept. 26; and Manley's letter, that I had five days ago, was
      dated Oct. 3, that's a fortnight difference: I doubt it has lain in
      Steele's office, and he forgot. Well, there's an end of that: he is turned
      out of his place;(25) and you must desire those who send me packets, to
      enclose them in a paper directed to Mr. Addison, at St. James's
      Coffee-house: not common letters, but packets: the Bishop of Clogher may
      mention it to the Archbishop when he sees him. As for your letter, it
      makes me mad: slidikins, I have been the best boy in Christendom, and you
      come with your two eggs a penny.&mdash;Well; but stay, I will look over my
      book: adad, I think there was a chasm between my N.2 and N.3. Faith, I
      will not promise to write to you every week; but I will write every night,
      and when it is full I will send it; that will be once in ten days, and
      that will be often enough: and if you begin to take up the way of writing
      to Presto, only because it is Tuesday, a Monday bedad it will grow a task;
      but write when you have a mind.&mdash;No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no&mdash;Agad,
      agad, agad, agad, agad, agad; no, poor Stellakins.(26) Slids, I would the
      horse were in your&mdash;chamber! Have not I ordered Parvisol to obey your
      directions about him? And han't I said in my former letters that you may
      pickle him, and boil him, if you will? What do you trouble me about your
      horses for? Have I anything to do with them?&mdash;Revolutions a hindrance
      to me in my business? Revolutions to me in my business? If it were not for
      the revolutions, I could do nothing at all; and now I have all hopes
      possible, though one is certain of nothing; but to-morrow I am to have an
      answer, and am promised an effectual one. I suppose I have said enough in
      this and a former letter how I stand with new people; ten times better
      than ever I did with the old; forty times more caressed. I am to dine
      to-morrow at Mr. Harley's; and if he continues as he has begun, no man has
      been ever better treated by another. What you say about Stella's mother, I
      have spoken enough to it already. I believe she is not in town; for I have
      not yet seen her. My lampoon is cried up to the skies; but nobody suspects
      me for it, except Sir Andrew Fountaine: at least they say nothing of it to
      me. Did not I tell you of a great man who received me very coldly?(27)
      That's he; but say nothing; 'twas only a little revenge. I will remember
      to bring it over. The Bishop of Clogher has smoked my Tatler,(28) about
      shortening of words, etc. But, God So!(29) etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I will write plainer if I can remember it; for Stella must not spoil
      her eyes, and Dingley can't read my hand very well; and I am afraid my
      letters are too long: then you must suppose one to be two, and read them
      at twice. I dined to-day with Mr. Harley: Mr. Prior(30) dined with us. He
      has left my memorial with the Queen, who has consented to give the
      First-Fruits and Twentieth Parts,(31) and will, we hope, declare it
      to-morrow in the Cabinet. But I beg you to tell it to no person alive; for
      so I am ordered, till in public: and I hope to get something of greater
      value. After dinner came in Lord Peterborow:(32) we renewed our
      acquaintance, and he grew mightily fond of me. They began to talk of a
      paper of verses called "Sid Hamet." Mr. Harley repeated part, and then
      pulled them out, and gave them to a gentleman at the table to read, though
      they had all read them often. Lord Peterborow would let nobody read them
      but himself: so he did; and Mr. Harley bobbed(33) me at every line, to
      take notice of the beauties. Prior rallied Lord Peterborow for author of
      them; and Lord Peterborow said he knew them to be his; and Prior then
      turned it upon me, and I on him. I am not guessed at all in town to be the
      author; yet so it is: but that is a secret only to you.(34) Ten to one
      whether you see them in Ireland; yet here they run prodigiously. Harley
      presented me to Lord President of Scotland,(35) and Mr. Benson,(36) Lord
      of the Treasury. Prior and I came away at nine, and sat at the Smyrna(37)
      till eleven, receiving acquaintance.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. This morning early I went in a chair, and Patrick before it, to Mr.
      Harley, to give him another copy of my memorial, as he desired; but he was
      full of business, going to the Queen, and I could not see him; but he
      desired I would send up the paper, and excused himself upon his hurry. I
      was a little baulked; but they tell me it is nothing. I shall judge by
      next visit. I tipped his porter with half a crown; and so I am well there
      for a time at least. I dined at Stratford's in the City, and had Burgundy
      and Tokay: came back afoot like a scoundrel: then went with Mr. Addison
      and supped with Lord Mountjoy, which made me sick all night. I forgot that
      I bought six pounds of chocolate for Stella, and a little wooden box; and
      I have a great piece of Brazil tobacco for Dingley,(38) and a bottle of
      palsy-water(39) for Stella: all which, with the two handkerchiefs that Mr.
      Sterne has bought, and you must pay him for, will be put in the box,
      directed to Mrs. Curry's, and sent by Dr. Hawkshaw,(40) whom I have not
      seen; but Sterne has undertaken it. The chocolate is a present, madam, for
      Stella. Don't read this, you little rogue, with your little eyes; but give
      it to Dingley, pray now; and I will write as plain as the skies: and let
      Dingley write Stella's part, and Stella dictate to her, when she
      apprehends her eyes, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. This letter should have gone this post, if I had not been taken up
      with business, and two nights being late out; so it must stay till
      Thursday. I dined to-day with your Mr. Sterne,(41) by invitation, and
      drank Irish wine;(42) but, before we parted, there came in the prince of
      puppies, Colonel Edgworth;(43) so I went away. This day came out the
      Tatler, made up wholly of my "Shower," and a preface to it. They say it is
      the best thing I ever writ, and I think so too. I suppose the Bishop of
      Clogher will show it you. Pray tell me how you like it. Tooke is going on
      with my Miscellany.(44) I'd give a penny the letter to the Bishop of
      Killaloe(45) was in it: 'twould do him honour. Could not you contrive to
      say, you hear they are printing my things together; and that you with the
      bookseller had that letter among the rest: but don't say anything of it as
      from me. I forget whether it was good or no; but only having heard it much
      commended, perhaps it may deserve it. Well, I have to-morrow to finish
      this letter in, and then I will send it next day. I am so vexed that you
      should write your third to me, when you had but my second, and I had
      written five, which now I hope you have all: and so I tell you, you are
      saucy, little, pretty, dear rogues, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. To-day I dined, by invitation, with Stratford and others, at a young
      merchant's in the City, with Hermitage and Tokay, and stayed till nine,
      and am now come home. And that dog Patrick is abroad, and drinking, and I
      cannot I get my night-gown. I have a mind to turn that puppy away: he has
      been drunk ten times in three weeks. But I han't time to say more; so
      good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I am come home from dining in the city with Mr. Addison, at a
      merchant's; and just now, at the Coffee-house, we have notice that the
      Duke of Ormond was this day declared Lord Lieutenant at Hampton Court, in
      Council. I have not seen Mr. Harley since; but hope the affair is done
      about First-Fruits. I will see him, if possible, to-morrow morning; but
      this goes to-night. I have sent a box to Mr. Sterne, to send to you by
      some friend: I have directed it for Mr. Curry, at his house; so you have
      warning when it comes, as I hope it will soon. The handkerchiefs will be
      put in some friend's pocket, not to pay custom. And so here ends my sixth,
      sent when I had but three of MD's: now I am beforehand, and will keep so;
      and God Almighty bless dearest MD, etc.
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      LETTER 7.
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      LONDON, Oct. 19, 1710.
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    <p>
      Faith, I am undone! this paper is larger than the other, and yet I am
      condemned to a sheet; but, since it is MD, I did not value though I were
      condemned to a pair. I told you in my letter to-day where I had been, and
      how the day passed; and so, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. To-day I went to Mr. Lewis, at the Secretary's office, to know when I
      might see Mr. Harley; and by and by comes up Mr. Harley himself, and
      appoints me to dine with him to-morrow. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh,(1)
      and went to wait on the two Lady Butlers;(2) but the porter answered they
      were not at home: the meaning was, the youngest, Lady Mary, is to be
      married to-morrow to Lord Ashburnham,(3) the best match now in England,
      twelve thousand pounds a year, and abundance of money. Tell me how my
      "Shower" is liked in Ireland: I never knew anything pass better here. I
      spent the evening with Wortley Montagu(4) and Mr. Addison, over a bottle
      of Irish wine. Do they know anything in Ireland of my greatness among the
      Tories? Everybody reproaches me of it here; but I value them not. Have you
      heard of the verses about the "Rod of Sid Hamet"? Say nothing of them for
      your life. Hardly anybody suspects me for them; only they think nobody but
      Prior or I could write them. But I doubt they have not reached you. There
      is likewise a ballad full of puns on the Westminster Election,(5) that
      cost me half an hour: it runs, though it be good for nothing. But this is
      likewise a secret to all but MD. If you have them not, I will bring them
      over.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I got MD's fourth to-day at the Coffee-house. God Almighty bless poor,
      dear Stella, and her eyes and head! What shall we do to cure them? poor,
      dear life! Your disorders are a pull-back for your good qualities. Would
      to Heaven I were this minute shaving your poor, dear head, either here or
      there! Pray do not write, nor read this letter, nor anything else; and I
      will write plainer for Dingley to read from henceforward, though my pen is
      apt to ramble when I think whom I am writing to. I will not answer your
      letter until I tell you that I dined this day with Mr. Harley, who
      presented me to the Earl of Stirling,(6) a Scotch lord; and in the evening
      came in Lord Peterborow. I stayed till nine before Mr. Harley would let me
      go, or tell me anything of my affair. He says the Queen has now granted
      the First-Fruits and Twentieth Parts; but he will not give me leave to
      write to the Archbishop, because the Queen designs to signify it to the
      Bishops in Ireland in form; and to take notice, that it was done upon a
      memorial from me; which, Mr. Harley tells me he does to make it look more
      respectful to me, etc.; and I am to see him on Tuesday. I know not whether
      I told you that, in my memorial which was given to the Queen, I begged for
      two thousand pounds a year more, though it was not in my commission; but
      that, Mr. Harley says, cannot yet be done, and that he and I must talk of
      it further: however, I have started it, and it may follow in time. Pray
      say nothing of the First-Fruits being granted, unless I give leave at the
      bottom of this. I believe never anything was compassed so soon, and purely
      done by my personal credit with Mr. Harley, who is so excessively
      obliging, that I know not what to make of it, unless to show the rascals
      of the other party that they used a man unworthily who had deserved
      better. The memorial given to the Queen from me speaks with great
      plainness of Lord Wharton. I believe this business is as important to you
      as the Convocation disputes from Tisdall.(7) I hope in a month or two all
      the forms of settling this matter will be over; and then I shall have
      nothing to do here. I will only add one foolish thing more, because it is
      just come into my head. When this thing is made known, tell me impartially
      whether they give any of the merit to me, or no; for I am sure I have so
      much, that I will never take it upon me.&mdash;Insolent sluts! because I
      say Dublin, Ireland, therefore you must say London, England: that is
      Stella's malice.&mdash;Well, for that I will not answer your letter till
      to-morrow-day, and so and so: I will go write something else, and it will
      not be much; for 'tis late.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I was this morning with Mr. Lewis, the under-secretary to Lord
      Dartmouth, two hours, talking politics, and contriving to keep Steele in
      his office of stamped paper: he has lost his place of Gazetteer, three
      hundred pounds a year, for writing a Tatler,(8) some months ago, against
      Mr. Harley, who gave it him at first, and raised the salary from sixty to
      three hundred pounds. This was devilish ungrateful; and Lewis was telling
      me the particulars: but I had a hint given me, that I might save him in
      the other employment: and leave was given me to clear matters with Steele.
      Well, I dined with Sir Matthew Dudley, and in the evening went to sit with
      Mr. Addison, and offer the matter at distance to him, as the discreeter
      person; but found party had so possessed him, that he talked as if he
      suspected me, and would not fall in with anything I said. So I stopped
      short in my overture, and we parted very drily; and I shall say nothing to
      Steele, and let them do as they will; but, if things stand as they are, he
      will certainly lose it, unless I save him; and therefore I will not speak
      to him, that I may not report to his disadvantage. Is not this vexatious?
      and is there so much in the proverb of proffered service? When shall I
      grow wise? I endeavour to act in the most exact points of honour and
      conscience; and my nearest friends will not understand it so. What must a
      man expect from his enemies? This would vex me, but it shall not; and so I
      bid you good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I know 'tis neither wit nor diversion to tell you every day where I
      dine; neither do I write it to fill my letter; but I fancy I shall, some
      time or other, have the curiosity of seeing some particulars how I passed
      my life when I was absent from MD this time; and so I tell you now that I
      dined to-day at Molesworth's, the Florence Envoy, then went to the
      Coffee-house, where I behaved myself coldly enough to Mr. Addison, and so
      came home to scribble. We dine together to-morrow and next day by
      invitation; but I shall alter my behaviour to him, till he begs my pardon,
      or else we shall grow bare acquaintance. I am weary of friends; and
      friendships are all monsters, but MD's.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I forgot to tell you, that last night I went to Mr. Harley's, hoping&mdash;faith,
      I am blundering, for it was this very night at six; and I hoped he would
      have told me all things were done and granted: but he was abroad, and came
      home ill, and was gone to bed, much out of order, unless the porter lied.
      I dined to-day at Sir Matthew Dudley's, with Mr. Addison, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was to-day to see the Duke of Ormond; and, coming out, met Lord
      Berkeley of Stratton,(9) who told me that Mrs. Temple,(10) the widow, died
      last Saturday, which, I suppose, is much to the outward grief and inward
      joy of the family. I dined to-day with Addison and Steele, and a sister of
      Mr. Addison, who is married to one Mons. Sartre,(11) a Frenchman,
      prebendary of Westminster, who has a delicious house and garden; yet I
      thought it was a sort of monastic life in those cloisters, and I liked
      Laracor better. Addison's sister is a sort of a wit, very like him. I am
      not fond of her, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I was to-day to see Mr. Congreve,(12) who is almost blind with
      cataracts growing on his eyes; and his case is, that he must wait two or
      three years, until the cataracts are riper, and till he is quite blind,
      and then he must have them couched; and, besides, he is never rid of the
      gout, yet he looks young and fresh, and is as cheerful as ever. He is
      younger by three years or more than I; and I am twenty years younger than
      he. He gave me a pain in the great toe, by mentioning the gout. I find
      such suspicions frequently, but they go off again. I had a second letter
      from Mr. Morgan,(13) for which I thank you: I wish you were whipped, for
      forgetting to send him that answer I desired you in one of my former, that
      I could do nothing for him of what he desired, having no credit at all,
      etc. Go, be far enough, you negligent baggages. I have had also a letter
      from Parvisol, with an account how my livings are set; and that they are
      fallen, since last year, sixty pounds. A comfortable piece of news! He
      tells me plainly that he finds you have no mind to part with the horse,
      because you sent for him at the same time you sent him my letter; so that
      I know not what must be done. It is a sad thing that Stella must have her
      own horse, whether Parvisol will or no. So now to answer your letter that
      I had three or four days ago. I am not now in bed, but am come home by
      eight; and, it being warm, I write up. I never writ to the Bishop of
      Killala, which, I suppose, was the reason he had not my letter. I have not
      time, there is the short of it.&mdash;As fond as the Dean(14) is of my
      letter, he has not written to me. I would only know whether Dean
      Bolton(15) paid him the twenty pounds; and for the rest, he may kiss&mdash;And
      that you may ask him, because I am in pain about it, that Dean Bolton is
      such a whipster. 'Tis the most obliging thing in the world in Dean Sterne
      to be so kind to you. I believe he knows it will please me, and makes up,
      that way, his other usage.(16) No, we have had none of your snow, but a
      little one morning; yet I think it was great snow for an hour or so, but
      no longer. I had heard of Will Crowe's(17) death before, but not the
      foolish circumstance that hastened his end. No, I have taken care that
      Captain Pratt(18) shall not suffer by Lord Anglesea's death.(19) I will
      try some contrivance to get a copy of my picture from Jervas. I will make
      Sir Andrew Fountaine buy one as for himself, and I will pay him again, and
      take it, that is, provided I have money to spare when I leave this.&mdash;Poor
      John! is he gone? and Madam Parvisol(20) has been in town! Humm. Why,
      Tighe(21) and I, when he comes, shall not take any notice of each other; I
      would not do it much in this town, though we had not fallen out.&mdash;I
      was to-day at Mr. Sterne's lodging: he was not within; and Mr. Leigh is
      not come to town; but I will do Dingley's errand when I see him. What do I
      know whether china be dear or no? I once took a fancy of resolving to grow
      mad for it, but now it is off; I suppose I told you in some former letter.
      And so you only want some salad-dishes, and plates, and etc. Yes, yes, you
      shall. I suppose you have named as much as will cost five pounds.&mdash;Now
      to Stella's little postscript; and I am almost crazed that you vex
      yourself for not writing. Cannot you dictate to Dingley, and not strain
      your little, dear eyes? I am sure it is the grief of my soul to think you
      are out of order. Pray be quiet; and, if you will write, shut your eyes,
      and write just a line, and no more, thus, "How do you do, Mrs. Stella?"
      That was written with my eyes shut. Faith, I think it is better than when
      they are open: and then Dingley may stand by, and tell you when you go too
      high or too low.&mdash;My letters of business, with packets, if there be
      any more occasion for such, must be enclosed to Mr. Addison, at St.
      James's Coffee-house: but I hope to hear, as soon as I see Mr. Harley,
      that the main difficulties are over, and that the rest will be but form.&mdash;Take
      two or three nutgalls, take two or three&mdash;&mdash;galls, stop your
      receipt in your&mdash;I have no need on't. Here is a clutter! Well, so
      much for your letter, which I will now put up in my letter-partition in my
      cabinet, as I always do every letter as soon as I answer it. Method is
      good in all things. Order governs the world. The Devil is the author of
      confusion. A general of an army, a minister of state; to descend lower, a
      gardener, a weaver, etc. That may make a fine observation, if you think it
      worth finishing; but I have not time. Is not this a terrible long piece
      for one evening? I dined to-day with Patty Rolt at my cousin Leach's,(22)
      with a pox, in the City: he is a printer, and prints the Postman, oh hoo,
      and is my cousin, God knows how, and he married Mrs. Baby Aires of
      Leicester; and my cousin Thomson was with us: and my cousin Leach offers
      to bring me acquainted with the author of the Postman;(23) and says he
      does not doubt but the gentleman will be glad of my acquaintance; and that
      he is a very ingenious man, and a great scholar, and has been beyond sea.
      But I was modest and said, may be the gentleman was shy, and not fond of
      new acquaintance; and so put it off: and I wish you could hear me
      repeating all I have said of this in its proper tone, just as I am writing
      it. It is all with the same cadence with "Oh hoo," or as when little girls
      say, "I have got an apple, miss, and I won't give you some." It is plaguy
      twelvepenny weather this last week, and has cost me ten shillings in coach
      and chair hire. If the fellow that has your money will pay it, let me beg
      you to buy Bank Stock with it, which is fallen near thirty per cent. and
      pays eight pounds per cent. and you have the principal when you please: it
      will certainly soon rise. I would to God Lady Giffard would put in the
      four hundred pounds she owes you,(24) and take the five per cent. common
      interest, and give you the remainder. I will speak to your mother about it
      when I see her. I am resolved to buy three hundred pounds of it for
      myself, and take up what I have in Ireland; and I have a contrivance for
      it, that I hope will do, by making a friend of mine buy it as for himself,
      and I will pay him when I can get in my money. I hope Stratford will do me
      that kindness. I'll ask him tomorrow or next day.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Mr. Rowe(25) the poet desired me to dine with him to-day. I went to
      his office (he is under-secretary in Mr. Addison's place that he had in
      England), and there was Mr. Prior; and they both fell commending my
      "Shower" beyond anything that has been written of the kind: there never
      was such a "Shower" since Danae's, etc. You must tell me how it is liked
      among you. I dined with Rowe; Prior could not come: and after dinner we
      went to a blind tavern,(26) where Congreve, Sir Richard Temple,(27)
      Estcourt,(28) and Charles Main,(29) were over a bowl of bad punch. The
      knight sent for six flasks of his own wine for me, and we stayed till
      twelve. But now my head continues pretty well; I have left off my
      drinking, and only take a spoonful mixed with water, for fear of the gout,
      or some ugly distemper; and now, because it is late, I will, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Garth and Addison and I dined to-day at a hedge(30) tavern; then I
      went to Mr. Harley, but he was denied, or not at home: so I fear I shall
      not hear my business is done before this goes. Then I visited Lord
      Pembroke,(31) who is just come to town; and we were very merry talking of
      old things; and I hit him with one pun. Then I went to see the Ladies
      Butler, and the son of a whore of a porter denied them: so I sent them a
      threatening message by another lady, for not excepting me always to the
      porter. I was weary of the Coffee-house, and Ford(32) desired me to sit
      with him at next door; which I did, like a fool, chatting till twelve, and
      now am got into bed. I am afraid the new Ministry is at a terrible loss
      about money: the Whigs talk so, it would give one the spleen; and I am
      afraid of meeting Mr. Harley out of humour. They think he will never carry
      through this undertaking. God knows what will come of it. I should be
      terribly vexed to see things come round again: it will ruin the Church and
      clergy for ever; but I hope for better. I will send this on Tuesday,
      whether I hear any further news of my affair or not.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Mr. Addison and I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy; which is all the
      adventures of this day.&mdash;I chatted a while to-night in the
      Coffee-house, this being a full night; and now am come home, to write some
      business.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I dined to-day at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and sent a letter to poor Mrs.
      Long,(33) who writes to us, but is God knows where, and will not tell
      anybody the place of her residence. I came home early, and must go write.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. The month ends with a fine day; and I have been walking, and visiting
      Lewis, and concerting where to see Mr. Harley. I have no news to send you.
      Aire,(34) they say, is taken, though the Whitehall letters this morning
      say quite the contrary: 'tis good, if it be true. I dined with Mr. Addison
      and Dick Stewart, Lord Mountjoy's brother;(35) a treat of Addison's. They
      were half-fuddled, but not I; for I mixed water with my wine, and left
      them together between nine and ten; and I must send this by the bellman,
      which vexes me, but I will put it off no longer. Pray God it does not
      miscarry. I seldom do so; but I can put off little MD no longer. Pray give
      the under note to Mrs. Brent.
    </p>
    <p>
      I am a pretty gentleman; and you lose all your money at cards, sirrah
      Stella. I found you out; I did so.
    </p>
    <p>
      I am staying before I can fold up this letter, till that ugly D is dry in
      the last line but one. Do not you see it? O Lord, I am loth to leave you,
      faith&mdash;but it must be so, till the next time. Pox take that D; I will
      blot it, to dry it.
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      LETTER 8.
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      LONDON, Oct. 31, 1710.
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    <p>
      So, now I have sent my seventh to your fourth, young women; and now I will
      tell you what I would not in my last, that this morning, sitting in my
      bed, I had a fit of giddiness: the room turned round for about a minute,
      and then it went off, leaving me sickish, but not very: and so I passed
      the day as I told you; but I would not end a letter with telling you this,
      because it might vex you: and I hope in God I shall have no more of it. I
      saw Dr. Cockburn(1) to-day, and he promises to send me the pills that did
      me good last year; and likewise has promised me an oil for my ear, that he
      has been making for that ailment for somebody else.
    </p>
    <p>
      Nov. 1. I wish MD a merry new year. You know this is the first day of it
      with us.(2) I had no giddiness to-day; but I drank brandy, and have bought
      a pint for two shillings. I sat up the night before my giddiness pretty
      late, and writ very much; so I will impute it to that. But I never eat
      fruit, nor drink ale; but drink better wine than you do, as I did to-day
      with Mr. Addison at Lord Mountjoy's: then went at five to see Mr. Harley,
      who could not see me for much company; but sent me his excuse, and desired
      I would dine with him on Friday; and then I expect some answer to this
      business, which must either be soon done, or begun again; and then the
      Duke of Ormond and his people will interfere for their honour, and do
      nothing. I came home at six, and spent my time in my chamber, without
      going to the Coffee-house, which I grow weary of; and I studied at
      leisure, writ not above forty lines, some inventions of my own, and some
      hints, and read not at all, and this because I would take care of Presto,
      for fear little MD should be angry.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I took my four pills last night, and they lay an hour in my throat, and
      so they will do to-night. I suppose I could swallow four affronts as
      easily. I dined with Dr. Cockburn to-day, and came home at seven; but Mr.
      Ford has been with me till just now, and it is near eleven. I have had no
      giddiness to-day. Mr. Dopping(3) I have seen; and he tells me coldly, my
      "Shower" is liked well enough; there's your Irish judgment! I writ this
      post to the Bishop of Clogher. It is now just a fortnight since I heard
      from you. I must have you write once a fortnight, and then I will allow
      for wind and weather. How goes ombre? Does Mrs. Walls(4) win constantly,
      as she used to do? And Mrs. Stoyte;(5) I have not thought of her this long
      time: how does she? I find we have a cargo of Irish coming for London: I
      am sorry for it; but I never go near them. And Tighe is landed; but Mrs.
      Wesley,(6) they say, is going home to her husband, like a fool. Well,
      little monkeys mine, I must go write; and so goodnight.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I ought to read these letters I write, after I have done; for, looking
      over thus much, I found two or three literal mistakes, which should not be
      when the hand is so bad. But I hope it does not puzzle little Dingley to
      read, for I think I mend: but methinks, when I write plain, I do not know
      how, but we are not alone, all the world can see us. A bad scrawl is so
      snug, it looks like a PMD.(7) We have scurvy Tatlers of late: so pray do
      not suspect me. I have one or two hints I design to send him, and never
      any more: he does not deserve it. He is governed by his wife most
      abominably,(8) as bad as &mdash;&mdash;. I never saw her since I came; nor
      has he ever made me an invitation: either he dares not, or is such a
      thoughtless Tisdall(9) fellow, that he never minds(10) it. So what care I
      for his wit? for he is the worst company in the world, till he has a
      bottle of wine in his head. I cannot write straighter in bed, so you must
      be content.&mdash;At night in bed. Stay, let me see where's this letter to
      MD among these papers? Oh! here. Well, I will go on now; but I am very
      busy (smoke the new pen.) I dined with Mr. Harley to-day, and am invited
      there again on Sunday. I have now leave to write to the Primate and
      Archbishop of Dublin, that the Queen has granted the First-Fruits; but
      they are to take no notice of it, till a letter is sent them by the
      Queen's orders from Lord Dartmouth, Secretary of State, to signify it. The
      bishops are to be made a corporation, to dispose of the revenue, etc.; and
      I shall write to the Archbishop of Dublin to-morrow (I have had no
      giddiness to-day). I know not whether they will have any occasion for me
      longer to be here; nor can I judge till I see what letter the Queen sends
      to the bishops, and what they will do upon it. If despatch be used, it may
      be done in six weeks; but I cannot judge. They sent me to-day a new
      Commission, signed by the Primate and Archbishop of Dublin,(11) and
      promise me letters to the two archbishops here; but mine a &mdash;&mdash;
      for it all. The thing is done, and has been so these ten days; though I
      had only leave to tell it to-day. I had this day likewise a letter from
      the Bishop of Clogher, who complains of my not writing; and, what vexes
      me, says he knows you have long letters from me every week. Why do you
      tell him so? 'Tis not right, faith: but I won't be angry with MD at
      distance. I writ to him last post, before I had his; and will write again
      soon, since I see he expects it, and that Lord and Lady Mountjoy(12) put
      him off upon me, to give themselves ease. Lastly, I had this day a letter
      from a certain naughty rogue called MD, and it was N. 5; which I shall not
      answer to-night, I thank you. No, faith, I have other fish to fry; but
      to-morrow or next day will be time enough. I have put MD's commissions in
      a memorandum paper. I think I have done all before, and remember nothing
      but this to-day about glasses and spectacles and spectacle cases. I have
      no commission from Stella, but the chocolate and handkerchiefs; and those
      are bought, and I expect they will be soon sent. I have been with, and
      sent to, Mr. Sterne, two or three times to know; but he was not within.
      Odds my life, what am I doing? I must go write and do business.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I dined to-day at Kensington, with Addison, Steele, etc., came home,
      and writ a short letter to the Archbishop of Dublin, to let him know the
      Queen has granted the thing, etc. I writ in the Coffee-house, for I stayed
      at Kensington till nine, and am plaguy weary; for Colonel Proud(13) was
      very ill company, and I will never be of a party with him again; and I
      drank punch, and that and ill company has made me hot.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. I was with Mr. Harley from dinner to seven this night, and went to the
      Coffee-house, where Dr. Davenant(14) would fain have had me gone and drink
      a bottle of wine at his house hard by, with Dr. Chamberlen,(15) but the
      puppy used so many words, that I was afraid of his company; and though we
      promised to come at eight, I sent a messenger to him, that Chamberlen was
      going to a patient, and therefore we would put it off till another time:
      so he, and the Comptroller,(16) and I, were prevailed on by Sir Matthew
      Dudley to go to his house, where I stayed till twelve, and left them.
      Davenant has been teasing me to look over some of his writings that he is
      going to publish; but the rogue is so fond of his own productions, that I
      hear he will not part with a syllable; and he has lately put out a foolish
      pamphlet, called The Third Part of Tom Double; to make his court to the
      Tories, whom he had left.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I was to-day gambling(17) in the City to see Patty Rolt, who is going
      to Kingston, where she lodges; but, to say the truth, I had a mind for a
      walk to exercise myself, and happened to be disengaged: for dinners are
      ten times more plentiful with me here than ever, or than in Dublin. I
      won't answer your letter yet, because I am busy. I hope to send this
      before I have another from MD: it would be a sad thing to answer two
      letters together, as MD does from Presto. But when the two sides are full,
      away the letter shall go, that is certain, like it or not like it; and
      that will be about three days hence, for the answering-night will be a
      long one.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I dined to-day at Sir Richard Temple's, with Congreve, Vanbrugh,
      Lieutenant-General Farrington,(18) etc. Vanbrugh, I believe I told you,
      had a long quarrel with me about those verses on his house;(19) but we
      were very civil and cold. Lady Marlborough used to tease him with them,
      which had made him angry, though he be a good-natured fellow. It was a
      Thanksgiving-day,(20) and I was at Court, where the Queen passed us by
      with all Tories about her; not one Whig: Buckingham,(21) Rochester,(22)
      Leeds,(23) Shrewsbury, Berkeley of Stratton, Lord Keeper Harcourt, Mr.
      Harley, Lord Pembroke, etc.; and I have seen her without one Tory. The
      Queen made me a curtsey, and said, in a sort of familiar way to Presto,
      "How does MD?" I considered she was a Queen, and so excused her.(24) I do
      not miss the Whigs at Court; but have as many acquaintance there as
      formerly.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Here's ado and a clutter! I must now answer MD's fifth; but first you
      must know I dined at the Portugal Envoy's(25) to-day, with Addison,
      Vanbrugh, Admiral Wager,(26) Sir Richard Temple,(27) Methuen,(28) etc. I
      was weary of their company, and stole away at five, and came home like a
      good boy, and studied till ten, and had a fire, O ho! and now am in bed. I
      have no fireplace in my bed-chamber; but 'tis very warm weather when one's
      in bed. Your fine cap,(29) Madam Dingley, is too little, and too hot: I
      will have that fur taken off; I wish it were far enough; and my old velvet
      cap is good for nothing. Is it velvet under the fur? I was feeling, but
      cannot find: if it be, 'twill do without it else I will face it; but then
      I must buy new velvet: but may be I may beg a piece. What shall I do?
      Well, now to rogue MD's letter. God be thanked for Stella's eyes mending;
      and God send it holds; but faith you writ too much at a time: better write
      less, or write it at ten times. Yes, faith, a long letter in a morning
      from a dear friend is a dear thing. I smoke a compliment, little
      mischievous girls, I do so. But who are those WIGGS that think I am turned
      Tory? Do you mean Whigs? Which WIGGS and WAT do you mean? I know nothing
      of Raymond, and only had one letter from him a little after I came
      here.(Pray remember Morgan.) Raymond is indeed like to have much influence
      over me in London, and to share much of my conversation. I shall, no
      doubt, introduce him to Harley, and Lord Keeper, and the Secretary of
      State. The Tatler upon Ithuriel's spear(30) is not mine, madam. What a
      puzzle there is betwixt you and your judgment! In general you may be
      sometimes sure of things, as that about STYLE,(31) because it is what I
      have frequently spoken of; but guessing is mine a&mdash;&mdash;, and I
      defy mankind, if I please. Why, I writ a pamphlet when I was last in
      London, that you and a thousand have seen, and never guessed it to be
      mine. Could you have guessed the "Shower in Town" to be mine? How chance
      you did not see that before your last letter went? but I suppose you in
      Ireland did not think it worth mentioning. Nor am I suspected for the
      lampoon; only Harley said he smoked me; (have I told you so before?) and
      some others knew it. 'Tis called "The Rod of Sid Hamet." And I have
      written several other things that I hear commended, and nobody suspects me
      for them; nor you shall not know till I see you again. What do you mean,
      "That boards near me, that I dine with now and then?" I know no such
      person: I do not dine with boarders. What the pox! You know whom I have
      dined with every day since I left you, better than I do. What do you mean,
      sirrah? Slids, my ailment has been over these two months almost.
      Impudence, if you vex me, I will give ten shillings a week for my lodging;
      for I am almost st&mdash;k out of this with the sink, and it helps me to
      verses in my "Shower."(32) Well, Madam Dingley, what say you to the world
      to come? What ballad? Why go look, it was not good for much: have patience
      till I come back: patience is a gay thing as, etc. I hear nothing of Lord
      Mountjoy's coming for Ireland. When is Stella's birthday? in March? Lord
      bless me, my turn at Christ Church;(33) it is so natural to hear you write
      about that, I believe you have done it a hundred times; it is as fresh in
      my mind, the verger coming to you; and why to you? Would he have you
      preach for me? O, pox on your spelling of Latin, Johnsonibus atque, that
      is the way. How did the Dean get that name by the end? 'Twas you betrayed
      me: not I, faith; I'll not break his head. Your mother is still in the
      country, I suppose; for she promised to see me when she came to town. I
      writ to her four days ago, to desire her to break it to Lady Giffard, to
      put some money for you in the Bank, which was then fallen thirty per cent.
      Would to God mine had been here, I should have gained one hundred pounds,
      and got as good interest as in Ireland, and much securer. I would fain
      have borrowed three hundred pounds; but money is so scarce here, there is
      no borrowing, by this fall of stocks. 'Tis rising now, and I knew it
      would: it fell from one hundred and twenty-nine to ninety-six. I have not
      heard since from your mother. Do you think I would be so unkind not to see
      her, that you desire me in a style so melancholy? Mrs. Raymond,(34) you
      say, is with child: I am sorry for it; and so is, I believe, her husband.
      Mr. Harley speaks all the kind things to me in the world; and, I believe,
      would serve me, if I were to stay here; but I reckon in time the Duke of
      Ormond may give me some addition to Laracor. Why should the Whigs think I
      came to England to leave them? Sure my journey was no secret. I protest
      sincerely, I did all I could to hinder it, as the Dean can tell you,
      although now I do not repent it. But who the Devil cares what they think?
      Am I under obligations in the least to any of them all? Rot 'em, for
      ungrateful dogs; I will make them repent their usage before I leave this
      place. They say here the same thing of my leaving the Whigs; but they own
      they cannot blame me, considering the treatment I have had. I will take
      care of your spectacles, as I told you before, and of the Bishop of
      Killala's; but I will not write to him, I have not time. What do you mean
      by my fourth, Madam Dinglibus? Does not Stella say you have had my fifth,
      Goody Blunder? You frighted me till I looked back. Well, this is enough
      for one night. Pray give my humble service to Mrs. Stoyte and her sister,
      Kate is it, or Sarah?(35) I have forgot her name, faith. I think I will
      even (and to Mrs. Walls and the Archdeacon) send this to-morrow: no,
      faith, that will be in ten days from the last. I will keep it till
      Saturday, though I write no more. But what if a letter from MD should come
      in the meantime? Why then I would only say, "Madam, I have received your
      sixth letter; your most humble servant to command, Presto"; and so
      conclude. Well, now I will write and think a little, and so to bed, and
      dream of MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I have my mouth full of water, and was going to spit it out, because I
      reasoned with myself, how could I write when my mouth was full? Han't you
      done things like that, reasoned wrong at first thinking? Well, I was to
      see Mr. Lewis this morning, and am to dine a few days hence, as he tells
      me, with Mr. Secretary St. John; and I must contrive to see Harley soon
      again, to hasten this business from the Queen. I dined to-day at Lord
      Mountrath's,(36) with Lord Mountjoy,(37) etc.; but the wine was not good,
      so I came away, stayed at the Coffee-house till seven, then came home to
      my fire, the maidenhead of my second half-bushel, and am now in bed at
      eleven, as usual. 'Tis mighty warm; yet I fear I should catch cold this
      wet weather, if I sat an evening in my room after coming from warm places:
      and I must make much of myself, because MD is not here to take care of
      Presto; and I am full of business, writing, etc., and do not care for the
      Coffee-house; and so this serves for all together, not to tell it you over
      and over, as silly people do; but Presto is a wiser man, faith, than so,
      let me tell you, gentlewomen. See, I am got to the third side; but, faith,
      I will not do that often; but I must say something early to-day, till the
      letter is done, and on Saturday it shall go; so I must leave something
      till to-morrow, till to-morrow and next day.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. O Lord, I would this letter was with you with all my heart! If it
      should miscarry, what a deal would be lost! I forgot to leave a gap in the
      last line but one for the seal, like a puppy; but I should have allowed
      for night, goodnight; but when I am taking leave, I cannot leave a bit,
      faith; but I fancy the seal will not come there. I dined to-day at Lady
      Lucy's, where they ran down my "Shower"; and said, "Sid Hamet" was the
      silliest poem they ever read; and told Prior so, whom they thought to be
      author of it. Don't you wonder I never dined there before? But I am too
      busy, and they live too far off; and, besides, I do not like women so much
      as I did. (MD, you must know, are not women.) I supped to-night at
      Addison's, with Garth, Steele, and Mr. Dopping; and am come home late.
      Lewis has sent to me to desire I will dine with some company I shall like.
      I suppose it is Mr. Secretary St. John's appointment. I had a letter just
      now from Raymond, who is at Bristol, and says he will be at London in a
      fortnight, and leave his wife behind him; and desires any lodging in the
      house where I am: but that must not be. I shall not know what to do with
      him in town: to be sure, I will not present him to any acquaintance of
      mine; and he will live a delicate life, a parson and a perfect stranger!
      Paaast twelvvve o'clock,(38) and so good-night, etc. Oh! but I forgot,
      Jemmy Leigh is come to town; says he has brought Dingley's things, and
      will send them with the first convenience. My parcel, I hear, is not sent
      yet. He thinks of going for Ireland in a month, etc. I cannot write
      tomorrow, because&mdash;what, because of the Archbishop; because I will
      seal my letter early; because I am engaged from noon till night; because
      of many kind of things; and yet I will write one or two words to-morrow
      morning, to keep up my journal constant, and at night I will begin my
      ninth.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Morning by candlelight. You must know that I am in my nightgown every
      morning between six and seven, and Patrick is forced to ply me fifty times
      before I can get on my nightgown; and so now I will take my leave of my
      own dear MD for this letter, and begin my next when I come home at night.
      God Almighty bless and protect dearest MD. Farewell, etc.
    </p>
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      This letter's as long as a sermon, faith.
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      LETTER 9.
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      LONDON, Nov. 11, 1710.
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    <p>
      I dined to-day, by invitation, with the Secretary of State, Mr. St. John.
      Mr. Harley came in to us before dinner, and made me his excuses for not
      dining with us, because he was to receive people who came to propose
      advancing money to the Government: there dined with us only Mr. Lewis, and
      Dr. Freind(1) (that writ "Lord Peterborow's Actions in Spain"). I stayed
      with them till just now between ten and eleven, and was forced again to
      give my eighth to the bellman, which I did with my own hands, rather than
      keep it till next post. The Secretary used me with all the kindness in the
      world. Prior came in after dinner; and, upon an occasion, he (the
      Secretary) said, "The best thing I ever read is not yours, but Dr. Swift's
      on Vanbrugh"; which I do not reckon so very good neither.(2) But Prior was
      damped, until I stuffed him with two or three compliments. I am thinking
      what a veneration we used to have for Sir William Temple, because he might
      have been Secretary of State at fifty; and here is a young fellow, hardly
      thirty, in that employment.(3) His father is a man of pleasure,(4) that
      walks the Mall, and frequents St. James's Coffee-house, and the
      chocolate-houses; and the young son is principal Secretary of State. Is
      there not something very odd in that? He told me, among other things, that
      Mr. Harley complained he could keep nothing from me, I had the way so much
      of getting into him. I knew that was a refinement; and so I told him, and
      it was so: indeed, it is hard to see these great men use me like one who
      was their betters, and the puppies with you in Ireland hardly regarding
      me: but there are some reasons for all this, which I will tell you when we
      meet. At coming home, I saw a letter from your mother, in answer to one I
      sent her two days ago. It seems she is in town; but cannot come out in a
      morning, just as you said; and God knows when I shall be at leisure in an
      afternoon: for if I should send her a penny-post letter, and afterwards
      not be able to meet her, it would vex me; and, besides, the days are
      short, and why she cannot come early in a morning, before she is wanted, I
      cannot imagine. I will desire her to let Lady Giffard know that she hears
      I am in town; and that she would go to see me, to inquire after you. I
      wonder she will confine herself so much to that old beast's humour. You
      know I cannot in honour see Lady Giffard, and consequently not go into her
      house. This I think is enough for the first time.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. And how could you write with such thin paper? (I forgot to say this in
      my former.) Cannot you get thicker? Why, that's a common caution that
      writing-masters give their scholars; you must have heard it a hundred
      times. 'Tis this:
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     "If paper be thin,
      Ink will slip in;
      But, if it be thick,
      You may write with a stick."(5)
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    <p>
      I had a letter to-day from poor Mrs. Long,(6) giving me an account of her
      present life, obscure in a remote country town, and how easy she is under
      it. Poor creature! 'tis just such an alteration in life, as if Presto
      should be banished from MD, and condemned to converse with Mrs. Raymond. I
      dined to-day with Ford, Sir Richard Levinge,(7) etc., at a place where
      they board, hard by. I was lazy, and not very well, sitting so long with
      company yesterday. I have been very busy writing this evening at home, and
      had a fire: I am spending my second half-bushel of coals; and now am in
      bed, and 'tis late.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I dined to-day in the City, and then went to christen Will
      Frankland's(8) child; and Lady Falconbridge(9) was one of the godmothers:
      this is a daughter of Oliver Cromwell, and extremely like him by his
      pictures that I have seen. I stayed till almost eleven, and am now come
      home and gone to bed. My business in the City was, to thank Stratford for
      a kindness he has done me, which now I will tell you. I found Bank Stock
      was fallen thirty-four in the hundred, and was mighty desirous to buy it;
      but I was a little too late for the cheapest time, being hindered by
      business here; for I was so wise to guess to a day when it would fall. My
      project was this: I had three hundred pounds in Ireland; and so I writ to
      Mr. Stratford in the City, to desire he would buy me three hundred pounds
      in Bank Stock, and that he should keep the papers, and that I would be
      bound to pay him for them; and, if it should rise or fall, I would take my
      chance, and pay him interest in the meantime. I showed my letter to one or
      two people who understand those things; and they said money was so hard to
      be got here, that no man would do it for me. However, Stratford, who is
      the most generous man alive, has done it: but it costs one hundred pounds
      and a half, that is, ten shillings; so that three hundred pounds cost me
      three hundred pounds and thirty shillings. This was done about a week ago,
      and I can have five pounds for my bargain already. Before it fell, it was
      one hundred and thirty pounds; and we are sure it will be the same again.
      I told you I writ to your mother, to desire that Lady Giffard would do the
      same with what she owes you; but she tells your mother she has no money. I
      would to God all you had in the world was there. Whenever you lend money,
      take this rule, to have two people bound, who have both visible fortunes;
      for they will hardly die together; and, when one dies, you fall upon the
      other, and make him add another security: and if Rathburn (now I have his
      name) pays you in your money, let me know, and I will direct Parvisol
      accordingly: however, he shall wait on you and know. So, ladies, enough of
      business for one night. Paaaaast twelvvve o'clock. I must only add, that,
      after a long fit of rainy weather, it has been fair two or three days, and
      is this day grown cold and frosty; so that you must give poor little
      Presto leave to have a fire in his chamber morning and evening too; and he
      will do as much for you.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. What, has your Chancellor(10) lost his senses, like Will Crowe?(11) I
      forgot to tell Dingley that I was yesterday at Ludgate, bespeaking the
      spectacles at the great shop there, and shall have them in a day or two.
      This has been an insipid day. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and came
      gravely home, after just visiting the Coffee-house. Sir Richard Cox,(12)
      they say, is sure of going over Lord Chancellor, who is as arrant a puppy
      as ever ate bread: but the Duke of Ormond has a natural affection to
      puppies; which is a thousand pities, being none himself. I have been
      amusing myself at home till now, and in bed bid you good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I have been visiting this morning, but nobody was at home, Secretary
      St. John, Sir Thomas Hanmer,(13) Sir Chancellor Cox-comb, etc. I attended
      the Duke of Ormond with about fifty other Irish gentlemen at Skinners'
      Hall, where the Londonderry Society laid out three hundred pounds to treat
      us and his Grace with a dinner. Three great tables with the dessert laid
      in mighty figure. Sir Richard Levinge and I got discreetly to the head of
      the second table, to avoid the crowd at the first: but it was so cold, and
      so confounded a noise with the trumpets and hautboys, that I grew weary,
      and stole away before the second course came on; so I can give you no
      account of it, which is a thousand pities. I called at Ludgate for
      Dingley's glasses, and shall have them in a day or two; and I doubt it
      will cost me thirty shillings for a microscope, but not without Stella's
      permission; for I remember she is a virtuoso. Shall I buy it or no? 'Tis
      not the great bulky ones, nor the common little ones, to impale a louse
      (saving your presence) upon a needle's point; but of a more exact sort,
      and clearer to the sight, with all its equipage in a little trunk that you
      may carry in your pocket. Tell me, sirrah, shall I buy it or not for you?
      I came home straight, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I dined to-day in the city with Mr. Manley,(14) who invited Mr.
      Addison and me, and some other friends, to his lodging, and entertained us
      very handsomely. I returned with Mr. Addison, and loitered till nine in
      the Coffee-house, where I am hardly known, by going so seldom. I am here
      soliciting for Trounce; you know him: he was gunner in the former yacht,
      and would fain be so in the present one if you remember him, a good,
      lusty, fresh-coloured fellow. Shall I stay till I get another letter from
      MD before I close up this? Mr. Addison and I meet a little seldomer than
      formerly, although we are still at bottom as good friends as ever, but
      differ a little about party.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. To-day I went to Lewis at the Secretary's office; where I saw and
      spoke to Mr. Harley, who promised, in a few days, to finish the rest of my
      business. I reproached him for putting me on the necessity of minding him
      of it, and rallied him, etc., which he took very well. I dined to-day with
      one Mr. Gore, elder brother to a young merchant of my acquaintance; and
      Stratford and my other friend merchants dined with us, where I stayed
      late, drinking claret and burgundy; and am just got to bed, and will say
      no more, but that it now begins to be time to have a letter from my own
      little MD; for the last I had above a fortnight ago, and the date was old
      too.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. To-day I dined with Lewis and Prior at an eating-house, but with
      Lewis's wine. Lewis went away, and Prior and I sat on, where we
      complimented one another for an hour or two upon our mutual wit and
      poetry. Coming home at seven, a gentleman unknown stopped me in the Pall
      Mall, and asked my advice; said he had been to see the Queen (who was just
      come to town), and the people in waiting would not let him see her; that
      he had two hundred thousand men ready to serve her in the war; that he
      knew the Queen perfectly well, and had an apartment at Court, and if she
      heard he was there, she would send for him immediately; that she owed him
      two hundred thousand pounds, etc., and he desired my opinion, whether he
      should go try again whether he could see her; or because, perhaps, she was
      weary after her journey, whether he had not better stay till to-morrow. I
      had a mind to get rid of my companion, and begged him of all love to go
      and wait on her immediately; for that, to my knowledge, the Queen would
      admit him; that this was an affair of great importance, and required
      despatch: and I instructed him to let me know the success of his business,
      and come to the Smyrna Coffee-house, where I would wait for him till
      midnight; and so ended this adventure. I would have fain given the man
      half a crown; but was afraid to offer it him, lest he should be offended;
      for, beside his money, he said he had a thousand pounds a year. I came
      home not early; and so, madams both, goodnight, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I dined to-day with poor Lord Mountjoy, who is ill of the gout; and
      this evening I christened our coffee-man Elliot's(15) child, where the
      rogue had a most noble supper, and Steele and I sat among some scurvy
      company over a bowl of punch; so that I am come home late, young women,
      and can't stay to write to little rogues.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. I loitered at home, and dined with Sir Andrew Fountaine at his
      lodging, and then came home: a silly day.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I was visiting all this morning, and then went to the Secretary's
      office, and found Mr. Harley, with whom I dined; and Secretary St. John,
      etc., and Harley promised in a very few days to finish what remains of my
      business. Prior was of the company, and we all dine at the Secretary's
      to-morrow. I saw Stella's mother this morning: she came early, and we
      talked an hour. I wish you would propose to Lady Giffard to take the three
      hundred pounds out of her hands, and give her common interest for life,
      and security that you will pay her: the Bishop of Clogher, or any friend,
      would be security for you, if you gave them counter-security; and it may
      be argued that it will pass better to be in your hands than hers, in case
      of mortality, etc. Your mother says, if you write, she will second it; and
      you may write to your mother, and then it will come from her. She tells me
      Lady Giffard has a mind to see me, by her discourse; but I told her what
      to say, with a vengeance. She told Lady Giffard she was going to see me:
      she looks extremely well. I am writing(16) in my bed like a tiger; and so
      good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I dined with Secretary St. John; and Lord Dartmouth, who is t'other
      Secretary, dined with us, and Lord Orrery(17) and Prior, etc. Harley
      called, but could not dine with us, and would have had me away while I was
      at dinner; but I did not like the company he was to have. We stayed till
      eight, and I called at the Coffee-house, and looked where the letters lie;
      but no letter directed for Mr. Presto: at last I saw a letter to Mr.
      Addison, and it looked like a rogue's hand; so I made the fellow give it
      me, and opened it before him, and saw three letters all for myself: so,
      truly, I put them in my pocket, and came home to my lodging. Well, and so
      you shall hear: well, and so I found one of them in Dingley's hand, and
      t'other in Stella's, and the third in Domville's.(18) Well, so you shall
      hear; so, said I to myself, What now, two letters from MD together? But I
      thought there was something in the wind; so I opened one, and I opened
      t'other; and so you shall hear, one was from Walls. Well, but t'other was
      from our own dear MD; yes it was. O faith, have you received my seventh,
      young women, already? Then I must send this to-morrow, else there will be
      old(19) doings at our house, faith.&mdash;Well, I won't answer your letter
      in this: no, faith, catch me at that, and I never saw the like. Well; but
      as to Walls, tell him (with service to him and wife, etc.) that I have no
      imagination of Mr. Pratt's(20) losing his place: and while Pratt
      continues, Clements is in no danger; and I have already engaged Lord
      Hyde(21) he speaks of, for Pratt and twenty others; but, if such a thing
      should happen, I will do what I can. I have above ten businesses of other
      people's now on my hands, and, I believe, shall miscarry in half. It is
      your sixth I now have received. I writ last post to the Bishop of Clogher
      again. Shall I send this to-morrow? Well, I will, to oblige MD. Which
      would you rather, a short letter every week, or a long one every
      fortnight? A long one; well, it shall be done, and so good-night. Well,
      but is this a long one? No, I warrant you: too long for naughty girls.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I only ask, have you got both the ten pounds, or only the first; I
      hope you mean both. Pray be good housewives; and I beg you to walk when
      you can, for health. Have you the horse in town? and do you ever ride him?
      how often? Confess. Ahhh, sirrah, have I caught you? Can you contrive to
      let Mrs. Fenton(22) know, that the request she has made me in her letter I
      will use what credit I have to bring about, although I hear it is very
      difficult, and I doubt I shall not succeed? Cox is not to be your
      Chancellor: all joined against him. I have been supping with Lord
      Peterborow at his house, with Prior, Lewis, and Dr. Freind. 'Tis the
      ramblingest lying rogue on earth. Dr. Raymond is come to town: 'tis late,
      and so I bid you good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I tell you, pretty management! Ned Southwell told me the other day he
      had a letter from the bishops of Ireland, with an address to the Duke of
      Ormond, to intercede with the Queen to take off the First-Fruits. I dined
      with him to-day, and saw it, with another letter to him from the Bishop of
      Kildare,(23) to call upon me for the papers, etc.; and I had last post one
      from the Archbishop of Dublin, telling me the reason of this proceeding;
      that, upon hearing the Duke of Ormond was declared Lord Lieutenant, they
      met; and the bishops were for this project, and talked coldly of my being
      solicitor, as one that was favoured by t'other party, etc., but desired
      that I would still solicit.(24) Now the wisdom of this is admirable; for I
      had given the Archbishop an account of my reception from Mr. Harley, and
      how he had spoken to the Queen, and promised it should be done; but Mr.
      Harley ordered me to tell no person alive. Some time after, he gave me
      leave to let the Primate and Archbishop know that the Queen had remitted
      the First-Fruits; and that in a short time they should have an account of
      it in form from Lord Dartmouth, Secretary of State. So while their letter
      was on the road to the Duke of Ormond and Southwell, mine was going to
      them with an account of the thing being done. I writ a very warm
      answer(25) to the Archbishop immediately; and showed my resentments, as I
      ought, against the bishops; only, in good manners, excepting himself. I
      wonder what they will say when they hear the thing is done. I was
      yesterday forced to tell Southwell so, that the Queen had done it, etc.;
      for he said, my Lord Duke would think of it some months hence, when he was
      going for Ireland; and he had it three years in doing formerly, without
      any success. I give you free leave to say, on occasion, that it is done;
      and that Mr. Harley prevailed on the Queen to do it, etc., as you please.
      As I hope to live, I despise the credit of it, out of an excess of pride;
      and desire you will not give me the least merit when you talk of it; but I
      would vex the bishops, and have it spread that Mr. Harley had done it:
      pray do so. Your mother sent me last night a parcel of wax candles, and a
      bandbox full of small plumcakes. I thought it had been something for you;
      and, without opening them, sent answer by the maid that brought them, that
      I would take care to send the things, etc.; but I will write her thanks.
      Is this a long letter, sirrahs? Now, are you satisfied? I have had no fit
      since the first: I drink brandy every morning, and take pills every night.
      Never fear, I an't vexed at this puppy business of the bishops, although I
      was a little at first. I will tell you my reward: Mr. Harley will think he
      has done me a favour; the Duke of Ormond, perhaps, that I have put a
      neglect on him; and the bishops in Ireland, that I have done nothing at
      all. So goes the world. But I have got above all this, and, perhaps, I
      have better reason for it than they know: and so you shall hear no more of
      First-Fruits, dukes, Harleys, archbishops, and Southwells.
    </p>
    <p>
      I have slipped off Raymond upon some of his countrymen, to show him the
      town, etc., and I lend him Patrick. He desires to sit with me in the
      evenings; upon which I have given Patrick positive orders that I am not
      within at evenings.
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      LETTER 10.
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      LONDON, Nov. 25, 1710.
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    <p>
      I will tell you something that's plaguy silly: I had forgot to say on the
      23d in my last, where I dined; and because I had done it constantly, I
      thought it was a great omission, and was going to interline it; but at
      last the silliness of it made me cry, Pshah, and I let it alone. I was
      to-day to see the Parliament meet; but only saw a great crowd; and Ford
      and I went to see the tombs at Westminster, and sauntered so long I was
      forced to go to an eating-house for my dinner. Bromley(1) is chosen
      Speaker, nemine contradicente: Do you understand those two words? And
      Pompey, Colonel Hill's(2) black, designs to stand Speaker for the
      footmen.(3) I am engaged to use my interest for him, and have spoken to
      Patrick to get him some votes. We are now all impatient for the Queen's
      speech, what she will say about removing the Ministry, etc. I have got a
      cold, and I don't know how; but got it I have, and am hoarse: I don't know
      whether it will grow better or worse. What's that to you? I won't answer
      your letter to-night. I'll keep you a little longer in suspense: I can't
      send it. Your mother's cakes are very good, and one of them serves me for
      a breakfast, and so I'll go sleep like a good boy.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I have got a cruel cold, and stayed within all this day in my
      nightgown, and dined on sixpennyworth of victuals, and read and writ, and
      was denied to everybody. Dr. Raymond(4) called often, and I was denied;
      and at last, when I was weary, I let him come up, and asked him, without
      consequence, how Patrick denied me, and whether he had the art of it? So
      by this means he shall be used to have me denied to him; otherwise he
      would be a plaguy trouble and hindrance to me: he has sat with me two
      hours, and drank a pint of ale cost me fivepence, and smoked his pipe, and
      it is now past eleven that he is just gone. Well, my eighth is with you
      now, young women; and your seventh to me is somewhere in a post-boy's bag;
      and so go to your gang of deans, and Stoytes, and Walls, and lose your
      money; go, sauceboxes: and so good-night, and be happy, dear rogues. Oh,
      but your box was sent to Dr. Hawkshaw by Sterne, and you will have it with
      Hawkshaw, and spectacles, etc., etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. To-day Mr. Harley met me in the Court of Requests,(5) and whispered me
      to dine with him. At dinner I told him what those bishops had done, and
      the difficulty I was under. He bid me never trouble myself; he would tell
      the Duke of Ormond the business was done, and that he need not concern
      himself about it. So now I am easy, and they may hang themselves for a
      parcel of insolent, ungrateful rascals. I suppose I told you in my last,
      how they sent an address to the Duke of Ormond, and a letter to Southwell,
      to call on me for the papers, after the thing was over; but they had not
      received my letter, though the Archbishop might, by what I writ to him,
      have expected it would be done. Well, there is an end of that; and in a
      little time the Queen will send them notice, etc. And so the methods will
      be settled; and then I shall think of returning, although the baseness of
      those bishops makes me love Ireland less than I did.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Lord Halifax sent to invite me to dinner; where I stayed till six, and
      crossed him in all his Whig talk, and made him often come over to me. I
      know he makes court to the new men, although he affects to talk like a
      Whig. I had a letter to-day from the Bishop of Clogher; but I writ to him
      lately, that I would obey his commands to the Duke of Ormond. He says I
      bid him read the London "Shaver," and that you both swore it was "Shaver,"
      and not "Shower."(6) You all lie, and you are puppies, and can't read
      Presto's hand. The Bishop is out entirely in his conjectures of my share
      in the Tatlers.&mdash;I have other things to mind, and of much greater
      importance;(7) else I have little to do to be acquainted with a new
      Ministry, who consider me a little more than Irish bishops do.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Now for your saucy, good dear letter: let me see, what does it say?
      come then. I dined to-day with Ford, and went home early; he debauched(8)
      me to his chamber again with a bottle of wine till twelve: so good-night.
      I cannot write an answer now, you rogues.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. To-day I have been visiting, which I had long neglected; and I dined
      with Mrs. Barton alone; and sauntered at the Coffee-house till past eight,
      and have been busy till eleven, and now I'll answer your letter, saucebox.
      Well, let me see now again. My wax candle's almost out, but however I'll
      begin. Well then, do not be so tedious, Mr. Presto; what can you say to
      MD's letter? Make haste, have done with your preambles&mdash;Why, I say I
      am glad you are so often abroad; your mother thinks it is want of exercise
      hurts you, and so do I. (She called here to-night, but I was not within,
      that's by the bye.) Sure you do not deceive me, Stella, when you say you
      are in better health than you were these three weeks; for Dr. Raymond told
      me yesterday, that Smyth of the Blind Quay had been telling Mr. Leigh that
      he left you extremely ill; and in short, spoke so, that he almost put poor
      Leigh into tears, and would have made me run distracted; though your
      letter is dated the 11th instant, and I saw Smyth in the city above a
      fortnight ago, as I passed by in a coach. Pray, pray, don't write, Stella,
      until you are mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty well in your eyes, and are
      sure it won't do you the least hurt. Or come, I'll tell you what; you,
      Mistress Stella, shall write your share at five or six sittings, one
      sitting a day; and then comes Dingley all together, and then Stella a
      little crumb towards the end, to let us see she remembers Presto; and then
      conclude with something handsome and genteel, as your most
      humblecumdumble, or, etc. O Lord! does Patrick write word of my not coming
      till spring? Insolent man! he know my secrets? No; as my Lord Mayor said,
      No; if I thought my shirt knew, etc. Faith, I will come as soon as it is
      any way proper for me to come; but, to say the truth, I am at present a
      little involved with the present Ministry in some certain things (which I
      tell you as a secret); and soon as ever I can clear my hands, I will stay
      no longer; for I hope the First-Fruit business will be soon over in all
      its forms. But, to say the truth, the present Ministry have a difficult
      task, and want me, etc. Perhaps they may be just as grateful as others:
      but, according to the best judgment I have, they are pursuing the true
      interest of the public; and therefore I am glad to contribute what is in
      my power. For God's sake, not a word of this to any alive.&mdash;Your
      Chancellor?(9) Why, madam, I can tell you he has been dead this fortnight.
      Faith, I could hardly forbear our little language about a nasty dead
      Chancellor, as you may see by the blot.(10) Ploughing? A pox plough them;
      they'll plough me to nothing. But have you got your money, both the ten
      pounds? How durst he pay you the second so soon? Pray be good huswifes.
      Ay, well, and Joe, why, I had a letter lately from Joe, desiring I would
      take some care of their poor town,(11) who, he says, will lose their
      liberties. To which I desired Dr. Raymond would return answer, that the
      town had behaved themselves so ill to me, so little regarded the advice I
      gave them, and disagreed so much among themselves, that I was resolved
      never to have more to do with them; but that whatever personal kindness I
      could do to Joe, should be done. Pray, when you happen to see Joe, tell
      him this, lest Raymond should have blundered or forgotten&mdash;Poor Mrs.
      Wesley!&mdash;Why these poligyes(12) for being abroad? Why should you be
      at home at all, until Stella is quite well?&mdash;So, here is Mistress
      Stella again, with her two eggs, etc. My "Shower" admired with you; why,
      the Bishop of Clogher says, he has seen something of mine of the same
      sort, better than the "Shower." I suppose he means "The Morning";(13) but
      it is not half so good. I want your judgment of things, and not your
      country's. How does MD like it? and do they taste it ALL? etc. I am glad
      Dean Bolton(14) has paid the twenty pounds. Why should not I chide the
      Bishop of Clogher for writing to the Archbishop of Cashel,(15) without
      sending the letter first to me? It does not signify a &mdash;&mdash;; for
      he has no credit at Court. Stuff&mdash;they are all puppies. I will break
      your head in good earnest, young woman, for your nasty jest about Mrs.
      Barton.(16) Unlucky sluttikin, what a word is there! Faith, I was thinking
      yesterday, when I was with her, whether she could break them or no, and it
      quite spoilt my imagination. "Mrs. Walls, does Stella win as she
      pretends?" "No indeed, Doctor; she loses always, and will play so
      VENTERSOMELY, how can she win?" See here now; an't you an impudent lying
      slut? Do, open Domville's letter; what does it signify, if you have a
      mind? Yes, faith, you write smartly with your eyes shut; all was well but
      the <i>n</i>. See how I can do it; MADAM STELLA, YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT.(17)
      O, but one may look whether one goes crooked or no, and so write on. I
      will tell you what you may do; you may write with your eyes half shut,
      just as when one is going to sleep: I have done so for two or three lines
      now; it is but just seeing enough to go straight.&mdash;Now, Madam
      Dingley, I think I bid you tell Mr. Walls that, in case there be occasion,
      I will serve his friend as far as I can; but I hope there will be none.
      Yet I believe you will have a new Parliament; but I care not whether you
      have or no a better. You are mistaken in all your conjectures about the
      Tatlers. I have given him one or two hints, and you have heard me talk
      about the Shilling.(18) Faith, these answering letters are very long ones:
      you have taken up almost the room of a week in journals; and I will tell
      you what, I saw fellows wearing crosses to-day,(19) and I wondered what
      was the matter; but just this minute I recollect it is little Presto's
      birthday; and I was resolved these three days to remember it when it came,
      but could not. Pray, drink my health to-day at dinner; do, you rogues. Do
      you like "Sid Hamet's Rod"? Do you understand it all? Well, now at last I
      have done with your letter, and so I will lay me down to sleep, and about,
      fair maids; and I hope merry maids all.
    </p>
    <p>
      Dec. 1. Morning. I wish Smyth were hanged. I was dreaming the most
      melancholy things in the world of poor Stella, and was grieving and crying
      all night.&mdash;Pshah, it is foolish: I will rise and divert myself; so
      good-morrow; and God of His infinite mercy keep and protect you! The
      Bishop of Clogher's letter is dated Nov. 21. He says you thought of going
      with him to Clogher. I am heartily glad of it, and wish you would ride
      there, and Dingley go in a coach. I have had no fit since my first,
      although sometimes my head is not quite in good order.&mdash;At night. I
      was this morning to visit Mr. Pratt, who is come over with poor, sick Lord
      Shelburne: they made me dine with them; and there I stayed, like a booby,
      till eight, looking over them at ombre, and then came home. Lord
      Shelburne's giddiness is turned into a colic, and he looks miserably.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. Steele, the rogue, has done the imprudentest thing in the world: he
      said something in a Tatler,(20) that we ought to use the word Great
      Britain, and not England, in common conversation, as, "The finest lady in
      Great Britain," etc. Upon this, Rowe, Prior, and I sent him a letter,
      turning this into ridicule. He has to-day printed the letter,(21) and
      signed it J.S., M.P., and N.R., the first letters of all our names.
      Congreve told me to-day, he smoked it immediately. Congreve and I, and Sir
      Charles Wager, dined to-day at Delaval's, the Portugal Envoy; and I stayed
      there till eight, and came home, and am now writing to you before I do
      business, because that dog Patrick is not at home, and the fire is not
      made, and I am not in my gear. Pox take him!&mdash;I was looking by chance
      at the top of this side, and find I make plaguy mistakes in words; so that
      you must fence against that as well as bad writing. Faith, I can't nor
      won't read what I have written. (Pox of this puppy!) Well, I'll leave you
      till I am got to bed, and then I will say a word or two.&mdash;Well, 'tis
      now almost twelve, and I have been busy ever since, by a fire too (I have
      my coals by half a bushel at a time, I'll assure you), and now I am got to
      bed. Well, and what have you to say to Presto now he is abed? Come now,
      let us hear your speeches. No, 'tis a lie; I an't sleepy yet. Let us sit
      up a little longer, and talk. Well, where have you been to-day, that you
      are but just this minute come home in a coach? What have you lost? Pay the
      coachman, Stella. No, faith, not I, he'll grumble.&mdash;What new
      acquaintance have you got? come, let us hear. I have made Delaval promise
      to send me some Brazil tobacco from Portugal for you, Madam Dingley. I
      hope you will have your chocolate and spectacles before this comes to you.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Pshaw, I must be writing to these dear saucy brats every night, whether
      I will or no, let me have what business I will, or come home ever so late,
      or be ever so sleepy; but an old saying, and a true one,
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      I was to-day at Court, and saw Raymond among the Beefeaters, staying to
      see the Queen: so I put him in a better station, made two or three dozen
      of bows, and went to church, and then to Court again, to pick up a dinner,
      as I did with Sir John Stanley; and then we went to visit Lord Mountjoy,
      and just now left him; and 'tis near eleven at night, young women; and
      methinks this letter comes pretty near to the bottom, and 'tis but eight
      days since the date, and don't think I'll write on the other side, I thank
      you for nothing. Faith, if I would use you to letters on sheets as broad
      as this room, you would always expect them from me. O, faith, I know you
      well enough; but an old saying, etc.,
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    <p>
      I think that's but a silly old saying; and so I'll go to sleep, and do you
      so too.
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    <p>
      4. I dined to-day with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and then came home, and studied
      till eleven. No adventure at all to-day.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. So I went to the Court of Requests (we have had the Devil and all of
      rain by the bye) to pick up a dinner; and Henley made me go dine with him
      and one Colonel Bragg(22) at a tavern; cost me money, faith. Congreve was
      to be there, but came not. I came with Henley to the Coffee-house, where
      Lord Salisbury(23) seemed mighty desirous to talk with me; and, while he
      was wriggling himself into my favour, that dog Henley asked me aloud,
      whether I would go to see Lord Somers as I had promised (which was a lie);
      and all to vex poor Lord Salisbury, who is a high Tory. He played two or
      three other such tricks; and I was forced to leave my lord, and I came
      home at seven, and have been writing ever since, and will now go to bed.
      The other day I saw Jack Temple(24) in the Court of Requests: it was the
      first time of seeing him; so we talked two or three careless words, and
      parted. Is it true that your Recorder and Mayor, and fanatic aldermen, a
      month or two ago, at a solemn feast, drank Mr. Harley's, Lord
      Rochester's,(25) and other Tory healths? Let me know; it was confidently
      said here.&mdash;The scoundrels! It shan't do, Tom.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. When is this letter to go, I wonder? harkee, young women, tell me that.
      Saturday next for certain, and not before: then it will be just a
      fortnight; time enough for naughty girls, and long enough for two letters,
      faith. Congreve and Delaval have at last prevailed on Sir Godfrey Kneller
      to entreat me to let him draw my picture for nothing; but I know not yet
      when I shall sit.(26)&mdash;It is such monstrous rainy weather, that there
      is no doing with it. Secretary St. John sent to me this morning, that my
      dining with him to-day was put off till to-morrow; so I peaceably sat with
      my neighbour Ford, dined with him, and came home at six, and am now in bed
      as usual; and now it is time to have another letter from MD, yet I would
      not have it till this goes; for that would look like two letters for one.
      Is it not whimsical that the Dean has never once written to me? And I find
      the Archbishop very silent to that letter I sent him with an account that
      the business was done. I believe he knows not what to write or say; and I
      have since written twice to him, both times with a vengeance.(27) Well, go
      to bed, sirrahs, and so will I. But have you lost to-day? Three shillings!
      O fie, O fie!
    </p>
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      7. No, I won't send this letter to-day, nor till Saturday, faith; and I am
      so afraid of one from MD between this and that; if it comes, I will just
      say I received a letter, and that is all. I dined to-day with Mr.
      Secretary St. John, where were Lord Anglesea,(28) Sir Thomas Hanmer,
      Prior, Freind, etc., and then made a debauch after nine at Prior's house,
      and have eaten cold pie, and I hate the thoughts of it, and I am full, and
      I don't like it, and I will go to bed, and it is late, and so good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. To-day I dined with Mr. Harley and Prior; but Mr. St. John did not
      come, though he promised: he chid me for not seeing him oftener. Here is a
      damned, libellous pamphlet come out against Lord Wharton, giving the
      character first, and then telling some of his actions: the character is
      very well, but the facts indifferent.(29) It has been sent by dozens to
      several gentlemen's lodgings, and I had one or two of them; but nobody
      knows the author or printer. We are terribly afraid of the plague; they
      say it is at Newcastle.(30) I begged Mr. Harley for the love of God to
      take some care about it, or we are all ruined. There have been orders for
      all ships from the Baltic to pass their quarantine before they land; but
      they neglect it. You remember I have been afraid these two years.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. O, faith, you are a saucy rogue. I have had your sixth letter just now,
      before this is gone; but I will not answer a word of it, only that I never
      was giddy since my first fit; but I have had a cold just a fortnight, and
      cough with it still morning and evening; but it will go off. It is,
      however, such abominable weather that no creature can walk. They say here
      three of your Commissioners will be turned out, Ogle, South, and St.
      Quintin;(31) and that Dick Stewart(32) and Ludlow will be two of the new
      ones. I am a little soliciting for another: it is poor Lord Abercorn,(33)
      but that is a secret; I mean, that I befriend him is a secret; but I
      believe it is too late, by his own fault and ill fortune. I dined with him
      to-day. I am heartily sorry you do not go to Clogher, faith, I am; and so
      God Almighty protect poor, dear, dear, dear, dearest MD. Farewell till
      to-night. I'll begin my eleventh to-night; so I am always writing to
      little MD.
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      LETTER 11.
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      LONDON, Dec. 9, 1710.
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    <p>
      So, young women, I have just sent my tenth to the post-office, and, as I
      told you, have received your seventh (faith, I am afraid I mistook, and
      said your sixth, and then we shall be all in confusion this month.) Well,
      I told you I dined with Lord Abercorn to-day; and that is enough till by
      and bye; for I must go write idle things, and twittle twattle.(1) What's
      here to do with your little MD's? and so I put this by for a while. 'Tis
      now late, and I can only say MD is a dear, saucy rogue, and what then?
      Presto loves them the better.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. This son of a b&mdash;&mdash; Patrick is out of the way, and I can do
      nothing; am forced to borrow coals: 'tis now six o'clock, and I am come
      home after a pure walk in the park; delicate weather, begun only to-day. A
      terrible storm last night: we hear one of your packet-boats is cast away,
      and young Beau Swift(2) in it, and General Sankey:(3) I know not the
      truth; you will before me. Raymond talks of leaving the town in a few
      days, and going in a month to Ireland, for fear his wife should be too far
      gone, and forced to be brought to bed here. I think he is in the right;
      but perhaps this packet-boat will fright him. He has no relish for London;
      and I do not wonder at it. He has got some Templars from Ireland that show
      him the town. I do not let him see me above twice a week, and that only
      while I am dressing in the morning.&mdash;So, now the puppy's come in, and
      I have got my own ink, but a new pen; and so now you are rogues and
      sauceboxes till I go to bed; for I must go study, sirrahs. Now I think of
      it, tell the Bishop of Clogher, he shall not cheat me of one inch of my
      bell metal. You know it is nothing but to save the town money; and
      Enniskillen can afford it better than Laracor: he shall have but one
      thousand five hundred weight. I have been reading, etc., as usual, and am
      now going to bed; and I find this day's article is long enough: so get you
      gone till to-morrow, and then. I dined with Sir Matthew Dudley.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I am come home again as yesterday, and the puppy had again locked up
      my ink, notwithstanding all I said to him yesterday; but he came home a
      little after me, so all is well: they are lighting my fire, and I'll go
      study. The fair weather is gone again, and it has rained all day. I do not
      like this open weather, though some say it is healthy. They say it is a
      false report about the plague at Newcastle.(4) I have no news to-day: I
      dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, to desire them to buy me a scarf; and Lady
      Abercorn(5) is to buy me another, to see who does best: mine is all in
      rags. I saw the Duke of Richmond(6) yesterday at Court again, but would
      not speak to him: I believe we are fallen out. I am now in bed; and it has
      rained all this evening, like wildfire: have you so much rain in your
      town? Raymond was in a fright, as I expected, upon the news of this
      shipwreck; but I persuaded him, and he leaves this town in a week. I got
      him acquainted with Sir Robert Raymond,(7) the Solicitor-General, who owns
      him to be of his family; and I believe it may do him a kindness, by being
      recommended to your new Lord Chancellor.&mdash;I had a letter from Mrs.
      Long, that has quite turned my stomach against her: no less than two nasty
      jests in it, with dashes to suppose them. She is corrupted in that country
      town(8) with vile conversation.&mdash;I will not answer your letter till I
      have leisure: so let this go on as it will, what care I? what cares saucy
      Presto?
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I was to-day at the Secretary's office with Lewis, and in came Lord
      Rivers;(9) who took Lewis out and whispered him; and then came up to me to
      desire my acquaintance, etc., so we bowed and complimented a while, and
      parted and I dined with Phil. Savage(10) and his Irish Club, at their
      boarding-place; and, passing an evening scurvily enough, did not come home
      till eight. Mr. Addison and I hardly meet once a fortnight; his Parliament
      and my different friendships keep us asunder. Sir Matthew Dudley turned
      away his butler yesterday morning; and at night the poor fellow died
      suddenly in the streets: was not it an odd event? But what care you? But
      then I knew the butler.&mdash;Why, it seems your packet-boat is not lost:
      psha, how silly that is, when I had already gone through the forms, and
      said it was a sad thing, and that I was sorry for it! But when must I
      answer this letter of our MD's? Here it is, it lies between this paper on
      t'other side of the leaf: one of these odd-come-shortly's I'll consider,
      and so good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. Morning. I am to go trapesing with Lady Kerry(11) and Mrs. Pratt(12)
      to see sights all this day: they engaged me yesterday morning at tea. You
      hear the havoc making in the army: Meredith, Maccartney, and Colonel
      Honeywood(13) are obliged to sell their commands at half-value, and leave
      the army, for drinking destruction to the present Ministry, and dressing
      up a hat on a stick, and calling it Harley; then drinking a glass with one
      hand, and discharging a pistol with the other at the maukin,(14) wishing
      it were Harley himself; and a hundred other such pretty tricks, as
      inflaming their soldiers, and foreign Ministers, against the late changes
      at Court. Cadogan(15) has had a little paring: his mother(16) told me
      yesterday he had lost the place of Envoy; but I hope they will go no
      further with him, for he was not at those mutinous meetings.&mdash;Well,
      these saucy jades take up so much of my time with writing to them in a
      morning; but, faith, I am glad to see you whenever I can: a little snap
      and away; and so hold your tongue, for I must rise: not a word, for your
      life. How nowww? So, very well; stay till I come home, and then, perhaps,
      you may hear further from me. And where will you go to-day, for I can't be
      with you for these ladies? It is a rainy, ugly day. I'd have you send for
      Walls, and go to the Dean's; but don't play small games when you lose.
      You'll be ruined by Manilio, Basto, the queen, and two small trumps, in
      red.(17) I confess 'tis a good hand against the player: but then there are
      Spadilio, Punto, the king, strong trumps, against you, which, with one
      trump more, are three tricks ten ace: for, suppose you play your Manilio&mdash;Oh,
      silly, how I prate, and can't get away from this MD in a morning! Go, get
      you gone, dear naughty girls, and let me rise. There, Patrick locked up my
      ink again the third time last night: the rogue gets the better of me; but
      I will rise in spite of you, sirrahs.&mdash;At night. Lady Kerry, Mrs.
      Pratt, Mrs. Cadogan,(18) and I, in one coach; Lady Kerry's son(19) and his
      governor, and two gentlemen, in another; maids, and misses and little
      master (Lord Shelburne's(20) children, in a third, all hackneys, set out
      at ten o'clock this morning from Lord Shelburne's house in Piccadilly to
      the Tower, and saw all the sights, lions,(21) etc.; then to Bedlam;(22)
      then dined at the chop-house behind the Exchange; then to Gresham
      College(23) (but the keeper was not at home); and concluded the night at
      the Puppet-show,(24) whence we came home safe at eight, and I left them.
      The ladies were all in mobs(25) (how do you call it?), undrest; and it was
      the rainiest day that ever dripped; and I am weary; and it is now past
      eleven.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Stay, I'll answer some of your letter this morning in bed: let me see;
      come and appear, little letter. Here I am, says he: and what say you to
      Mrs. MD this morning fresh and fasting? Who dares think MD negligent? I
      allow them a fortnight; and they give it me. I could fill a letter in a
      week; but it is longer every day; and so I keep it a fortnight, and then
      'tis cheaper by one half. I have never been giddy, dear Stella, since that
      morning: I have taken a whole box of pills, and kecked(26) at them every
      night, and drank a pint of brandy at mornings.&mdash;Oh then, you kept
      Presto's little birthday:(27) would to God I had been with you! I forgot
      it, as I told you before. REdiculous, madam? I suppose you mean
      rIdiculous: let me have no more of that; 'tis the author of the
      Atalantis's(28) spelling. I have mended it in your letter. And can Stella
      read this writing without hurting her dear eyes? O, faith, I am afraid
      not. Have a care of those eyes, pray, pray, pretty Stella.&mdash;'Tis well
      enough what you observe, that, if I writ better, perhaps you would not
      read so well, being used to this manner; 'tis an alphabet you are used to:
      you know such a pot-hook makes a letter; and you know what letter, and so
      and so.&mdash;I'll swear he told me so, and that they were long letters
      too; but I told him it was a gasconnade of yours, etc. I am talking of the
      Bishop of Clogher, how he forgot. Turn over.(29) I had not room on t'other
      side to say that, so I did it on this: I fancy that's a good Irish
      blunder. Ah, why do not you go down to Clogher, nautinautinautideargirls;
      I dare not say nauti without dear: O, faith, you govern me. But,
      seriously, I'm sorry you don't go, as far as I can judge at this distance.
      No, we would get you another horse; I will make Parvisol get you one. I
      always doubted that horse of yours: prythee sell him, and let it be a
      present to me. My heart aches when I think you ride him. Order Parvisol to
      sell him, and that you are to return me the money: I shall never be easy
      until he is out of your hands. Faith, I have dreamt five or six times of
      horses stumbling since I had your letter. If he can't sell him, let him
      run this winter. Faith, if I was near you, I would whip your &mdash;&mdash;
      to some tune, for your grave, saucy answer about the Dean and Johnsonibus;
      I would, young women. And did the Dean preach for me?(30) Very well. Why,
      would they have me stand here and preach to them? No, the Tatler of the
      Shilling(31) was not mine, more than the hint, and two or three general
      heads for it. I have much more important business on my hands; and,
      besides, the Ministry hate to think that I should help him, and have made
      reproaches on it; and I frankly told them I would do it no more. This is a
      secret though, Madam Stella. You win eight shillings? you win eight
      fiddlesticks. Faith, you say nothing of what you lose, young women.&mdash;I
      hope Manley is in no great danger; for Ned Southwell is his friend, and so
      is Sir Thomas Frankland; and his brother John Manley stands up heartily
      for him. On t'other side, all the gentlemen of Ireland here are furiously
      against him. Now, Mistress Dingley, an't you an impudent slut, to expect a
      letter next packet from Presto, when you confess yourself that you had so
      lately two letters in four days? Unreasonable baggage! No, little Dingley,
      I am always in bed by twelve; I mean my candle is out by twelve, and I
      take great care of myself. Pray let everybody know, upon occasion, that
      Mr. Harley got the First-Fruits from the Queen for the clergy of Ireland,
      and that nothing remains but the forms, etc. So you say the Dean and you
      dined at Stoyte's, and Mrs. Stoyte was in raptures that I remembered her.
      I must do it but seldom, or it will take off her rapture. But what now,
      you saucy sluts? all this written in a morning, and I must rise and go
      abroad. Pray stay till night: do not think I will squander mornings upon
      you, pray, good madam. Faith, if I go on longer in this trick of writing
      in the morning, I shall be afraid of leaving it off, and think you expect
      it, and be in awe. Good-morrow, sirrahs, I will rise.&mdash;At night. I
      went to-day to the Court of Requests (I will not answer the rest of your
      letter yet, that by the way, in hopes to dine with Mr. Harley: but Lord
      Dupplin,(32) his son-in-law, told me he did not dine at home; so I was at
      a loss, until I met with Mr. Secretary St. John, and went home and dined
      with him, where he told me of a good bite.(33) Lord Rivers told me two
      days ago, that he was resolved to come Sunday fortnight next to hear me
      preach before the Queen. I assured him the day was not yet fixed, and I
      knew nothing of it. To-day the Secretary told me that his father, Sir
      Harry St. John,(34) and Lord Rivers were to be at St. James's Church, to
      hear me preach there; and were assured I was to preach: so there will be
      another bite; for I know nothing of the matter, but that Mr. Harley and
      St. John are resolved I must preach before the Queen; and the Secretary of
      State has told me he will give me three weeks' warning; but I desired to
      be excused, which he will not. St. John, "You shall not be excused":
      however, I hope they will forget it; for if it should happen, all the
      puppies hereabouts will throng to hear me, and expect something wonderful,
      and be plaguily baulked; for I shall preach plain honest stuff. I stayed
      with St. John till eight, and then came home; and Patrick desired leave to
      go abroad, and by and by comes up the girl to tell me, a gentleman was
      below in a coach, who had a bill to pay me; so I let him come up, and who
      should it be but Mr. Addison and Sam Dopping, to haul me out to supper,
      where I stayed till twelve. If Patrick had been at home, I should have
      'scaped this; for I have taught him to deny me almost as well as Mr.
      Harley's porter.&mdash;Where did I leave off in MD's letter? let me see.
      So, now I have it. You are pleased to say, Madam Dingley, that those who
      go for England can never tell when to come back. Do you mean this as a
      reflection upon Presto, madam? Sauceboxes, I will come back as soon as I
      can, as hope saved,(35) and I hope with some advantage, unless all
      Ministries be alike, as perhaps they may. I hope Hawkshaw is in Dublin
      before now, and that you have your things, and like your spectacles: if
      you do not, you shall have better. I hope Dingley's tobacco did not spoil
      Stella's chocolate, and that all is safe: pray let me know. Mr. Addison
      and I are different as black and white, and I believe our friendship will
      go off, by this damned business of party: he cannot bear seeing me fall in
      so with this Ministry: but I love him still as well as ever, though we
      seldom meet.&mdash;Hussy, Stella, you jest about poor Congreve's eyes;(36)
      you do so, hussy; but I'll bang your bones, faith.&mdash;Yes, Steele was a
      little while in prison, or at least in a spunging-house, some time before
      I came, but not since.(37)&mdash;Pox on your convocations, and your
      Lamberts;(38) they write with a vengeance! I suppose you think it a piece
      of affectation in me to wish your Irish folks would not like my "Shower,";
      but you are mistaken. I should be glad to have the general applause there
      as I have here (though I say it); but I have only that of one or two, and
      therefore I would have none at all, but let you all be in the wrong. I
      don't know, this is not what I would say; but I am so tosticated with
      supper and stuff, that I can't express myself.&mdash;What you say of "Sid
      Hamet" is well enough; that an enemy should like it, and a friend not; and
      that telling the author would make both change their opinions. Why did you
      not tell Griffyth(39) that you fancied there was something in it of my
      manner; but first spur up his commendation to the height, as we served my
      poor uncle about the sconce that I mended? Well, I desired you to give
      what I intended for an answer to Mrs. Fenton,(40) to save her postage, and
      myself trouble; and I hope I have done it, if you han't.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Lord, what a long day's writing was yesterday's answer to your letter,
      sirrahs! I dined to-day with Lewis and Ford, whom I have brought
      acquainted. Lewis told me a pure thing. I had been hankering with Mr.
      Harley to save Steele his other employment, and have a little mercy on
      him; and I had been saying the same thing to Lewis, who is Mr. Harley's
      chief favourite. Lewis tells Mr. Harley how kindly I should take it, if he
      would be reconciled to Steele, etc. Mr. Harley, on my account, falls in
      with it, and appoints Steele a time to let him attend him, which Steele
      accepts with great submission, but never comes, nor sends any excuse.
      Whether it was blundering, sullenness, insolence, or rancour of party, I
      cannot tell; but I shall trouble myself no more about him. I believe
      Addison hindered him out of mere spite, being grated(41) to the soul to
      think he should ever want my help to save his friend; yet now he is
      soliciting me to make another of his friends Queen's Secretary at Geneva;
      and I'll do it if I can; it is poor Pastoral Philips.(42)
    </p>
    <p>
      16. O, why did you leave my picture behind you at t'other lodgings? Forgot
      it? Well; but pray remember it now, and don't roll it up, d'ye hear; but
      hang it carefully in some part of your room, where chairs and candles and
      mop-sticks won't spoil it, sirrahs. No, truly, I will not be godfather to
      Goody Walls this bout, and I hope she will have no more. There will be no
      quiet nor cards for this child. I hope it will die the day after the
      christening. Mr. Harley gave me a paper, with an account of the sentence
      you speak of against the lads that defaced the statue,(43) and that
      Ingoldsby(44) reprieved that part of it of standing before the statue. I
      hope it was never executed. We have got your Broderick out;(45) Doyne(46)
      is to succeed him, and Cox(47) Doyne. And so there's an end of your
      letter; 'tis all answered; and now I must go on upon my own stock. Go on,
      did I say? Why, I have written enough; but this is too soon to send it
      yet, young women; faith, I dare not use you to it, you'll always expect
      it; what remains shall be only short journals of a day, and so I'll rise
      for this morning.&mdash;At night. I dined with my opposite neighbour,
      Darteneuf; and I was soliciting this day to present the Bishop of Clogher
      Vice-Chancellor;(48) but it won't do; they are all set against him, and
      the Duke of Ormond, they say, has resolved to dispose of it somewhere
      else. Well; little saucy rogues, do not stay out too late to-night,
      because it is Saturday night, and young women should come home soon then.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I went to Court to seek a dinner: but the Queen was not at church, she
      has got a touch of the gout; so the Court was thin, and I went to the
      Coffee-house; and Sir Thomas Frankland and his eldest son and I went and
      dined with his son William.(49) I talked a great deal to Sir Thomas about
      Manley; and find he is his good friend, and so has Ned Southwell been, and
      I hope he will be safe, though all the Irish folks here are his mortal
      enemies. There was a devilish bite to-day. They had it, I know not how,
      that I was to preach this morning at St. James's Church; an abundance
      went, among the rest Lord Radnor, who never is abroad till three in the
      afternoon. I walked all the way home from Hatton Garden at six, by
      moonlight, a delicate night. Raymond called at nine, but I was denied; and
      now I am in bed between eleven and twelve, just going to sleep, and dream
      of my own dear roguish impudent pretty MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. You will now have short days' works, just a few lines to tell you
      where I am, and what I am doing; only I will keep room for the last day to
      tell you news, if there be any worth sending. I have been sometimes like
      to do it at the top of my letter, until I remark it would be old before it
      reached you. I was hunting to dine with Mr. Harley to-day, but could not
      find him; and so I dined with honest Dr. Cockburn, and came home at six,
      and was taken out to next door by Dopping and Ford, to drink bad claret
      and oranges; and we let Raymond come to us, who talks of leaving the town
      to-morrow, but I believe will stay a day or two longer. It is now late,
      and I will say no more, but end this line with bidding my own dear saucy
      MD goodnight, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I am come down proud stomach in one instance, for I went to-day to see
      the Duke of Buckingham,(50) but came too late: then I visited Mrs.
      Barton,(51) and thought to have dined with some of the Ministry; but it
      rained, and Mrs. Vanhomrigh was nigh, and I took the opportunity of paying
      her for a scarf she bought me, and dined there; at four I went to
      congratulate with Lord Shelburne, for the death of poor Lady Shelburne
      dowager;(52) he was at his country house, and returned while I was there,
      and had not heard of it, and he took it very well. I am now come home
      before six, and find a packet from the Bishop of Clogher, with one
      enclosed to the Duke of Ormond, which is ten days earlier dated than
      another I had from Parvisol; however, 'tis no matter, for the Duke has
      already disposed of the Vice-Chancellorship to the Archbishop of Tuam,(53)
      and I could not help it, for it is a thing wholly you know in the Duke's
      power; and I find the Bishop has enemies about the Duke. I write this
      while Patrick is folding up my scarf, and doing up the fire (for I keep a
      fire, it costs me twelvepence a week); and so be quiet till I am gone to
      bed, and then sit down by me a little, and we will talk a few words more.
      Well; now MD is at my bedside; and now what shall we say? How does Mrs.
      Stoyte? What had the Dean for supper? How much did Mrs. Walls win? Poor
      Lady Shelburne: well, go get you to bed, sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. Morning. I was up this morning early, and shaved by candlelight, and
      write this by the fireside. Poor Raymond just came in and took his leave
      of me; he is summoned by high order from his wife, but pretends he has had
      enough of London. I was a little melancholy to part with him; he goes to
      Bristol, where they are to be with his merchant brother, and now thinks of
      staying till May; so she must be brought to bed in England. He was so easy
      and manageable, that I almost repent I suffered him to see me so seldom.
      But he is gone, and will save Patrick some lies in a week: Patrick is
      grown admirable at it, and will make his fortune. How now, sirrah, must I
      write in a morning to your impudence?
    </p>
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     Stay till night,
     And then I'll write,
     In black and white,
     By candlelight,
     Of wax so bright,
     It helps the sight&mdash;
     A bite, a bite!
</pre>
    <p>
      Marry come up, Mistress Boldface.&mdash;At night. Dr. Raymond came back,
      and goes to-morrow. I did not come home till eleven, and found him here to
      take leave of me. I went to the Court of Requests, thinking to find Mr.
      Harley and dine with him, and refused Henley, and everybody, and at last
      knew not where to go, and met Jemmy Leigh by chance, and he was just in
      the same way, so I dined at his lodgings on a beef-steak, and drank your
      health; then left him and went to the tavern with Ben Tooke and Portlack,
      the Duke of Ormond's secretary, drinking nasty white wine till eleven. I
      am sick, and ashamed of it, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I met that beast Ferris, Lord Berkeley's(54) steward formerly; I
      walked with him a turn in the Park, and that scoundrel dog is as happy as
      an emperor, has married a wife with a considerable estate in land and
      houses about this town, and lives at his ease at Hammersmith. See your
      confounded sect!(55) Well; I had the same luck to-day with Mr. Harley;
      'twas a lovely day, and went by water into the City, and dined with
      Stratford at a merchant's house, and walked home with as great a dunce as
      Ferris, I mean honest Colonel Caulfeild,(56) and came home by eight, and
      now am in bed, and going to sleep for a wager, and will send this letter
      on Saturday, and so; but first I will wish you a merry Christmas and a
      happy New Year, and pray God we may never keep them asunder again.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Morning. I am going now to Mr. Harley's levee on purpose to vex him; I
      will say I had no other way of seeing him, etc. Patrick says it is a dark
      morning, and that the Duke of Argyle(57) is to be knighted to-day; the
      booby means installed at Windsor. But I must rise, for this is a
      shaving-day, and Patrick says there is a good fire; I wish MD were by it,
      or I by MD's.&mdash;At night. I forgot to tell you, Madam Dingley, that I
      paid nine shillings for your glass and spectacles, of which three were for
      the Bishop's case: I am sorry I did not buy you such another case; but if
      you like it, I will bring one over with me; pray tell me: the glass to
      read was four shillings, the spectacles two. And have you had your
      chocolate? Leigh says he sent the petticoat by one Mr. Spencer. Pray have
      you no further commissions for me? I paid the glass-man but last night,
      and he would have made me a present of the microscope worth thirty
      shillings, and would have sent it home along with me; I thought the deuce
      was in the man: he said I could do him more service than that was worth,
      etc. I refused his present, but promised him all service I could do him;
      and so now I am obliged in honour to recommend him to everybody.&mdash;At
      night. I went to Mr. Harley's levee; he came and asked me what I had to do
      there, and bid me come and dine with him on a family dinner; which I did,
      and it was the first time I ever saw his lady(58) and daughter;(59) at
      five my Lord Keeper(60) came in: I told Mr. Harley, he had formerly
      presented me to Sir Simon Harcourt, but now must to my Lord Keeper; so he
      laughed, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Morning. This letter goes to-night without fail; I hope there is none
      from you yet at the Coffee-house; I will send and see by and by, and let
      you know, and so and so. Patrick goes to see for a letter: what will you
      lay, is there one from MD or no? No, I say; done for sixpence. Why has the
      Dean never once written to me? I won sixpence; I won sixpence; there is
      not one letter to Presto. Good-morrow, dear sirrahs: Stratford and I dine
      to-day with Lord Mountjoy. God Almighty preserve and bless you; farewell,
      etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      I have been dining at Lord Mountjoy's; and am come to study; our news from
      Spain this post takes off some of our fears. The Parliament is prorogued
      to-day, or adjourned rather till after the holidays. Bank Stock is 105, so
      I may get 12 shillings for my bargain already. Patrick, the puppy, is
      abroad, and how shall I send this letter? Good-night, little dears both,
      and be happy; and remember your poor Presto, that wants you sadly, as hope
      saved. Let me go study, naughty girls, and don't keep me at the bottom of
      the paper. O, faith, if you knew what lies on my hands constantly, you
      would wonder to see how I could write such long letters; but we'll talk of
      that some other time. Good-night again, and God bless dear MD with His
      best blessings, yes, yes, and Dingley and Stella and me too, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Ask the Bishop of Clogher about the pun I sent him of Lord Stawel's
      brother;(61) it will be a pure bite. This letter has 199 lines in it,
      beside all postscripts; I had a curiosity to reckon.
    </p>
    <p>
      There is a long letter for you.
    </p>
    <p>
      It is longer than a sermon, faith.
    </p>
    <p>
      I had another letter from Mrs. Fenton, who says you were with her; I hope
      you did not go on purpose. I will answer her letter soon; it is about some
      money in Lady Giffard's hands.
    </p>
    <p>
      They say you have had eight packets due to you; so pray, madams, do not
      blame Presto, but the wind.
    </p>
    <p>
      My humble service to Mrs. Walls and Mrs. Stoyte; I missed the former a
      good while.
    </p>
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      LETTER 12.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, Dec. 23, 1710.
    </h3>
    <p>
      I have sent my 11th to-night as usual, and begin the dozenth, and I told
      you I dined with Stratford at Lord Mountjoy's, and I will tell you no more
      at present, guess for why; because I am going to mind things, and mighty
      affairs, not your nasty First-Fruits&mdash;I let them alone till Mr.
      Harley gets the Queen's letter&mdash;but other things of greater moment,
      that you shall know one day, when the ducks have eaten up all the dirt. So
      sit still a while just by me, while I am studying, and don't say a word, I
      charge you, and when I am going to bed, I will take you along, and talk
      with you a little while, so there, sit there.&mdash;Come then, let us see
      what we have to say to these saucy brats, that will not let us go sleep at
      past eleven. Why, I am a little impatient to know how you do; but that I
      take it for a standing maxim, that when you are silent, all is pretty
      well, because that is the way I will deal with you; and if there was
      anything you ought to know now, I would write by the first post, although
      I had written but the day before. Remember this, young women; and God
      Almighty preserve you both, and make us happy together; and tell me how
      accompts stand between us, that you may be paid long before it is due, not
      to want. I will return no more money while I stay, so that you need not be
      in pain to be paid; but let me know at least a month before you can want.
      Observe this, d'ye hear, little dear sirrahs, and love Presto, as Presto
      loves MD, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. You will have a merrier Christmas Eve than we here. I went up to Court
      before church; and in one of the rooms, there being but little company, a
      fellow in a red coat without a sword came up to me, and, after words of
      course, asked me how the ladies did? I asked, "What ladies?" He said,
      "Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnson." "Very well," said I, "when I heard from
      them last: and pray when came you from thence, sir?" He said, "I never was
      in Ireland"; and just at that word Lord Winchelsea(1) comes up to me, and
      the man went off: as I went out I saw him again, and recollected him, it
      was Vedeau(2) with a pox: I then went and made my apologies, that my head
      was full of something I had to say to Lord Winchelsea, etc., and I asked
      after his wife, and so all was well; and he inquired after my lodging,
      because he had some favour to desire of me in Ireland, to recommend
      somebody to somebody, I know not what it is. When I came from church, I
      went up to Court again, where Sir Edmond Bacon(3) told me the bad news
      from Spain,(4) which you will hear before this reaches you; as we have it
      now, we are undone there, and it was odd to see the whole countenances of
      the Court changed so in two hours. Lady Mountjoy(5) carried me home to
      dinner, where I stayed not long after, and came home early, and now am got
      into bed, for you must always write to your MD's in bed, that is a maxim.
    </p>
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     Mr. White and Mr. Red,
     Write to MD when abed;
     Mr. Black and Mr. Brown,
     Write to MD when you're down;
     Mr. Oak and Mr. Willow,
     Write to MD on your pillow.&mdash;
</pre>
    <p>
      What is this? faith, I smell fire; what can it be? this house has a
      thousand stinks in it. I think to leave it on Thursday, and lodge over the
      way. Faith, I must rise, and look at my chimney, for the smell grows
      stronger, stay&mdash;I have been up, and in my room, and found all safe,
      only a mouse within the fender to warm himself, which I could not catch. I
      smelt nothing there, but now in my bed-chamber I smell it again; I believe
      I have singed the woollen curtain, and that is all, though I cannot smoke
      it. Presto is plaguy silly to-night, an't he? Yes, and so he be. Ay, but
      if I should wake and see fire. Well; I will venture; so good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Pray, young women, if I write so much as this every day, how will this
      paper hold a fortnight's work, and answer one of yours into the bargain?
      You never think of this, but let me go on like a simpleton. I wish you a
      merry Christmas, and many, many a one with poor Presto at some pretty
      place. I was at church to-day by eight, and received the Sacrament, and
      came home by ten; then went to Court at two: it was a Collar-day, that is,
      when the Knights of the Garter wear their collars; but the Queen stayed so
      late at Sacrament, that I came back, and dined with my neighbour Ford,
      because all people dine at home on this day. This is likewise a Collar-day
      all over England in every house, at least where there is BRAWN: that's
      very well.&mdash;I tell you a good pun; a fellow hard by pretends to cure
      agues, and has set out a sign, and spells it EGOES; a gentleman and I
      observing it, he said, "How does that fellow pretend to cure AGUES?" I
      said I did not know; but I was sure it was not by a SPELL. That is
      admirable. And so you asked the Bishop about that pun of Lord Stawel's
      brother. Bite! Have I caught you, young women? Must you pretend to ask
      after roguish puns, and Latin ones too? Oh but you smoked me, and did not
      ask the Bishop. Oh but you are a fool, and you did. I met Vedeau again at
      Court to-day, and I observed he had a sword on; I fancy he was broke, and
      has got a commission, but I never asked him. Vedeau I think his name is,
      yet Parvisol's man is Vedel, that is true. Bank Stock will fall like
      stock-fish by this bad news, and two days ago I could have got twelve
      pounds by my bargain; but I do not intend to sell, and in time it will
      rise. It is odd that my Lord Peterborow foretold this loss two months ago,
      one night at Mr. Harley's, when I was there; he bid us count upon it, that
      Stanhope would lose Spain before Christmas; that he would venture his head
      upon it, and gave us reasons; and though Mr. Harley argued the contrary,
      he still held to his opinion. I was telling my Lord Angelsea this at Court
      this morning; and a gentleman by said he had heard my Lord Peterborow
      affirm the same thing. I have heard wise folks say, "An ill tongue may do
      much." And 'tis an odd saying,
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     "Once I guessed right,
      And I got credit by't;
      Thrice I guessed wrong,
      And I kept my credit on."
</pre>
    <p>
      No, it is you are sorry, not I.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. By the Lord Harry, I shall be undone here with Christmas boxes. The
      rogues of the Coffee-house have raised their tax, everyone giving a crown;
      and I gave mine for shame, besides a great many half-crowns to great men's
      porters, etc. I went to-day by water into the city, and dined with no less
      a man than the City Printer.(6) There is an intimacy between us, built
      upon reasons that you shall know when I see you; but the rain caught me
      within twelvepenny length of home. I called at Mr. Harley's, who was not
      within, dropped my half-crown with his porter, drove to the Coffee-house,
      where the rain kept me till nine. I had letters to-day from the Archbishop
      of Dublin and Mr. Bernage;(7) the latter sends me a melancholy account of
      Lady Shelburne's(8) death, and his own disappointments, and would gladly
      be a captain; if I can help him, I will.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Morning. I bespoke a lodging over the way for tomorrow, and the dog
      let it yesterday to another; I gave him no earnest, so it seems he could
      do it; Patrick would have had me give him earnest to bind him; but I would
      not. So I must go saunter to-day for a lodging somewhere else. Did you
      ever see so open a winter in England? We have not had two frosty days; but
      it pays it off in rain: we have not had three fair days these six weeks.
      O, faith, I dreamt mightily of MD last night; but so confused, I cannot
      tell a word. I have made Ford acquainted with Lewis; and to-day we dined
      together: in the evening I called at one or two neighbours, hoping to
      spend a Christmas evening; but none were at home, they were all gone to be
      merry with others. I have often observed this, that in merry times
      everybody is abroad; where the deuce are they? So I went to the
      Coffee-house, and talked with Mr. Addison an hour, who at last remembered
      to give me two letters, which I cannot answer to-night, nor to-morrow
      neither, I can assure you, young women, count upon that. I have other
      things to do than to answer naughty girls, an old saying and true,
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     Letters from MD's
     Must not be answered in ten days:
</pre>
    <p>
      it is but bad rhyme, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. To-day I had a message from Sir Thomas Hanmer, to dine with him; the
      famous Dr. Smalridge(9) was of the company, and we sat till six; and I
      came home to my new lodgings in St. Albans Street,(10) where I pay the
      same rent (eight shillings a week) for an apartment two pair of stairs;
      but I have the use of the parlour to receive persons of quality, and I am
      got into my new bed, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Sir Andrew Fountaine has been very ill this week; and sent to me early
      this morning to have prayers, which you know is the last thing. I found
      the doctors and all in despair about him. I read prayers to him, found he
      had settled all things; and, when I came out, the nurse asked me whether I
      thought it possible he could live; for the doctors thought not. I said, I
      believed he would live; for I found the seeds of life in him, which I
      observe seldom fail (and I found them in poor, dearest Stella, when she
      was ill many years ago); and to-night I was with him again, and he was
      mightily recovered, and I hope he will do well, and the doctor approved my
      reasons; but, if he should die, I should come off scurvily. The Secretary
      of State (Mr. St. John) sent to me to dine with him; Mr. Harley and Lord
      Peterborow dined there too; and at night came Lord Rivers. Lord Peterborow
      goes to Vienna in a day or two: he has promised to make me write to him.
      Mr. Harley went away at six; but we stayed till seven. I took the
      Secretary aside, and complained to him of Mr. Harley, that he had got the
      Queen to grant the First-Fruits, promised to bring me to her, and get her
      letter to the bishops of Ireland; but the last part he had not done in six
      weeks, and I was in danger to lose reputation, etc. He took the matter
      right, desired me to be with him on Sunday morning, and promises me to
      finish the affair in four days; so I shall know in a little time what I
      have to trust to.&mdash;It is nine o'clock, and I must go study, you
      little rogues; and so good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. Morning. The weather grows cold, you sauceboxes. Sir Andrew Fountaine,
      they bring me word, is better. I will go rise, for my hands are starving
      while I write in bed. Night. Now Sir Andrew Fountaine is recovering, he
      desires to be at ease; for I called in the morning to read prayers, but he
      had given orders not to be disturbed. I have lost a legacy by his living;
      for he told me he had left me a picture and some books, etc. I called to
      see my quondam neighbour Ford (do you know what quondam is, though?), and
      he engaged me to dine with him; for he always dines at home on Opera-days.
      I came home at six, writ to the Archbishop, then studied till past eleven,
      and stole to bed, to write to MD these few lines, to let you know I am in
      good health at the present writing hereof, and hope in God MD is so too. I
      wonder I never write politics to you: I could make you the profoundest
      politician in all the lane.&mdash;Well, but when shall we answer this
      letter, No. 8 of MD's? Not till next year, faith. O Lord&mdash;bo&mdash;but
      that will be a Monday next. Cod's-so, is it? and so it is: never saw the
      like.&mdash;I made a pun t'other day to Ben Portlack(11) about a pair of
      drawers. Poh, said he, that's mine a&mdash;- all over. Pray, pray,
      Dingley, let me go sleep; pray, pray, Stella, let me go slumber; and put
      out my wax-candle.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. Morning. It is now seven, and I have got a fire, but am writing abed
      in my bed-chamber. 'Tis not shaving-day, so I shall be ready early to go
      before church to Mr. St. John; and to-morrow I will answer our MD's
      letter.
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     Would you answer MD's letter,
     On New Year's Day you'll do it better;
     For, when the year with MD 'gins,
     It without MD never lins.
</pre>
    <p>
      (These proverbs have always old words in them; lins is leave off.)
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     But, if on New Year you write nones,
     MD then will bang your bones.
</pre>
    <p>
      But Patrick says I must rise.&mdash;Night. I was early this morning with
      Secretary St. John, and gave him a memorial to get the Queen's letter for
      the First-Fruits, who has promised to do it in a very few days. He told me
      he had been with the Duke of Marlborough, who was lamenting his former
      wrong steps in joining with the Whigs, and said he was worn out with age,
      fatigues, and misfortunes. I swear it pitied me; and I really think they
      will not do well in too much mortifying that man, although indeed it is
      his own fault. He is covetous as hell, and ambitious as the Prince of it:
      he would fain have been General for life, and has broken all endeavours
      for peace, to keep his greatness and get money. He told the Queen he was
      neither covetous nor ambitious. She said if she could have conveniently
      turned about, she would have laughed, and could hardly forbear it in his
      face. He fell in with all the abominable measures of the late Ministry,
      because they gratified him for their own designs. Yet he has been a
      successful General, and I hope he will continue his command. O Lord, smoke
      the politics to MD! Well; but, if you like them, I will scatter a little
      now and then, and mine are all fresh from the chief hands. Well, I dined
      with Mr. Harley, and came away at six: there was much company, and I was
      not merry at all. Mr. Harley made me read a paper of verses of Prior's. I
      read them plain, without any fine manner; and Prior swore, I should never
      read any of his again; but he would be revenged, and read some of mine as
      bad. I excused myself, and said I was famous for reading verses the worst
      in the world; and that everybody snatched them from me when I offered to
      begin. So we laughed.&mdash;Sir Andrew Fountaine still continues ill. He
      is plagued with some sort of bile.
    </p>
    <p>
      Jan. 1. Morning. I wish my dearest, pretty Dingley and Stella a happy New
      Year, and health, and mirth, and good stomachs, and Fr's company. Faith, I
      did not know how to write Fr. I wondered what was the matter; but now I
      remember I always write Pdfr. Patrick wishes me a happy New Year, and
      desires I would rise, for it is a good fire, and faith 'tis cold. I was so
      politic last night with MD, never saw the like. Get the Examiners, and
      read them; the last nine or ten are full of the reasons for the late
      change, and of the abuses of the last Ministry; and the great men assure
      me they are all true. They are written by their encouragement and
      direction. I must rise and go see Sir Andrew Fountaine; but perhaps
      to-night I may answer MD's letter: so good-morrow, my mistresses all,
      good-morrow.
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     I wish you both a merry New Year,
     Roast beef, minced pies, and good strong beer,
     And me a share of your good cheer,
     That I was there, or you were here;
     And you're a little saucy dear.
</pre>
    <p>
      Good-morrow again, dear sirrahs; one cannot rise for your play.&mdash;At
      night. I went this morning to visit Lady Kerry and Lord Shelburne; and
      they made me dine with them. Sir Andrew Fountaine is better. And now let
      us come and see what this saucy, dear letter of MD says. Come out, letter,
      come out from between the sheets; here it is underneath, and it will not
      come out. Come out again, I say: so there. Here it is. What says Presto to
      me, pray? says it. Come, and let me answer for you to your ladies. Hold up
      your head then, like a good letter. There. Pray, how have you got up with
      Presto, Madam Stella? You write your eighth when you receive mine: now I
      write my twelfth when I receive your eighth. Do not you allow for what are
      upon the road, simpleton? What say you to that? And so you kept Presto's
      little birthday, I warrant: would to God I had been at the health rather
      than here, where I have no manner of pleasure, nothing but eternal
      business upon my hands. I shall grow wise in time; but no more of that:
      only I say Amen with my heart and vitals, that we may never be asunder
      again ten days together while poor Presto lives.
    </p>
    <hr />
    <p>
      I can't be merry so near any splenetic talk; so I made that long line, and
      now all's well again. Yes, you are a pretending slut, indeed, with your
      fourth and fifth in the margin, and your journal, and everything. Wind&mdash;we
      saw no wind here, nothing at all extraordinary at any time. We had it once
      when you had it not. But an old saying and a true:
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     "I hate all wind,
      Before and behind,
      From cheeks with eyes,
      Or from blind.&mdash;&mdash;"
</pre>
    <p>
      Your chimney fall down! God preserve you. I suppose you only mean a brick
      or two: but that's a d&mdash;ned lie of your chimney being carried to the
      next house with the wind. Don't put such things upon us; those matters
      will not pass here: keep a little to possibilities. My Lord Hertford(12)
      would have been ashamed of such a stretch. You should take care of what
      company you converse with: when one gets that faculty, 'tis hard to break
      one's self of it. Jemmy Leigh talks of going over; but quando? I do not
      know when he will go. Oh, now you have had my ninth, now you are come up
      with me; marry come up with you, indeed. I know all that business of Lady
      S&mdash;&mdash;.(13) Will nobody cut that D&mdash;y's throat? Five hundred
      pounds do you call poor pay for living three months the life of a king?
      They say she died with grief, partly, being forced to appear as a witness
      in court about some squabble among their servants.&mdash;The Bishop of
      Clogher showed you a pamphlet.(14) Well, but you must not give your mind
      to believe those things; people will say anything. The Character is here
      reckoned admirable, but most of the facts are trifles. It was first
      printed privately here; and then some bold cur ventured to do it publicly,
      and sold two thousand in two days: who the author is must remain
      uncertain. Do you pretend to know, impudence? How durst you think so? Pox
      on your Parliaments: the Archbishop has told me of it; but we do not
      vouchsafe to know anything of it here. No, no, no more of your giddiness
      yet; thank you, Stella, for asking after it; thank you; God Almighty bless
      you for your kindness to poor Presto. You write to Lady Giffard and your
      mother upon what I advise when it is too late. But yet I fancy this bad
      news will bring down stocks so low, that one might buy to great advantage.
      I design to venture going to see your mother some day when Lady Giffard is
      abroad. Well, keep your Rathburn(15) and stuff. I thought he was to pay in
      your money upon his houses to be flung down about the what do you call it.&mdash;Well,
      Madam Dingley, I sent your enclosed to Bristol, but have not heard from
      Raymond since he went. Come, come, young women, I keep a good fire; it
      costs me twelvepence a week, and I fear something more; vex me, and I will
      have one in my bed-chamber too. No, did not I tell you but just now, we
      have no high winds here? Have you forgot already?&mdash;Now you're at it
      again, silly Stella; why does your mother say my candles are scandalous?
      They are good sixes in the pound, and she said I was extravagant enough to
      burn them by daylight. I never burn fewer at a time than one. What would
      people have? The D&mdash;&mdash; burst Hawkshaw. He told me he had not the
      box; and the next day Sterne told me he had sent it a fortnight ago.
      Patrick could not find him t'other day, but he shall to-morrow. Dear life
      and heart, do you tease me? does Stella tease Presto? That palsy-water was
      in the box; it was too big for a packet, and I was afraid of its breaking.
      Leigh was not in town then; or I would not have trusted it to Sterne, whom
      yet I have befriended enough to do me more kindness than that. I'll never
      rest till you have it, or till it is in a way for you to have it. Poor
      dear rogue, naughty to think it teases me; how could I ever forgive myself
      for neglecting anything that related to your health? Sure I were a Devil
      if I did.
    </p>
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</pre>
    <p>
      See how far I am forced to stand from Stella, because I am afraid she
      thinks poor Presto has not been careful about her little things; I am sure
      I bought them immediately according to order, and packed them up with my
      own hands, and sent them to Sterne, and was six times with him about
      sending them away. I am glad you are pleased with your glasses. I have got
      another velvet cap; a new one Lord Herbert(16) bought and presented me one
      morning I was at breakfast with him, where he was as merry and easy as
      ever I saw him, yet had received a challenge half an hour before, and half
      an hour after fought a duel. It was about ten days ago. You are mistaken
      in your guesses about Tatlers: I did neither write that on Noses nor
      Religion,(17) nor do I send him of late any hints at all.&mdash;Indeed,
      Stella, when I read your letter, I was not uneasy at all; but when I came
      to answer the particulars, and found that you had not received your box,
      it grated me to the heart, because I thought, through your little words,
      that you imagined I had not taken the care I ought. But there has been
      some blunder in this matter, which I will know to-morrow, and write to
      Sterne, for fear he should not be within.&mdash;And pray, pray, Presto,
      pray now do.&mdash;No, Raymond was not above four times with me while he
      stayed, and then only while I was dressing. Mrs. Fenton has written me
      another letter about some money of hers in Lady Giffard's hands, that is
      entrusted to me by my mother, not to come to her husband. I send my
      letters constantly every fortnight, and, if you will have them oftener,
      you may, but then they will be the shorter. Pray, let Parvisol sell the
      horse. I think I spoke to you of it in a former letter: I am glad you are
      rid of him, and was in pain while I thought you rode him; but, if he would
      buy you another, or anybody else, and that you could be often able to
      ride, why do not you do it?
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I went this morning early to the Secretary of State, Mr. St. John; and
      he told me from Mr. Harley that the warrant was now drawn, in order for a
      patent for the First-Fruits: it must pass through several offices, and
      take up some time, because in things the Queen gives they are always
      considerate; but that, he assures me, 'tis granted and done, and past all
      dispute, and desires I will not be in any pain at all. I will write again
      to the Archbishop to-morrow, and tell him this, and I desire you will say
      it on occasion. From the Secretary I went to Mr. Sterne, who said he would
      write to you to-night; and that the box must be at Chester; and that some
      friend of his goes very soon, and will carry it over. I dined with Mr.
      Secretary St. John, and at six went to Darteneufs house to drink punch
      with him, and Mr. Addison, and little Harrison,(18) a young poet, whose
      fortune I am making. Steele was to have been there, but came not, nor
      never did twice, since I knew him, to any appointment. I stayed till past
      eleven, and am now in bed. Steele's last Tatler came out to-day. You will
      see it before this comes to you, and how he takes leave of the world. He
      never told so much as Mr. Addison of it, who was surprised as much as I;
      but, to say the truth, it was time, for he grew cruel dull and dry. To my
      knowledge he had several good hints to go upon; but he was so lazy and
      weary of the work that he would not improve them. I think I will send this
      after(19) to-morrow: shall I before 'tis full, Dingley?
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Lord Peterborow yesterday called me into a barber's shop, and there we
      talked deep politics: he desired me to dine with him to-day at the Globe
      in the Strand; he said he would show me so clearly how to get Spain, that
      I could not possibly doubt it. I went to-day accordingly, and saw him
      among half a dozen lawyers and attorneys and hang-dogs, signing of deeds
      and stuff before his journey; for he goes to-morrow to Vienna. I sat among
      that scurvy company till after four, but heard nothing of Spain; only I
      find, by what he told me before, that he fears he shall do no good in his
      present journey.(20) We are to be mighty constant correspondents. So I
      took my leave of him, and called at Sir Andrew Fountaine's, who mends
      much. I came home, an't please you, at six, and have been studying till
      now past eleven.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. Morning. Morrow, little dears. O, faith, I have been dreaming; I was to
      be put in prison. I do not know why, and I was so afraid of a black
      dungeon; and then all I had been inquiring yesterday of Sir Andrew
      Fountaine's sickness I thought was of poor Stella. The worst of dreams is,
      that one wakes just in the humour they leave one. Shall I send this
      to-day? With all my heart: it is two days within the fortnight; but may be
      MD are in haste to have a round dozen: and then how are you come up to me
      with your eighth, young women? But you indeed ought to write twice slower
      than I, because there are two of you; I own that. Well then, I will seal
      up this letter by my morning candle, and carry it into the city with me,
      where I go to dine, and put it into the post-office with my own fair
      hands. So, let me see whether I have any news to tell MD. They say they
      will very soon make some inquiries into the corruptions of the late
      Ministry; and they must do it, to justify their turning them out.
      Atterbury,(21) we think, is to be Dean of Christ Church in Oxford; but the
      College would rather have Smalridge&mdash;What's all this to you? What
      care you for Atterburys and Smalridges? No, you care for nothing but
      Presto, faith. So I will rise, and bid you farewell; yet I am loth to do
      so, because there is a great bit of paper yet to talk upon; but Dingley
      will have it so: "Yes," says she, "make your journals shorter, and send
      them oftener;" and so I will. And I have cheated you another way too; for
      this is clipped paper, and holds at least six lines less than the former
      ones. I will tell you a good thing I said to my Lord Carteret.(22) "So,"
      says he, "my Lord came up to me, and asked me," etc. "No," said I, "my
      Lord never did, nor ever can come up to you." We all pun here sometimes.
      Lord Carteret set down Prior t'other day in his chariot; and Prior thanked
      him for his CHARITY; that was fit for Dilly.(23) I do not remember I heard
      one good one from the Ministry; which is really a shame. Henley is gone to
      the country for Christmas. The puppy comes here without his wife,(24) and
      keeps no house, and would have me dine with him at eating-houses; but I
      have only done it once, and will do it no more. He had not seen me for
      some time in the Coffee-house, and asking after me, desired Lord Herbert
      to tell me I was a beast for ever, after the order of Melchisedec. Did you
      ever read the Scripture?(25) It is only changing the word priest to beast.&mdash;I
      think I am bewitched, to write so much in a morning to you, little MD. Let
      me go, will you? and I'll come again to-night in a fine clean sheet of
      paper; but I can nor will stay no longer now; no, I won't, for all your
      wheedling: no, no, look off, do not smile at me, and say, "Pray, pray,
      Presto, write a little more." Ah! you are a wheedling slut, you be so.
      Nay, but prithee turn about, and let me go, do; 'tis a good girl, and do.
      O, faith, my morning candle is just out, and I must go now in spite of my
      teeth; for my bed-chamber is dark with curtains, and I am at the wrong
      side. So farewell, etc. etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      I am in the dark almost: I must have another candle, when I am up, to seal
      this; but I will fold it up in the dark, and make what you can of this,
      for I can only see this paper I am writing upon. Service to Mrs. Walls and
      Mrs. Stoyte.
    </p>
    <p>
      God Almighty bless you, etc. What I am doing I can't see; but I will fold
      it up, and not look on it again.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 13.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, Jan. 4, 1710-11.
    </h3>
    <p>
      I was going into the City (where I dined and put my 12th, with my own fair
      hands, into the post-office as I came back, which was not till nine this
      night). I dined with people that you never heard of, nor is it worth your
      while to know; an authoress and a printer.(1) I walked home for exercise,
      and at eleven got to bed; and, all the while I was undressing myself,
      there was I speaking monkey things in air, just as if MD had been by, and
      did not recollect myself till I got into bed. I writ last night to the
      Archbishop, and told him the warrant was drawn for the First-Fruits; and I
      told him Lord Peterborow was set out for his journey to Vienna; but it
      seems the Lords have addressed to have him stay, to be examined about
      Spanish affairs, upon this defeat there, and to know where the fault lay,
      etc. So I writ to the Archbishop a lie; but I think it was not a sin.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Mr. Secretary St. John sent for me this morning so early, that I was
      forced to go without shaving, which put me quite out of method. I called
      at Mr. Ford's, and desired him to lend me a shaving; and so made a shift
      to get into order again. Lord! here is an impertinence: Sir Andrew
      Fountaine's mother and sister(2) are come above a hundred miles, from
      Worcester, to see him before he died. They got here but yesterday; and he
      must have been past hopes, or past fears, before they could reach him. I
      fell a scolding when I heard they were coming; and the people about him
      wondered at me, and said what a mighty content it would be on both sides
      to die when they were with him! I knew the mother; she is the greatest
      Overdo(3) upon earth; and the sister, they say, is worse; the poor man
      will relapse again among them. Here was the scoundrel brother always
      crying in the outer room till Sir Andrew was in danger; and the dog was to
      have all his estate if he died; and it is an ignorant, worthless,
      scoundrel-rake: and the nurses were comforting him, and desiring he would
      not take on so. I dined to-day the first time with Ophy Butler(4) and his
      wife; and you supped with the Dean, and lost two-and-twenty pence at
      cards. And so Mrs. Walls is brought to bed of a girl, who died two days
      after it was christened; and, betwixt you and me, she is not very sorry:
      she loves her ease and diversions too well to be troubled with children. I
      will go to bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Morning. I went last night to put some coals on my fire after Patrick
      was gone to bed; and there I saw in a closet a poor linnet he has bought
      to bring over to Dingley: it cost him sixpence, and is as tame as a
      dormouse. I believe he does not know he is a bird: where you put him,
      there he stands, and seems to have neither hope nor fear; I suppose in a
      week he will die of the spleen. Patrick advised with me before he bought
      him. I laid fairly before him the greatness of the sum, and the rashness
      of the attempt; showed how impossible it was to carry him safe over the
      salt sea: but he would not take my counsel; and he will repent it. 'Tis
      very cold this morning in bed; and I hear there is a good fire in the room
      without (what do you call it?), the dining-room. I hope it will be good
      weather, and so let me rise, sirrahs, do so.&mdash;At night. I was this
      morning to visit the Dean,(5) or Mr. Prolocutor, I think you call him,
      don't you? Why should not I go to the Dean's as well as you? A little,
      black man, of pretty near fifty? Ay, the same. A good, pleasant man? Ay,
      the same. Cunning enough? Yes. One that understands his own interests? As
      well as anybody. How comes it MD and I don't meet there sometimes? A very
      good face, and abundance of wit? Do you know his lady? O Lord! whom do you
      mean?(6) I mean Dr. Atterbury, Dean of Carlisle and Prolocutor. Pshaw,
      Presto, you are a fool: I thought you had meant our Dean of St. Patrick's.&mdash;Silly,
      silly, silly, you are silly, both are silly, every kind of thing is silly.
      As I walked into the city I was stopped with clusters of boys and wenches
      buzzing about the cake-shops like flies.(7) There had the fools let out
      their shops two yards forward into the streets, all spread with great
      cakes frothed with sugar, and stuck with streamers of tinsel. And then I
      went to Bateman's the bookseller, and laid out eight-and-forty shillings
      for books. I bought three little volumes of Lucian in French for our
      Stella, and so and so. Then I went to Garraway's(8) to meet Stratford and
      dine with him; but it was an idle day with the merchants, and he was gone
      to our end of the town: so I dined with Sir Thomas Frankland at the Post
      Office, and we drank your Manley's health. It was in a newspaper that he
      was turned out; but Secretary St. John told me it was false: only that
      newswriter is a plaguy Tory. I have not seen one bit of Christmas
      merriment.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Morning. Your new Lord Chancellor(9) sets out to-morrow for Ireland: I
      never saw him. He carries over one Trapp(10) a parson as his chaplain, a
      sort of pretender to wit, a second-rate pamphleteer for the cause, whom
      they pay by sending him to Ireland. I never saw Trapp neither. I met
      Tighe(11) and your Smyth of Lovet's yesterday by the Exchange. Tighe and I
      took no notice of each other; but I stopped Smyth, and told him of the box
      that lies for you at Chester, because he says he goes very soon to
      Ireland, I think this week: and I will send this morning to Sterne, to
      take measures with Smyth; so good-morrow, sirrahs, and let me rise, pray.
      I took up this paper when I came in at evening, I mean this minute, and
      then said I, "No, no, indeed, MD, you must stay"; and then was laying it
      aside, but could not for my heart, though I am very busy, till I just ask
      you how you do since morning; by and by we shall talk more, so let me
      leave you: softly down, little paper, till then; so there&mdash;now to
      business; there, I say, get you gone; no, I will not push you neither, but
      hand you on one side&mdash;So&mdash;Now I am got into bed, I'll talk with
      you. Mr. Secretary St. John sent for me this morning in all haste; but I
      would not lose my shaving, for fear of missing church. I went to Court,
      which is of late always very full; and young Manley and I dined at Sir
      Matthew Dudley's.&mdash;I must talk politics. I protest I am afraid we
      shall all be embroiled with parties. The Whigs, now they are fallen, are
      the most malicious toads in the world. We have had now a second
      misfortune, the loss of several Virginia ships. I fear people will begin
      to think that nothing thrives under this Ministry: and if the Ministry can
      once be rendered odious to the people, the Parliament may be chosen Whig
      or Tory as the Queen pleases. Then I think our friends press a little too
      hard on the Duke of Marlborough. The country members(12) are violent to
      have past faults inquired into, and they have reason; but I do not observe
      the Ministry to be very fond of it. In my opinion we have nothing to save
      us but a Peace; and I am sure we cannot have such a one as we hoped; and
      then the Whigs will bawl what they would have done had they continued in
      power. I tell the Ministry this as much as I dare; and shall venture to
      say a little more to them, especially about the Duke of Marlborough, who,
      as the Whigs give out, will lay down his command; and I question whether
      ever any wise State laid aside a general who had been successful nine
      years together, whom the enemy so much dread, and his own soldiers cannot
      but believe must always conquer; and you know that in war opinion is nine
      parts in ten. The Ministry hear me always with appearance of regard, and
      much kindness; but I doubt they let personal quarrels mingle too much with
      their proceedings. Meantime, they seem to value all this as nothing, and
      are as easy and merry as if they had nothing in their hearts or upon their
      shoulders; like physicians, who endeavour to cure, but feel no grief,
      whatever the patient suffers.&mdash;Pshaw, what is all this? Do you know
      one thing, that I find I can write politics to you much easier than to
      anybody alive? But I swear my head is full; and I wish I were at Laracor,
      with dear, charming MD, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Morning. Methinks, young women, I have made a great progress in four
      days, at the bottom of this side already, and no letter yet come from MD
      (that word interlined is morning). I find I have been writing State
      affairs to MD. How do they relish it? Why, anything that comes from Presto
      is welcome; though really, to confess the truth, if they had their choice,
      not to disguise the matter, they had rather, etc. Now, Presto, I must tell
      you, you grow silly, says Stella. That is but one body's opinion, madam. I
      promised to be with Mr. Secretary St. John this morning; but I am lazy,
      and will not go, because I had a letter from him yesterday, to desire I
      would dine there to-day. I shall be chid; but what care I?&mdash;Here has
      been Mrs. South with me, just come from Sir Andrew Fountaine, and going to
      market. He is still in a fever, and may live or die. His mother and sister
      are now come up, and in the house; so there is a lurry.(13) I gave Mrs.
      South half a pistole for a New Year's gift. So good-morrow, dears both,
      till anon.&mdash;At night. Lord! I have been with Mr. Secretary from
      dinner till eight; and, though I drank wine and water, I am so hot! Lady
      Stanley(14) came to visit Mrs. St. John,(15) and sent up for me to make up
      a quarrel with Mrs. St. John, whom I never yet saw; and do you think that
      devil of a Secretary would let me go, but kept me by main force, though I
      told him I was in love with his lady, and it was a shame to keep back a
      lover, etc.? But all would not do; so at last I was forced to break away,
      but never went up, it was then too late; and here I am, and have a great
      deal to do to-night, though it be nine o'clock; but one must say something
      to these naughty MD's, else there will be no quiet.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. To-day Ford and I set apart to go into the City to buy books; but we
      only had a scurvy dinner at an alehouse; and he made me go to the tavern
      and drink Florence, four and sixpence a flask; damned wine! so I spent my
      money, which I seldom do, and passed an insipid day, and saw nobody, and
      it is now ten o'clock, and I have nothing to say, but that 'tis a
      fortnight to-morrow since I had a letter from MD; but if I have it time
      enough to answer here, 'tis well enough, otherwise woe betide you, faith.
      I will go to the toyman's, here just in Pall Mall, and he sells great
      hugeous battoons;(16) yes, faith, and so he does. Does not he, Dingley?
      Yes, faith. Don't lose your money this Christmas.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I must go this morning to Mr. Secretary St. John. I promised
      yesterday, but failed, so can't write any more till night to poor, dear
      MD.&mdash;At night. O, faith, Dingley. I had company in the morning, and
      could not go where I designed; and I had a basket from Raymond at Bristol,
      with six bottles of wine and a pound of chocolate, and some tobacco to
      snuff; and he writ under, the carriage was paid; but he lied, or I am
      cheated, or there is a mistake; and he has written to me so confusedly
      about some things, that Lucifer could not understand him. This wine is to
      be drunk with Harley's brother(17) and Sir Robert Raymond,
      Solicitor-General, in order to recommend the Doctor to your new Lord
      Chancellor, who left this place on Monday; and Raymond says he is hasting
      to Chester, to go with him.&mdash;I suppose he leaves his wife behind; for
      when he left London he had no thoughts of stirring till summer. So I
      suppose he will be with you before this. Ford came and desired I would
      dine with him, because it was Opera-day; which I did, and sent excuses to
      Lord Shelburne, who had invited me.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I am setting up a new Tatler, little Harrison,(18) whom I have
      mentioned to you. Others have put him on it, and I encourage him; and he
      was with me this morning and evening, showing me his first, which comes
      out on Saturday. I doubt he will not succeed, for I do not much approve
      his manner; but the scheme is Mr. Secretary St. John's and mine, and would
      have done well enough in good hands. I recommended him to a printer,(19)
      whom I sent for, and settled the matter between them this evening.
      Harrison has just left me, and I am tired with correcting his trash.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I was this morning upon some business with Mr. Secretary St. John, and
      he made me promise to dine with him; which otherwise I would have done
      with Mr. Harley, whom I have not been with these ten days. I cannot but
      think they have mighty difficulties upon them; yet I always find them as
      easy and disengaged as schoolboys on a holiday. Harley has the procuring
      of five or six millions on his shoulders, and the Whigs will not lend a
      groat;(20) which is the only reason of the fall of stocks: for they are
      like Quakers and fanatics, that will only deal among themselves, while all
      others deal indifferently with them. Lady Marlborough offers, if they will
      let her keep her employments, never to come into the Queen's presence. The
      Whigs say the Duke of Marlborough will serve no more; but I hope and think
      otherwise. I would to Heaven I were this minute with MD at Dublin; for I
      am weary of politics, that give me such melancholy prospects.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. O, faith, I had an ugly giddy fit last night in my chamber, and I have
      got a new box of pills to take, and hope I shall have no more this good
      while. I would not tell you before, because it would vex you, little
      rogues; but now it is over. I dined to-day with Lord Shelburne; and to-day
      little Harrison's new Tatler came out: there is not much in it, but I hope
      he will mend. You must understand that, upon Steele's leaving off, there
      were two or three scrub Tatlers(21) came out, and one of them holds on
      still, and to-day it advertised against Harrison's; and so there must be
      disputes which are genuine, like the strops for razors.(22) I am afraid
      the little toad has not the true vein for it. I will tell you a copy of
      verses. When Mr. St. John was turned out from being Secretary at War,
      three years ago, he retired to the country: there he was talking of
      something he would have written over his summer-house, and a gentleman
      gave him these verses&mdash;
    </p>
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     From business and the noisy world retired,
     Nor vexed by love, nor by ambition fired;
     Gently I wait the call of Charon's boat,
     Still drinking like a fish, and &mdash;&mdash;&mdash;- like a stoat.
</pre>
    <p>
      He swore to me he could hardly bear the jest; for he pretended to retire
      like a philosopher, though he was but twenty-eight years old: and I
      believe the thing was true: for he had been a thorough rake. I think the
      three grave lines do introduce the last well enough. Od so, but I will go
      sleep; I sleep early now.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. O, faith, young women, I want a letter from MD; 'tis now nineteen days
      since I had the last: and where have I room to answer it, pray? I hope I
      shall send this away without any answer at all; for I'll hasten it, and
      away it goes on Tuesday, by which time this side will be full. I will send
      it two days sooner on purpose out of spite; and the very next day after,
      you must know, your letter will come, and then 'tis too late, and I will
      so laugh, never saw the like! 'Tis spring with us already. I ate asparagus
      t'other day. Did you ever see such a frostless winter? Sir Andrew
      Fountaine lies still extremely ill; it costs him ten guineas a day to
      doctors, surgeons, and apothecaries, and has done so these three weeks. I
      dined to-day with Mr. Ford; he sometimes chooses to dine at home, and I am
      content to dine with him; and at night I called at the Coffee-house, where
      I had not been in a week, and talked coldly a while with Mr. Addison. All
      our friendship and dearness are off: we are civil acquaintance, talk words
      of course, of when we shall meet, and that is all. I have not been at any
      house with him these six weeks: t'other day we were to have dined together
      at the Comptroller's;(23) but I sent my excuses, being engaged to the
      Secretary of State. Is not it odd? But I think he has used me ill; and I
      have used him too well, at least his friend Steele.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. It has cost me three guineas to-day for a periwig.(24) I am undone! It
      was made by a Leicester lad, who married Mr. Worrall's daughter, where my
      mother lodged;(25) so I thought it would be cheap, and especially since he
      lives in the city. Well, London lickpenny:(26) I find it true. I have
      given Harrison hints for another Tatler to-morrow. The jackanapes wants a
      right taste: I doubt he won't do. I dined with my friend Lewis of the
      Secretary's office, and am got home early, because I have much business to
      do; but before I begin, I must needs say something to MD, faith&mdash;No,
      faith, I lie, it is but nineteen days to-day since my last from MD. I have
      got Mr. Harley to promise that whatever changes are made in the Council,
      the Bishop of Clogher shall not be removed, and he has got a memorial
      accordingly. I will let the Bishop know so much in a post or two. This is
      a secret; but I know he has enemies, and they shall not be gratified, if
      they designed any such thing, which perhaps they might; for some changes
      there will be made. So drink up your claret, and be quiet, and do not lose
      your money.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. Morning. Faith, I will send this letter to-day to shame you, if I
      han't one from MD before night, that's certain. Won't you grumble for want
      of the third side, pray now? Yes, I warrant you; yes, yes, you shall have
      the third, you shall so, when you can catch it, some other time; when you
      be writing girls.&mdash;O, faith, I think I won't stay till night, but
      seal up this just now, and carry it in my pocket, and whip it into the
      post-office as I come home at evening. I am going out early this morning.&mdash;Patrick's
      bills for coals and candles, etc., come sometimes to three shillings a
      week; I keep very good fires, though the weather be warm. Ireland will
      never be happy till you get small coal(27) likewise; nothing so easy, so
      convenient, so cheap, so pretty, for lighting a fire. My service to Mrs.
      Stoyte and Walls; has she a boy or a girl? A girl, hum; and died in a
      week, humm; and was poor Stella forced to stand for godmother?&mdash;Let
      me know how accompts stand, that you may have your money betimes. There's
      four months for my lodging, that must be thought on too: and so go dine
      with Manley, and lose your money, do, extravagant sluttikin, but don't
      fret.&mdash;It will be just three weeks when I have the next letter,
      that's to-morrow. Farewell, dearest beloved MD; and love poor, poor
      Presto, who has not had one happy day since he left you, as hope saved.&mdash;It
      is the last sally I will ever make, but I hope it will turn to some
      account. I have done more for these,(28) and I think they are more honest
      than the last; however, I will not be disappointed. I would make MD and me
      easy; and I never desired more.&mdash;Farewell, etc. etc.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 14.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, Jan. 16, 1710-11.
    </h3>
    <p>
      O faith, young women, I have sent my letter N.13 without one crumb of an
      answer to any of MD's, there's for you now; and yet Presto ben't angry,
      faith, not a bit, only he will begin to be in pain next Irish post, except
      he sees MD's little handwriting in the glass-frame at the bar of St.
      James's Coffee-house, where Presto would never go but for that purpose.
      Presto is at home, God help him, every night from six till bed-time, and
      has as little enjoyment or pleasure in life at present as anybody in the
      world, although in full favour with all the Ministry. As hope saved,
      nothing gives Presto any sort of dream of happiness but a letter now and
      then from his own dearest MD. I love the expectation of it; and when it
      does not come, I comfort myself that I have it yet to be happy with. Yes,
      faith, and when I write to MD, I am happy too; it is just as if methinks
      you were here, and I prating to you, and telling you where I have been:
      "Well," says you, "Presto, come, where have you been to-day? come, let's
      hear now." And so then I answer: "Ford and I were visiting Mr. Lewis and
      Mr. Prior; and Prior has given me a fine Plautus; and then Ford would have
      had me dine at his lodgings, and so I would not; and so I dined with him
      at an eating-house, which I have not done five times since I came here;
      and so I came home, after visiting Sir Andrew Fountaine's mother and
      sister, and Sir Andrew Fountaine is mending, though slowly."
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I was making, this morning, some general visits, and at twelve I
      called at the Coffee-house for a letter from MD; so the man said he had
      given it to Patrick. Then I went to the Court of Requests and Treasury, to
      find Mr. Harley, and, after some time spent in mutual reproaches, I
      promised to dine with him. I stayed there till seven, then called at
      Sterne's and Leigh's to talk about your box, and to have it sent by Smyth.
      Sterne says he has been making inquiries, and will set things right as
      soon as possible. I suppose it lies at Chester, at least I hope so, and
      only wants a lift over to you. Here has little Harrison been to complain
      that the printer I recommended to him for his Tatler is a coxcomb; and yet
      to see how things will happen; for this very printer is my cousin, his
      name is Dryden Leach;(1) did you never hear of Dryden Leach, he that
      prints the Postman? He acted Oroonoko;(2) he's in love with Miss Cross.(3)&mdash;Well,
      so I came home to read my letter from Stella, but the dog Patrick was
      abroad; at last he came, and I got my letter. I found another hand had
      superscribed it; when I opened it, I found it written all in French, and
      subscribed Bernage:(4) faith, I was ready to fling it at Patrick's head.
      Bernage tells me he had been to desire your recommendation to me, to make
      him a captain; and your cautious answer, that he had as much power with me
      as you, was a notable one; if you were here, I would present you to the
      Ministry as a person of ability. Bernage should let me know where to write
      to him; this is the second letter I have had without any direction;
      however, I beg I may not have a third, but that you will ask him, and send
      me how I shall direct to him. In the meantime, tell him that if regiments
      are to be raised here, as he says, I will speak to George Granville,(5)
      Secretary at War, to make him a captain; and use what other interest I
      conveniently can. I think that is enough, and so tell him, and do not
      trouble me with his letters, when I expect them from MD; do you hear,
      young women? write to Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I was this morning with Mr. Secretary St. John, and we were to dine at
      Mr. Harley's alone, about some business of importance; but there were two
      or three gentlemen there. Mr. Secretary and I went together from his
      office to Mr. Harley's, and thought to have been very wise; but the deuce
      a bit, the company stayed, and more came, and Harley went away at seven,
      and the Secretary and I stayed with the rest of the company till eleven; I
      would then have had him come away; but he was in for't; and though he
      swore he would come away at that flask, there I left him. I wonder at the
      civility of these people; when he saw I would drink no more, he would
      always pass the bottle by me, and yet I could not keep the toad from
      drinking himself, nor he would not let me go neither, nor Masham,(6) who
      was with us. When I got home, I found a parcel directed to me; and opening
      it, I found a pamphlet written entirely against myself, not by name, but
      against something I writ:(7) it is pretty civil, and affects to be so, and
      I think I will take no notice of it; 'tis against something written very
      lately; and indeed I know not what to say, nor do I care. And so you are a
      saucy rogue for losing your money to-day at Stoyte's; to let that bungler
      beat you, fie, Stella, an't you ashamed? Well, I forgive you this once,
      never do so again; no, noooo. Kiss and be friends, sirrah.&mdash;Come, let
      me go sleep, I go earlier to bed than formerly; and have not been out so
      late these two months; but the Secretary was in a drinking humour. So
      good-night, myownlittledearsaucyinsolentrogues.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Then you read that long word in the last line; no,(8) faith, han't
      you. Well, when will this letter come from our MD? to-morrow or next day
      without fail; yes, faith, and so it is coming. This was an insipid snowy
      day, no walking day, and I dined gravely with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and came
      home, and am now got to bed a little after ten; I remember old Culpepper's
      maxim:
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     "Would you have a settled head,
      You must early go to bed:
      I tell you, and I tell't again,
      You must be in bed at ten."
</pre>
    <p>
      20. And so I went to-day with my new wig, o hoao, to visit Lady
      Worsley,(9) whom I had not seen before, although she was near a month in
      town. Then I walked in the Park to find Mr. Ford, whom I had promised to
      meet; and coming down the Mall, who should come towards me but Patrick,
      and gives me five letters out of his pocket. I read the superscription of
      the first, "Pshoh," said I; of the second, "Pshoh" again; of the third,
      "Pshah, pshah, pshah"; of the fourth, "A gad, a gad, a gad, I'm in a
      rage"; of the fifth and last, "O hoooa; ay marry this is something, this
      is our MD"; so truly we opened it, I think immediately, and it began the
      most impudently in the world, thus: "Dear Presto, We are even thus far."
      "Now we are even," quoth Stephen, when he gave his wife six blows for one.
      I received your ninth four days after I had sent my thirteenth. But I'll
      reckon with you anon about that, young women. Why did not you recant at
      the end of your letter, when you got my eleventh, tell me that, huzzies
      base? were we even then, were we, sirrah? But I won't answer your letter
      now, I'll keep it for another time. We had a great deal of snow to-day,
      and 'tis terrible cold. I dined with Ford, because it was his Opera-day
      and snowed, so I did not care to stir farther. I will send tomorrow to
      Smyth.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Morning. It has snowed terribly all night, and is vengeance cold. I am
      not yet up, but cannot write long; my hands will freeze. "Is there a good
      fire, Patrick?" "Yes, sir." "Then I will rise; come, take away the
      candle." You must know I write on the dark side of my bed-chamber, and am
      forced to have a candle till I rise, for the bed stands between me and the
      window, and I keep the curtains shut this cold weather. So pray let me
      rise; and Patrick, here, take away the candle.&mdash;At night. We are now
      here in high frost and snow, the largest fire can hardly keep us warm. It
      is very ugly walking; a baker's boy broke his thigh yesterday. I walk
      slow, make short steps, and never tread on my heel. 'Tis a good proverb
      the Devonshire people have:
    </p>
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     "Walk fast in snow,
      In frost walk slow;
      And still as you go,
      Tread on your toe.
   When frost and snow are both together,
   Sit by the fire, and spare shoe-leather."
</pre>
    <p>
      I dined to-day with Dr. Cockburn,(10) but will not do so again in haste,
      he has generally such a parcel of Scots with him.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Morning. Starving, starving, uth, uth, uth, uth, uth.&mdash;Don't you
      remember I used to come into your chamber, and turn Stella out of her
      chair, and rake up the fire in a cold morning, and cry Uth, uth, uth? etc.
      O, faith, I must rise, my hand is so cold I can write no more. So
      good-morrow, sirrahs.&mdash;At night. I went this morning to Lady
      Giffard's house, and saw your mother, and made her give me a pint bottle
      of palsy-water,(11) which I brought home in my pocket; and sealed and tied
      up in a paper, and sent it to Mr. Smyth, who goes to-morrow for Ireland,
      and sent a letter to him to desire his care of it, and that he would
      inquire at Chester about the box. He was not within: so the bottle and
      letter were left for him at his lodgings, with strict orders to give them
      to him; and I will send Patrick in a day or two, to know whether it was
      given, etc. Dr. Stratford(12) and I dined to-day with Mr. Stratford(13) in
      the City, by appointment; but I chose to walk there, for exercise in the
      frost. But the weather had given a little, as you women call it, so it was
      something slobbery. I did not get home till nine.
    </p>
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     And now I'm in bed,
     To break your head.
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    <p>
      23. Morning. They tell me it freezes again, but it is not so cold as
      yesterday: so now I will answer a bit of your letter.&mdash;At night. O,
      faith, I was just going to answer some of our MD's letter this morning,
      when a printer came in about some business, and stayed an hour; so I rose,
      and then came in Ben Tooke, and then I shaved and scribbled; and it was
      such a terrible day, I could not stir out till one, and then I called at
      Mrs. Barton's, and we went to Lady Worsley's, where we were to dine by
      appointment. The Earl of Berkeley(14) is going to be married to Lady
      Louisa Lennox, the Duke of Richmond's daughter. I writ this night to Dean
      Sterne, and bid him tell you all about the bottle of palsy-water by Smyth;
      and to-morrow morning I will say something to your letter.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. Morning. Come now to your letter. As for your being even with me, I
      have spoken to that already. So now, my dearly beloved, let us proceed to
      the next. You are always grumbling that you han't letters fast enough;
      "surely we shall have your tenth;" and yet, before you end your letter,
      you own you have my eleventh.&mdash;And why did not MD go into the country
      with the Bishop of Clogher? faith, such a journey would have done you
      good; Stella should have rode, and Dingley gone in the coach. The Bishop
      of Kilmore(15) I know nothing of; he is old, and may die; he lives in some
      obscure corner, for I never heard of him. As for my old friends, if you
      mean the Whigs, I never see them, as you may find by my journals, except
      Lord Halifax, and him very seldom; Lord Somers never since the first
      visit, for he has been a false, deceitful rascal.(16) My new friends are
      very kind, and I have promises enough, but I do not count upon them, and
      besides my pretences are very young to them. However, we will see what may
      be done; and if nothing at all, I shall not be disappointed; although
      perhaps poor MD may, and then I shall be sorrier for their sakes than my
      own.&mdash;Talk of a merry Christmas (why do you write it so then, young
      women? sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander), I have wished you all
      that two or three letters ago. Good lack; and your news, that Mr. St. John
      is going to Holland; he has no such thoughts, to quit the great station he
      is in; nor, if he had, could I be spared to go with him. So, faith,
      politic Madam Stella, you come with your two eggs a penny, etc. Well,
      Madam Dingley, and so Mrs. Stoyte invites you, and so you stay at
      Donnybrook, and so you could not write. You are plaguy exact in your
      journals, from Dec. 25 to Jan. 4. Well, Smyth and the palsy-water I have
      handled already, and he does not lodge (or rather did not, for, poor man,
      now he is gone) at Mr. Jesse's, and all that stuff; but we found his
      lodging, and I went to Stella's mother on my own head, for I never
      remembered it was in the letter to desire another bottle; but I was so
      fretted, so tosticated, and so impatient that Stella should have her water
      (I mean decently, do not be rogues), and so vexed with Sterne's
      carelessness.&mdash;Pray God, Stella's illness may not return! If they
      come seldom, they begin to be weary; I judge by myself; for when I seldom
      visit, I grow weary of my acquaintance.&mdash;Leave a good deal of my
      tenth unanswered! Impudent slut, when did you ever answer my tenth, or
      ninth, or any other number? or who desires you to answer, provided you
      write? I defy the D&mdash;&mdash; to answer my letters: sometimes there
      may be one or two things I should be glad you would answer; but I forget
      them, and you never think of them. I shall never love answering letters
      again, if you talk of answering. Answering, quotha! pretty answerers
      truly.&mdash;As for the pamphlet you speak of, and call it scandalous, and
      that one Mr. Presto is said to write it, hear my answer. Fie, child, you
      must not mind what every idle body tells you&mdash;I believe you lie, and
      that the dogs were not crying it when you said so; come, tell truth. I am
      sorry you go to St. Mary's(17) so soon, you will be as poor as rats; that
      place will drain you with a vengeance: besides, I would have you think of
      being in the country in summer. Indeed, Stella, pippins produced
      plentifully; Parvisol could not send from Laracor: there were about half a
      score, I would be glad to know whether they were good for anything.&mdash;Mrs.
      Walls at Donnybrook with you; why is not she brought to bed? Well, well,
      well, Dingley, pray be satisfied; you talk as if you were angry about the
      Bishop's not offering you conveniences for the journey; and so he should.&mdash;What
      sort of Christmas? Why, I have had no Christmas at all; and has it really
      been Christmas of late? I never once thought of it. My service to Mrs.
      Stoyte, and Catherine; and let Catherine get the coffee ready against I
      come, and not have so much care on her countenance; for all will go well.&mdash;Mr.
      Bernage, Mr. Bernage, Mr. Fiddlenage, I have had three letters from him
      now successively; he sends no directions, and how the D&mdash;&mdash;
      shall I write to him? I would have burnt his last, if I had not seen
      Stella's hand at the bottom: his request is all nonsense. How can I assist
      him in buying? and if he be ordered to go to Spain, go he must, or else
      sell, and I believe one can hardly sell in such a juncture. If he had
      stayed, and new regiments raised, I would have used my endeavour to have
      had him removed; although I have no credit that way, or very little: but,
      if the regiment goes, he ought to go too; he has had great indulgence, and
      opportunities of saving; and I have urged him to it a hundred times. What
      can I do? whenever it lies in my power to do him a good office, I will do
      it. Pray draw up this into a handsome speech, and represent it to him from
      me, and that I would write, if I knew where to direct to him; and so I
      have told you, and desired you would tell him, fifty times. Yes, Madam
      Stella, I think I can read your long concluding word, but you can't read
      mine after bidding you good-night. And yet methinks, I mend extremely in
      my writing; but when Stella's eyes are well, I hope to write as bad as
      ever.&mdash;So now I have answered your letter, and mine is an answer; for
      I lay yours before me, and I look and write, and write and look, and look
      and write again.&mdash;So good-morrow, madams both, and I will go rise,
      for I must rise; for I take pills at night, and so I must rise early, I
      don't know why.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Morning. I did not tell you how I passed my time yesterday, nor bid
      you good-night, and there was good reason. I went in the morning to
      Secretary St. John about some business; he had got a great Whig with him;
      a creature of the Duke of Marlborough, who is a go-between to make peace
      between the Duke and the Ministry: so he came out of his closet, and,
      after a few words, desired I would dine with him at three; but Mr. Lewis
      stayed till six before he came; and there we sat talking, and the time
      slipped so, that at last, when I was positive to go, it was past two
      o'clock; so I came home, and went straight to bed. He would never let me
      look at his watch, and I could not imagine it above twelve when we went
      away. So I bid you good-night for last night, and now I bid you
      good-morrow, and I am still in bed, though it be near ten, but I must
      rise.
    </p>
    <p>
      26, 27, 28, 29, 30. I have been so lazy and negligent these last four days
      that I could not write to MD. My head is not in order, and yet is not
      absolutely ill, but giddyish, and makes me listless; I walk every day, and
      take drops of Dr. Cockburn, and I have just done a box of pills; and
      to-day Lady Kerry sent me some of her bitter drink, which I design to take
      twice a day, and hope I shall grow better. I wish I were with MD; I long
      for spring and good weather, and then I will come over. My riding in
      Ireland keeps me well. I am very temperate, and eat of the easiest meats
      as I am directed, and hope the malignity will go off; but one fit shakes
      me a long time. I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy, yesterday at Mr.
      Stone's, in the City, on Sunday at Vanhomrigh's, Saturday with Ford, and
      Friday I think at Vanhomrigh's; and that is all the journal I can send MD,
      for I was so lazy while I was well, that I could not write. I thought to
      have sent this to-night, but 'tis ten, and I'll go to bed, and write on
      t'other side to Parvisol to-morrow, and send it on Thursday; and so
      good-night, my dears; and love Presto, and be healthy, and Presto will be
      so too, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Cut off these notes handsomely, d'ye hear, sirrahs, and give Mrs. Brent
      hers, and keep yours till you see Parvisol, and then make up the letter to
      him, and send it him by the first opportunity; and so God Almighty bless
      you both, here and ever, and poor Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      What, I warrant you thought at first that these last lines were another
      letter.
    </p>
    <p>
      Dingley, Pray pay Stella six fishes, and place them to the account of your
      humble servant, Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      Stella, Pray pay Dingley six fishes, and place them to the account of your
      humble servant, Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      There are bills of exchange for you.
    </p>
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      LETTER 15.
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      LONDON, Jan. 31, 1710-11.
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    <p>
      I am to send you my fourteenth to-morrow; but my head, having some little
      disorders, confounds all my journals. I was early this morning with Mr.
      Secretary St. John about some business, so I could not scribble my morning
      lines to MD. They are here intending to tax all little printed penny
      papers a halfpenny every half-sheet, which will utterly ruin Grub Street,
      and I am endeavouring to prevent it.(1) Besides, I was forwarding an
      impeachment against a certain great person; that was two of my businesses
      with the Secretary, were they not worthy ones? It was Ford's birthday, and
      I refused the Secretary, and dined with Ford. We are here in as smart a
      frost for the time as I have seen; delicate walking weather, and the Canal
      and Rosamond's Pond(2) full of the rabble sliding and with skates, if you
      know what those are. Patrick's bird's water freezes in the gallipot, and
      my hands in bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      Feb. 1. I was this morning with poor Lady Kerry, who is much worse in her
      head than I. She sends me bottles of her bitter; and we are so fond of one
      another, because our ailments are the same; don't you know that, Madam
      Stella? Han't I seen you conning ailments with Joe's wife,(3) and some
      others, sirrah? I walked into the City to dine, because of the walk, for
      we must take care of Presto's health, you know, because of poor little MD.
      But I walked plaguy carefully, for fear of sliding against my will; but I
      am very busy.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. This morning Mr. Ford came to me to walk into the City, where he had
      business, and then to buy books at Bateman's; and I laid out one pound
      five shillings for a Strabo and Aristophanes, and I have now got books
      enough to make me another shelf, and I will have more, or it shall cost me
      a fall; and so as we came back, we drank a flask of right French wine at
      Ben Tooke's chamber; and when I got home, Mrs. Vanhomrigh sent me word her
      eldest daughter(4) was taken suddenly very ill, and desired I would come
      and see her. I went, and found it was a silly trick of Mrs. Armstrong,(5)
      Lady Lucy's sister, who, with Moll Stanhope, was visiting there: however,
      I rattled off the daughter.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. To-day I went and dined at Lady Lucy's, where you know I have not been
      this long time. They are plaguy Whigs, especially the sister Armstrong,
      the most insupportable of all women, pretending to wit, without any taste.
      She was running down the last Examiner,(6) the prettiest I had read, with
      a character of the present Ministry.&mdash;I left them at five, and came
      home. But I forgot to tell you, that this morning my cousin Dryden Leach,
      the printer, came to me with a heavy complaint, that Harrison the new
      Tatler had turned him off, and taken the last Tatler's printers again. He
      vowed revenge; I answered gravely, and so he left me, and I have ordered
      Patrick to deny me to him from henceforth: and at night comes a letter
      from Harrison, telling me the same thing, and excused his doing it without
      my notice, because he would bear all the blame; and in his Tatler of this
      day(7) he tells you the story, how he has taken his old officers, and
      there is a most humble letter from Morphew and Lillie to beg his pardon,
      etc.(8) And lastly, this morning Ford sent me two letters from the
      Coffee-house (where I hardly ever go), one from the Archbishop of Dublin,
      and t'other from&mdash;Who do you think t'other was from?&mdash;I'll tell
      you, because you are friends; why, then it was, faith, it was from my own
      dear little MD, N.10. Oh, but will not answer it now, no, noooooh, I'll
      keep it between the two sheets; here it is, just under; oh, I lifted up
      the sheet and saw it there: lie still, you shan't be answered yet, little
      letter; for I must go to bed, and take care of my head.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I avoid going to church yet, for fear of my head, though it has been
      much better these last five or six days, since I have taken Lady Kerry's
      bitter. Our frost holds like a dragon. I went to Mr. Addison's, and dined
      with him at his lodgings; I had not seen him these three weeks, we are
      grown common acquaintance; yet what have not I done for his friend Steele?
      Mr. Harley reproached me the last time I saw him, that to please me he
      would be reconciled to Steele, and had promised and appointed to see him,
      and that Steele never came. Harrison, whom Mr. Addison recommended to me,
      I have introduced to the Secretary of State, who has promised me to take
      care of him; and I have represented Addison himself so to the Ministry,
      that they think and talk in his favour, though they hated him before.&mdash;Well,
      he is now in my debt, and there's an end; and I never had the least
      obligation to him, and there's another end. This evening I had a message
      from Mr. Harley, desiring to know whether I was alive, and that I would
      dine with him to-morrow. They dine so late, that since my head has been
      wrong I have avoided being with them.&mdash;Patrick has been out of favour
      these ten days; I talk dry and cross to him, and have called him "friend"
      three or four times. But, sirrahs, get you gone.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Morning. I am going this morning to see Prior, who dines with me at Mr.
      Harley's; so I can't stay fiddling and talking with dear little brats in a
      morning, and 'tis still terribly cold.&mdash;I wish my cold hand was in
      the warmest place about you, young women, I'd give ten guineas upon that
      account with all my heart, faith; oh, it starves my thigh; so I'll rise
      and bid you good-morrow, my ladies both, good-morrow. Come, stand away,
      let me rise: Patrick, take away the candle. Is there a good fire?&mdash;So&mdash;up-a-dazy.&mdash;At
      night. Mr. Harley did not sit down till six, and I stayed till eleven;
      henceforth I will choose to visit him in the evenings, and dine with him
      no more if I can help it. It breaks all my measures, and hurts my health;
      my head is disorderly, but not ill, and I hope it will mend.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Here has been such a hurry with the Queen's Birthday, so much fine
      clothes, and the Court so crowded that I did not go there. All the frost
      is gone. It thawed on Sunday, and so continues, yet ice is still on the
      Canal (I did not mean that of Laracor, but St. James's Park) and boys
      sliding on it. Mr. Ford pressed me to dine with him in his chamber.&mdash;Did
      not I tell you Patrick has got a bird, a linnet, to carry over to Dingley?
      It was very tame at first, and 'tis now the wildest I ever saw. He keeps
      it in a closet, where it makes a terrible litter; but I say nothing: I am
      as tame as a clout. When must we answer our MD's letter? One of these
      odd-come-shortlies. This is a week old, you see, and no farther yet. Mr.
      Harley desired I would dine with him again to-day; but I refused him, for
      I fell out with him yesterday,(9) and will not see him again till he makes
      me amends: and so I go to bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I was this morning early with Mr. Lewis of the Secretary's office, and
      saw a letter Mr. Harley had sent to him, desiring to be reconciled; but I
      was deaf to all entreaties, and have desired Lewis to go to him, and let
      him know I expect further satisfaction. If we let these great Ministers
      pretend too much, there will be no governing them. He promises to make me
      easy, if I will but come and see him; but I won't, and he shall do it by
      message, or I will cast him off. I'll tell you the cause of our quarrel
      when I see you, and refer it to yourselves. In that he did something,
      which he intended for a favour; and I have taken it quite otherwise,
      disliking both the thing and the manner, and it has heartily vexed me, and
      all I have said is truth, though it looks like jest; and I absolutely
      refused to submit to his intended favour, and expect further satisfaction.
      Mr. Ford and I dined with Mr. Lewis. We have a monstrous deal of snow, and
      it has cost me two shillings to-day in chair and coach, and walked till I
      was dirty besides. I know not what it is now to read or write after I am
      in bed. The last thing I do up is to write something to our MD, and then
      get into bed, and put out my candle, and so go sleep as fast as ever I
      can. But in the mornings I do write sometimes in bed, as you know.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Morning. I HAVE DESIRED APRONIA TO BE ALWAYS CAREFUL, ESPECIALLY ABOUT
      THE LEGS. Pray, do you see any such great wit in that sentence? I must
      freely own that I do not. But party carries everything nowadays, and what
      a splutter have I heard about the wit of that saying, repeated with
      admiration above a hundred times in half an hour! Pray read it over again
      this moment, and consider it. I think the word is ADVISED, and not
      DESIRED. I should not have remembered it if I had not heard it so often.
      Why&mdash;ay&mdash;You must know I dreamed it just now, and waked with it
      in my mouth. Are you bit, or are you not, sirrahs? I met Mr. Harley in the
      Court of Requests, and he asked me how long I had learnt the trick of
      writing to myself? He had seen your letter through the glass case at the
      Coffee-house, and would swear it was my hand; and Mr. Ford, who took and
      sent it me, was of the same mind. I remember others have formerly said so
      too. I think I was little MD's writing-master.(10)&mdash;But come, what is
      here to do, writing to young women in a morning? I have other fish to fry;
      so good-morrow, my ladies all, good-morrow. Perhaps I'll answer your
      letter to-night, perhaps I won't; that's as saucy little Presto takes the
      humour.&mdash;At night. I walked in the Park to-day in spite of the
      weather, as I do always when it does not actually rain. Do you know what
      it has gone and done? We had a thaw for three days, then a monstrous dirt
      and snow, and now it freezes, like a pot-lid, upon our snow. I dined with
      Lady Betty Germaine, the first time since I came for England; and there
      did I sit, like a booby, till eight, looking over her and another lady at
      piquet, when I had other business enough to do. It was the coldest day I
      felt this year.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Morning. After I had been abed an hour last night, I was forced to rise
      and call to the landlady and maid to have the fire removed in a chimney
      below stairs, which made my bed-chamber smoke, though I had no fire in it.
      I have been twice served so. I never lay so miserable an hour in my life.
      Is it not plaguy vexatious?&mdash;It has snowed all night, and rains this
      morning.&mdash;Come, where's MD's letter? Come, Mrs. Letter, make your
      appearance. Here am I, says she, answer me to my face.&mdash;O, faith, I
      am sorry you had my twelfth so soon; I doubt you will stay longer for the
      rest. I'm so 'fraid you have got my fourteenth while I am writing this;
      and I would always have one letter from Presto reading, one travelling,
      and one writing. As for the box, I now believe it lost. It is directed for
      Mr. Curry, at his house in Capel Street, etc. I had a letter yesterday
      from Dr. Raymond in Chester, who says he sent his man everywhere, and
      cannot find it; and God knows whether Mr. Smyth will have better success.
      Sterne spoke to him, and I writ to him with the bottle of palsy-water;
      that bottle, I hope, will not miscarry: I long to hear you have it. O,
      faith, you have too good an opinion of Presto's care. I am negligent
      enough of everything but MD, and I should not have trusted Sterne.&mdash;But
      it shall not go so: I will have one more tug for it.&mdash;As to what you
      say of Goodman Peasly and Isaac,(11) I answer as I did before. Fie, child,
      you must not give yourself the way to believe any such thing: and
      afterwards, only for curiosity, you may tell me how these things are
      approved, and how you like them; and whether they instruct you in the
      present course of affairs, and whether they are printed in your town, or
      only sent from hence.&mdash;Sir Andrew Fountaine is recovered; so take
      your sorrow again, but don't keep it, fling it to the dogs. And does
      little MD walk indeed?&mdash;I'm glad of it at heart.&mdash;Yes, we have
      done with the plague here: it was very saucy in you to pretend to have it
      before your betters. Your intelligence that the story is false about the
      officers forced to sell,(12) is admirable. You may see them all three here
      every day, no more in the army than you. Twelve shillings for mending the
      strong box; that is, for putting a farthing's worth of iron on a hinge,
      and gilding it; give him six shillings, and I'll pay it, and never employ
      him or his again.&mdash;No indeed, I put off preaching as much as I can. I
      am upon another foot: nobody doubts here whether I can preach, and you are
      fools.&mdash;The account you give of that weekly paper(13) agrees with us
      here. Mr. Prior was like to be insulted in the street for being supposed
      the author of it; but one of the last papers cleared him. Nobody knows who
      it is, but those few in the secret, I suppose the Ministry and the
      printer.&mdash;Poor Stella's eyes! God bless them, and send them better.
      Pray spare them, and write not above two lines a day in broad daylight.
      How does Stella look, Madam Dingley? Pretty well, a handsome young woman
      still. Will she pass in a crowd? Will she make a figure in a country
      church?&mdash;Stay a little, fair ladies. I this minute sent Patrick to
      Sterne: he brings back word that your box is very safe with one Mr. Earl's
      sister in Chester, and that Colonel Edgworth's widow(14) goes for Ireland
      on Monday next, and will receive the box at Chester, and deliver it you
      safe: so there are some hopes now.&mdash;Well, let us go on to your
      letter.&mdash;The warrant is passed for the First-Fruits. The Queen does
      not send a letter; but a patent will be drawn here, and that will take up
      time. Mr. Harley of late has said nothing of presenting me to the Queen: I
      was overseen(15) when I mentioned it to you. He has such a weight of
      affairs on him, that he cannot mind all; but he talked of it three or four
      times to me, long before I dropped it to you. What, is not Mrs. Walls'
      business over yet? I had hopes she was up and well, and the child dead
      before this time.&mdash;You did right, at last, to send me your accompts;
      but I did not stay for them, I thank you. I hope you have your bill sent
      in my last, and there will be eight pounds' interest soon due from
      Hawkshaw: pray look at his bond. I hope you are good managers; and that,
      when I say so, Stella won't think I intend she should grudge herself wine.
      But going to those expensive lodgings requires some fund. I wish you had
      stayed till I came over, for some reasons. That Frenchwoman(16) will be
      grumbling again in a little time: and if you are invited anywhere to the
      country, it will vex you to pay in absence; and the country may be
      necessary for poor Stella's health: but do as you like, and do not blame
      Presto.&mdash;Oh, but you are telling your reasons.&mdash;Well, I have
      read them; do as you please.&mdash;Yes, Raymond says he must stay longer
      than he thought, because he cannot settle his affairs. M&mdash;&mdash; is
      in the country at some friend's, comes to town in spring, and then goes to
      settle in Herefordshire. Her husband is a surly, ill-natured brute, and
      cares not she should see anybody. O Lord, see how I blundered, and left
      two lines short; it was that ugly score in the paper(17) that made me
      mistake.&mdash;I believe you lie about the story of the fire, only to make
      it more odd. Bernage must go to Spain; and I will see to recommend him to
      the Duke of Argyle, his General, when I see the Duke next: but the
      officers tell me it would be dishonourable in the last degree for him to
      sell now, and he would never be preferred in the army; so that, unless he
      designs to leave it for good and all, he must go. Tell him so, and that I
      would write if I knew where to direct to him; which I have said fourscore
      times already. I had rather anything almost than that you should strain
      yourselves to send a letter when it is inconvenient; we have settled that
      matter already. I'll write when I can, and so shall MD; and upon occasions
      extraordinary I will write, though it be a line; and when we have not
      letters soon, we agree that all things are well; and so that's settled for
      ever, and so hold your tongue.&mdash;Well, you shall have your pins; but
      for candles' ends, I cannot promise, because I burn them to the stumps;
      besides, I remember what Stella told Dingley about them many years ago,
      and she may think the same thing of me.&mdash;And Dingley shall have her
      hinged spectacles.&mdash;Poor dear Stella, how durst you write those two
      lines by candlelight? bang your bones! Faith, this letter shall go
      to-morrow, I think, and that will be in ten days from the last, young
      women; that's too soon of all conscience: but answering yours has filled
      it up so quick, and I do not design to use you to three pages in folio,
      no, nooooh. All this is one morning's work in bed;&mdash;and so
      good-morrow, little sirrahs; that's for the rhyme.(18) You want politics:
      faith, I can't think of any; but may be at night I may tell you a passage.
      Come, sit off the bed, and let me rise, will you?&mdash;At night. I dined
      to-day with my neighbour Vanhomrigh; it was such dismal weather I could
      not stir further. I have had some threatenings with my head, but no fits.
      I still drink Dr. Radcliffe's(19) bitter, and will continue it.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I was this morning to see the Secretary of State, and have engaged him
      to give a memorial from me to the Duke of Argyle in behalf of Bernage. The
      Duke is a man that distinguishes people of merit, and I will speak to him
      myself; but the Secretary backing it will be very effectual, and I will
      take care to have it done to purpose. Pray tell Bernage so, and that I
      think nothing can be luckier for him, and that I would have him go by all
      means. I will order it that the Duke shall send for him when they are in
      Spain; or, if he fails, that he shall receive him kindly when he goes to
      wait on him. Can I do more? Is not this a great deal?&mdash;I now send
      away this letter, that you may not stay.&mdash;I dined with Ford upon his
      Opera-day, and am now come home, and am going to study; do not you presume
      to guess, sirrahs, impudent saucy dear boxes. Towards the end of a letter
      I could not say saucy boxes without putting dear between. An't that right
      now? Farewell. THIS should BE longer, BUT that <i>I</i> send IT
      to-night.(20)
    </p>
    <p>
      O silly, silly loggerhead!
    </p>
    <p>
      I send a letter this post to one Mr. Staunton, and I direct it to Mr.
      Acton's in St. Michael's Lane. He formerly lodged there, but he has not
      told me where to direct. Pray send to that Acton, whether(21) the letter
      is come there, and whether he has sent it to Staunton.
    </p>
    <p>
      If Bernage designs to sell his commission and stay at home, pray let him
      tell me so, that my recommendation to the Duke of Argyle may not be in
      vain.
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      LETTER 16.
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      LONDON, Feb. 10, 1710-11.
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    <p>
      I have just despatched my fifteenth to the post; I tell you how things
      will be, after I have got a letter from MD. I am in furious haste to
      finish mine, for fear of having two of MD's to answer in one of Presto's,
      which would be such a disgrace, never saw the like; but, before you write
      to me, I write at my leisure, like a gentleman, a little every day, just
      to let you know how matters go, and so and so; and I hope before this
      comes to you, you'll have got your box and chocolate, and Presto will take
      more care another time.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Morning. I must rise and go see my Lord Keeper,(1) which will cost me
      two shillings in coach-hire. Don't you call them two thirteens?(2)&mdash;At
      night. It has rained all day, and there was no walking. I read prayers to
      Sir Andrew Fountaine in the forenoon, and I dined with three Irishmen, at
      one Mr. Cope's(3) lodgings; the other two were one Morris an
      archdeacon,(4) and Mr. Ford. When I came home this evening, I expected
      that little jackanapes Harrison would have come to get help about his
      Tatler for Tuesday: I have fixed two evenings in the week which I allow
      him to come. The toad never came, and I expecting him fell a reading, and
      left off other business.&mdash;Come, what are you doing? How do you pass
      your time this ugly weather? Gaming and drinking, I suppose: fine
      diversions for young ladies, truly! I wish you had some of our Seville
      oranges, and we some of your wine. We have the finest oranges for twopence
      apiece, and the basest wine for six shillings a bottle. They tell me wine
      grows cheap with you. I am resolved to have half a hogshead when I get to
      Ireland, if it be good and cheap, as it used to be; and I will treat MD at
      my table in an evening, oh hoa, and laugh at great Ministers of State.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. The days are grown fine and long, &mdash;&mdash; be thanked. O, faith,
      you forget all our little sayings, and I am angry. I dined to-day with Mr.
      Secretary St. John: I went to the Court of Requests at noon, and sent Mr.
      Harley into the House to call the Secretary, to let him know I would not
      dine with him if he dined late. By good luck the Duke of Argyle was at the
      lobby of the House too, and I kept him in talk till the Secretary came
      out; then told them I was glad to meet them together, and that I had a
      request to the Duke, which the Secretary must second, and his Grace must
      grant. The Duke said he was sure it was something insignificant, and
      wished it was ten times greater. At the Secretary's house I writ a
      memorial, and gave it to the Secretary to give the Duke, and shall see
      that he does it. It is, that his Grace will please to take Mr. Bernage
      into his protection; and if he finds Bernage answers my character, to give
      him all encouragement. Colonel Masham(5) and Colonel Hill(6) Mrs.
      Masham's(7) brother tell me my request is reasonable, and they will second
      it heartily to the Duke too: so I reckon Bernage is on a very good foot
      when he goes to Spain. Pray tell him this, though perhaps I will write to
      him before he goes; yet where shall I direct? for I suppose he has left
      Connolly's.(8)
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I have left off Lady Kerry's bitter, and got another box of pills. I
      have no fits of giddiness, but only some little disorders towards it; and
      I walk as much as I can. Lady Kerry is just as I am, only a great deal
      worse: I dined to-day at Lord Shelburne's, where she is, and we con
      ailments, which makes us very fond of each other. I have taken Mr. Harley
      into favour again, and called to see him, but he was not within; I will
      use to visit him after dinner, for he dines too late for my head: then I
      went to visit poor Congreve, who is just getting out of a severe fit of
      the gout; and I sat with him till near nine o'clock. He gave me a
      Tatler(9) he had written out, as blind as he is, for little Harrison. It
      is about a scoundrel that was grown rich, and went and bought a coat of
      arms at the Herald's, and a set of ancestors at Fleet Ditch; 'tis well
      enough, and shall be printed in two or three days, and if you read those
      kind of things, this will divert you. It is now between ten and eleven,
      and I am going to bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. This was Mrs. Vanhomrigh's daughter's(10) birthday, and Mr. Ford and I
      were invited to dinner to keep it, and we spent the evening there,
      drinking punch. That was our way of beginning Lent; and in the morning
      Lord Shelburne, Lady Kerry, Mrs. Pratt, and I, went to Hyde Park, instead
      of going to church; for, till my head is a little settled, I think it
      better not to go; it would be so silly and troublesome to go out sick. Dr.
      Duke(11) died suddenly two or three nights ago; he was one of the wits
      when we were children, but turned parson, and left it, and never writ
      farther than a prologue or recommendatory copy of verses. He had a fine
      living given him by the Bishop of Winchester(12) about three months ago;
      he got his living suddenly, and he got his dying so too.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I walked purely to-day about the Park, the rain being just over, of
      which we have had a great deal, mixed with little short frosts. I went to
      the Court of Requests, thinking, if Mr. Harley dined early, to go with
      him. But meeting Leigh and Sterne, they invited me to dine with them, and
      away we went. When we got into his room, one H&mdash;&mdash;, a worthless
      Irish fellow, was there, ready to dine with us; so I stepped out, and
      whispered them, that I would not dine with that fellow: they made excuses,
      and begged me to stay; but away I went to Mr. Harley's, and he did not
      dine at home; and at last I dined at Sir John Germaine's,(13) and found
      Lady Betty but just recovered of a miscarriage. I am writing an
      inscription for Lord Berkeley's(14) tomb; you know the young rake his son,
      the new Earl, is married to the Duke of Richmond's daughter,(15) at the
      Duke's country house, and are now coming to town. She will be fluxed in
      two months, and they'll be parted in a year. You ladies are brave, bold,
      venturesome folks; and the chit is but seventeen, and is ill-natured,
      covetous, vicious, and proud in extremes. And so get you gone to Stoyte
      to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. Faith, this letter goes on but slow; 'tis a week old, and the first
      side not written. I went to-day into the City for a walk, but the person I
      designed to dine with was not at home; so I came back, and called at
      Congreve's, and dined with him and Estcourt,(16) and laughed till six;
      then went to Mr. Harley's, who was not gone to dinner; there I stayed till
      nine, and we made up our quarrel, and he has invited me to dinner
      to-morrow, which is the day of the week (Saturday) that Lord Keeper and
      Secretary St. John dine with him privately, and at last they have
      consented to let me among them on that day. Atterbury and Prior went to
      bury poor Dr. Duke. Congreve's nasty white wine has given me the
      heart-burn.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I took some good walks in the Park to-day, and then went to Mr.
      Harley. Lord Rivers was got there before me, and I chid him for presuming
      to come on a day when only Lord Keeper and the Secretary and I were to be
      there; but he regarded me not; so we all dined together, and sat down at
      four; and the Secretary has invited me to dine with him to-morrow. I told
      them I had no hopes they could ever keep in, but that I saw they loved one
      another so well, as indeed they seem to do. They call me nothing but
      Jonathan; and I said I believed they would leave me Jonathan as they found
      me; and that I never knew a Ministry do anything for those whom they make
      companions of their pleasures; and I believe you will find it so; but I
      care not. I am upon a project of getting five hundred pounds,(17) without
      being obliged to anybody; but that is a secret, till I see my dearest MD;
      and so hold your tongue, and do not talk, sirrahs, for I am now about it.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. My head has no fits, but a little disordered before dinner; yet I walk
      stoutly, and take pills, and hope to mend. Secretary St. John would needs
      have me dine with him to-day; and there I found three persons I never saw,
      two I had no acquaintance with, and one I did not care for: so I left them
      early and came home, it being no day to walk, but scurvy rain and wind.
      The Secretary tells me he has put a cheat on me; for Lord Peterborow sent
      him twelve dozen flasks of burgundy, on condition that I should have my
      share; but he never was quiet till they were all gone, so I reckon he owes
      me thirty-six pounds. Lord Peterborow is now got to Vienna, and I must
      write to him to-morrow. I begin now to be towards looking for a letter
      from some certain ladies of Presto's acquaintance, that live at St.
      Mary's,(18) and are called in a certain language, our little MD. No, stay,
      I don't expect one these six days, that will be just three weeks; an't I a
      reasonable creature? We are plagued here with an October Club, that is, a
      set of above a hundred Parliament men of the country, who drink October
      beer at home, and meet every evening at a tavern near the Parliament to
      consult affairs, and drive things on to extremes against the Whigs, to
      call the old Ministry to account, and get off five or six heads.(19) The
      Ministry seem not to regard them; yet one of them in confidence told me
      that there must be something thought on, to settle things better. I'll
      tell you one great State secret: the Queen, sensible how much she was
      governed by the late Ministry, runs a little into t'other extreme, and is
      jealous in that point, even of those who got her out of the others' hands.
      The Ministry is for gentler measures, and the other Tories for more
      violent. Lord Rivers, talking to me the other day, cursed the paper called
      the Examiner, for speaking civilly of the Duke of Marlborough; this I
      happened to talk of to the Secretary, who blamed the warmth of that lord
      and some others, and swore that if their advice were followed they would
      be blown up in twenty-four hours. And I have reason to think that they
      will endeavour to prevail on the Queen to put her affairs more in the
      hands of a Ministry than she does at present; and there are, I believe,
      two men thought on, one of them you have often met the name of in my
      letters. But so much for politics.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. This proved a terrible rainy day, which prevented my walk into the
      City, and I was only able to run and dine with my neighbour Vanhomrigh,
      where Sir Andrew Fountaine dined too, who has just began to sally out, and
      has shipped his mother and sister, who were his nurses, back to the
      country. This evening was fair, and I walked a little in the Park, till
      Prior made me go with him to the Smyrna Coffee-house, where I sat a while,
      and saw four or five Irish persons, who are very handsome, genteel
      fellows; but I know not their names. I came away at seven, and got home.
      Two days ago I writ to Bernage, and told him what I had done, and directed
      the letter to Mr. Curry's, to be left with Dingley. Brigadiers Hill and
      Masham, brother and husband to Mrs. Masham, the Queen's favourite, Colonel
      Disney,(20) and I, have recommended Bernage to the Duke of Argyle; and
      Secretary St. John has given the Duke my memorial; and, besides, Hill
      tells me, that Bernage's colonel, Fielding,(21) designs to make him his
      captain-lieutenant: but I believe I said this to you before, and in this
      letter; but I will not look.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. Morning. It snows terribly again; and 'tis mistaken, for I now want a
      little good weather. I bid you good-morrow; and, if it clear up, get you
      gone to poor Mrs. Walls, who has had a hard time of it, but is now pretty
      well again. I am sorry it is a girl: the poor Archdeacon too, see how
      simply he looked when they told him: what did it cost Stella to be gossip?
      I'll rise; so, d'ye hear, let me see you at night; and do not stay late
      out, and catch cold, sirrahs.&mdash;At night. It grew good weather, and I
      got a good walk, and dined with Ford upon his Opera-day; but, now all his
      wine is gone, I shall dine with him no more. I hope to send this letter
      before I hear from MD, methinks there is&mdash;something great in doing
      so, only I can't express where it lies; and, faith, this shall go by
      Saturday, as sure as you're a rogue. Mrs. Edgworth was to set out but last
      Monday; so you won't have your box so soon perhaps as this letter; but
      Sterne told me since that it is safe at Chester, and that she will take
      care of it. I'd give a guinea you had it.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Morning. Faith, I hope it will be fair for me to walk into the City;
      for I take all occasions of walking.&mdash;I should be plaguy busy at
      Laracor if I were there now, cutting down willows, planting others,
      scouring my canal, and every kind of thing. If Raymond goes over this
      summer, you must submit, and make them a visit, that we may have another
      eel and trout fishing; and that Stella may ride by, and see Presto in his
      morning-gown in the garden, and so go up with Joe to the Hill of Bree, and
      round by Scurlock's Town. O Lord, how I remember names! faith, it gives me
      short sighs; therefore no more of that, if you love me. Good-morrow, I
      will go rise like a gentleman; my pills say I must.&mdash;At night. Lady
      Kerry sent to desire me to engage some lords about an affair she has in
      their house here: I called to see her, but found she had already engaged
      every lord I knew, and that there was no great difficulty in the matter;
      and it rained like a dog; so I took coach, for want of better exercise,
      and dined privately with a hang-dog in the City, and walked back in the
      evening. The days are now long enough to walk in the Park after dinner;
      and so I do whenever it is fair. This walking is a strange remedy: Mr.
      Prior walks, to make himself fat, and I to bring myself down; he has
      generally a cough, which he only calls a cold; we often walk round the
      Park together. So I'll go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. It snowed all this morning prodigiously, and was some inches thick in
      three or four hours. I dined with Mr. Lewis of the Secretary's office at
      his lodgings: the chairmen that carried me squeezed a great fellow against
      a wall, who wisely turned his back, and broke one of the side-glasses in a
      thousand pieces. I fell a scolding, pretended I was like to be cut to
      pieces, and made them set down the chair in the Park, while they picked
      out the bits of glasses; and, when I paid them, I quarrelled still; so
      they dared not grumble, and I came off for my fare; but I was plaguily
      afraid they would have said, "God bless your honour, won't you give us
      something for our glass?" Lewis and I were forming a project how I might
      get three or four hundred pounds,(22) which I suppose may come to nothing.
      I hope Smyth has brought you your palsy-drops. How does Stella do? I begin
      more and more to desire to know. The three weeks since I had your last is
      over within two days, and I will allow three for accidents.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. The snow is gone every bit, except the remainder of some great balls
      made by the boys. Mr. Sterne was with me this morning about an affair he
      has before the Treasury. That drab Mrs. Edgworth is not yet set out, but
      will infallibly next Monday: and this is the third infallible Monday, and
      pox take her! So you will have this letter first; and this shall go
      to-morrow; and, if I have one from MD in that time, I will not answer it
      till my next; only I will say, "Madam, I received your letter, and so, and
      so." I dined to-day with my Mistress Butler,(23) who grows very
      disagreeable.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. Morning. This letter certainly goes this evening, sure as you're
      alive, young women, and then you will be so shamed that I have had none
      from you; and, if I was to reckon like you, I would say, I were six
      letters before you, for this is N.16, and I have had your N.10. But I
      reckon you have received but fourteen, and have sent eleven. I think to go
      to-day a Minister-of-State-hunting in the Court of Requests; for I have
      something to say to Mr. Harley. And it is fine, cold, sunshiny weather; I
      wish dear MD would walk this morning in your Stephen's Green; 'tis as good
      as our Park, but not so large.(24) Faith, this summer we'll take a coach
      for sixpence(25) to the Green Well, the two walks, and thence all the way
      to Stoyte's.(26) My hearty service to Goody Stoyte and Catherine; and I
      hope Mrs. Walls had a good time. How inconstant I am! I can't imagine I
      was ever in love with her. Well, I'm going; what have you to say? I DO NOT
      CARE HOW I WRITE NOW.(27) I don't design to write on this side; these few
      lines are but so much more than your due; so I will write LARGE or small
      as I please. O, faith, my hands are starving in bed; I believe it is a
      hard frost. I must rise, and bid you good-bye, for I'll seal this letter
      immediately, and carry it in my pocket, and put it into the post-office
      with my own fair hands. Farewell.
    </p>
    <p>
      This letter is just a fortnight's journal to-day. Yes, and so it is, I'm
      sure, says you, with your two eggs a penny.
    </p>
    <p>
      Lele, lele, lele.(28)
    </p>
    <p>
      O Lord, I am saying lele, lele, to myself, in all our little keys: and,
      now you talk of keys, that dog Patrick broke the key-general of the chest
      of drawers with six locks, and I have been so plagued to get a new one,
      besides my good two shillings!
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      LETTER 17.
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      LONDON, Feb. 24, 1710-11.
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    <p>
      Now, young women, I gave in my sixteenth this evening. I dined with Ford
      (it was his Opera-day) as usual; it is very convenient to me to do so, for
      coming home early after a walk in the Park, which now the days will allow.
      I called on the Secretary at his office, and he had forgot to give the
      memorial about Bernage to the Duke of Argyle; but, two days ago, I met the
      Duke, who desired I would give it him myself, which should have more power
      with him than all the Ministry together, as he protested solemnly,
      repeated it two or three times, and bid me count upon it. So that I verily
      believe Bernage will be in a very good way to establish himself. I think I
      can do no more for him at present, and there's an end of that; and so get
      you gone to bed, for it is late.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. The three weeks are out yesterday since I had your last, and so now I
      will be expecting every day a pretty dear letter from my own MD, and hope
      to hear that Stella has been much better in her head and eyes: my head
      continues as it was, no fits, but a little disorder every day, which I can
      easily bear, if it will not grow worse. I dined to-day with Mr. Secretary
      St. John, on condition I might choose my company, which were Lord Rivers,
      Lord Carteret, Sir Thomas Mansel,(1) and Mr. Lewis; I invited Masham,
      Hill, Sir John Stanley, and George Granville, but they were engaged; and I
      did it in revenge of his having such bad company when I dined with him
      before; so we laughed, etc. And I ventured to go to church to-day, which I
      have not done this month before. Can you send me such a good account of
      Stella's health, pray now? Yes, I hope, and better too. We dined (says
      you) at the Dean's, and played at cards till twelve, and there came in Mr.
      French, and Dr. Travors, and Dr. Whittingham, and Mr. (I forget his name,
      that I always tell Mrs. Walls of) the banker's son, a pox on him. And we
      were so merry; I vow they are pure good company. But I lost a crown; for
      you must know I had always hands tempting me to go out, but never took in
      anything, and often two black aces without a manilio; was not that hard,
      Presto? Hold your tongue, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I was this morning with Mr. Secretary about some business, and he
      tells me that Colonel Fielding is now going to make Bernage his
      captain-lieutenant, that is, a captain by commission, and the perquisites
      of the company; but not captain's pay, only the first step to it. I
      suppose he will like it; and the recommendation to the Duke of Argyle goes
      on. And so trouble me no more about your Bernage; the jackanapes
      understands what fair solicitors he has got, I warrant you. Sir Andrew
      Fountaine and I dined, by invitation, with Mrs. Vanhomrigh. You say they
      are of no consequence: why, they keep as good female company as I do male;
      I see all the drabs of quality at this end of the town with them: I saw
      two Lady Bettys(2) there this afternoon; the beauty of one, the
      good-breeding and nature of t'other, and the wit of neither, would have
      made a fine woman. Rare walking in the Park now: why don't you walk in the
      Green of St. Stephen? The walks there are finer gravelled than the Mall.
      What beasts the Irish women are, never to walk!
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Darteneuf and I, and little Harrison the new Tatler, and Jervas the
      painter, dined to-day with James,(3) I know not his other name, but it is
      one of Darteneuf's dining-places, who is a true epicure. James is clerk of
      the kitchen to the Queen, and has a little snug house at St. James's; and
      we had the Queen's wine, and such very fine victuals that I could not eat
      it. Three weeks and three days since my last letter from MD; rare doings!
      why, truly we were so busy with poor Mrs. Walls, that indeed, Presto, we
      could not write, we were afraid the poor woman would have died; and it
      pitied us to see the Archdeacon, how concerned he was. The Dean never came
      to see her but once; but now she is up again, and we go and sit with her
      in the evenings. The child died the next day after it was born; and I
      believe, between friends, she is not very sorry for it.&mdash;Indeed,
      Presto, you are plaguy silly tonight, and han't guessed one word right;
      for she and the child are both well, and it is a fine girl, likely to
      live; and the Dean was godfather, and Mrs. Catherine and I were
      godmothers; I was going to say Stoyte, but I think I have heard they don't
      put maids and married women together; though I know not why I think so,
      nor I don't care; what care I? but I must prate, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I walked to-day into the City for my health, and there dined; which I
      always do when the weather is fair, and business permits, that I may be
      under a necessity of taking a good walk, which is the best thing I can do
      at present for my health. Some bookseller has raked up everything I writ,
      and published it t'other day in one volume; but I know nothing of it,
      'twas without my knowledge or consent: it makes a four-shilling book, and
      is called Miscellanies in Prose and Verse.(4) Tooke pretends he knows
      nothing of it; but I doubt he is at the bottom. One must have patience
      with these things; the best of it is, I shall be plagued no more. However,
      I will bring a couple of them over with me for MD; perhaps you may desire
      to see them. I hear they sell mightily.
    </p>
    <p>
      March 1. Morning. I have been calling to Patrick to look in his almanac
      for the day of the month; I did not know but it might be leap-year. The
      almanac says 'tis the third after leap-year; and I always thought till
      now, that every third year was leap-year. I am glad they come so seldom;
      but I'm sure 'twas otherwise when I was a young man; I see times are
      mightily changed since then.&mdash;Write to me, sirrahs; be sure do by the
      time this side is done, and I'll keep t'other side for the answer: so I'll
      go write to the Bishop of Clogher; good-morrow, sirrahs.&mdash;Night. I
      dined to-day at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, being a rainy day; and Lady Betty
      Butler, knowing it, sent to let me know she expected my company in the
      evening, where the Vans (so we call them) were to be. The Duchess(5) and
      they do not go over this summer with the Duke; so I go to bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. This rainy weather undoes me in coaches and chairs. I was traipsing
      to-day with your Mr. Sterne, to go along with them to Moore,(6) and
      recommend his business to the Treasury. Sterne tells me his dependence is
      wholly on me; but I have absolutely refused to recommend it to Mr. Harley,
      because I have troubled him lately so much with other folks' affairs; and
      besides, to tell the truth, Mr. Harley told me he did not like Sterne's
      business: however, I will serve him, because I suppose MD would have me.
      But, in saying his dependence lies wholly on me, he lies, and is a fool. I
      dined with Lord Abercorn, whose son Peasley(7) will be married at Easter
      to ten thousand pounds.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I forgot to tell you that yesterday morning I was at Mr. Harley's
      levee: he swore I came in spite, to see him among a parcel of fools. My
      business was to desire I might let the Duke of Ormond know how the affair
      stood of the First-Fruits. He promised to let him know it, and engaged me
      to dine with him to-day. Every Saturday, Lord Keeper, Secretary St. John,
      and I dine with him, and sometimes Lord Rivers; and they let in none else.
      Patrick brought me some letters into the Park; among which one was from
      Walls; and t'other, yes, faith, t'other was from our little MD, N.11. I
      read the rest in the Park, and MD's in a chair as I went from St. James's
      to Mr. Harley; and glad enough I was, faith, to read it, and see all
      right. Oh, but I won't answer it these three or four days at least, or may
      be sooner. An't I silly? faith, your letters would make a dog silly, if I
      had a dog to be silly, but it must be a little dog.&mdash;I stayed with
      Mr. Harley till past nine, where we had much discourse together after the
      rest were gone; and I gave him very truly my opinion where he desired it.
      He complained he was not very well, and has engaged me to dine with him
      again on Monday. So I came home afoot, like a fine gentleman, to tell you
      all this.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I dined to-day with Mr. Secretary St. John; and after dinner he had a
      note from Mr. Harley, that he was much out of order.(8) Pray God preserve
      his health! everything depends upon it. The Parliament at present cannot
      go a step without him, nor the Queen neither. I long to be in Ireland; but
      the Ministry beg me to stay: however, when this Parliament lurry(9) is
      over, I will endeavour to steal away; by which time I hope the First-Fruit
      business will be done. This kingdom is certainly ruined as much as was
      ever any bankrupt merchant. We must have peace, let it be a bad or a good
      one, though nobody dares talk of it. The nearer I look upon things, the
      worse I like them. I believe the confederacy will soon break to pieces,
      and our factions at home increase. The Ministry is upon a very narrow
      bottom, and stand like an isthmus, between the Whigs on one side, and
      violent Tories on the other. They are able seamen; but the tempest is too
      great, the ship too rotten, and the crew all against them. Lord Somers has
      been twice in the Queen's closet, once very lately; and your Duchess of
      Somerset,(10) who now has the key, is a most insinuating woman; and I
      believe they will endeavour to play the same game that has been played
      against them.&mdash;I have told them of all this, which they know already,
      but they cannot help it. They have cautioned the Queen so much against
      being governed, that she observes it too much. I could talk till to-morrow
      upon these things, but they make me melancholy. I could not but observe
      that lately, after much conversation with Mr. Harley, though he is the
      most fearless man alive, and the least apt to despond, he confessed to me
      that uttering his mind to me gave him ease.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Mr. Harley continues out of order, yet his affairs force him abroad: he
      is subject to a sore throat, and was cupped last night: I sent and called
      two or three times. I hear he is better this evening. I dined to-day in
      the City with Dr. Freind at a third body's house, where I was to pass for
      somebody else; and there was a plaguy silly jest carried on, that made me
      sick of it. Our weather grows fine, and I will walk like camomile. And
      pray walk you to your Dean's, or your Stoyte's, or your Manley's, or your
      Walls'. But your new lodgings make you so proud, you will walk less than
      ever. Come, let me go to bed, sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Mr. Harley's going out yesterday has put him a little backwards. I
      called twice, and sent, for I am in pain for him. Ford caught me, and made
      me dine with him on his Opera-day; so I brought Mr. Lewis with me, and sat
      with him till six. I have not seen Mr. Addison these three weeks; all our
      friendship is over. I go to no Coffee-house. I presented a parson of the
      Bishop of Clogher's, one Richardson,(11) to the Duke of Ormond to-day: he
      is translating prayers and sermons into Irish, and has a project about
      instructing the Irish in the Protestant religion.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Morning. Faith, a little would make me, I could find in my heart, if it
      were not for one thing, I have a good mind, if I had not something else to
      do, I would answer your dear saucy letter. O, Lord, I am going awry with
      writing in bed. O, faith, but I must answer it, or I shan't have room, for
      it must go on Saturday; and don't think I will fill the third side, I an't
      come to that yet, young women. Well then, as for your Bernage, I have said
      enough: I writ to him last week.&mdash;Turn over that leaf. Now, what says
      MD to the world to come? I tell you, Madam Stella, my head is a great deal
      better, and I hope will keep so. How came yours to be fifteen days coming,
      and you had my fifteenth in seven? Answer me that, rogues. Your being with
      Goody Walls is excuse enough: I find I was mistaken in the sex, 'tis a
      boy.(12) Yes, I understand your cypher, and Stella guesses right, as she
      always does. He(13) gave me al bsadnuk lboinlpl dfaonr ufainf btoy
      dpionufnad,(14) which I sent him again by Mr. Lewis, to whom I writ a very
      complaining letter that was showed him; and so the matter ended. He told
      me he had a quarrel with me; I said I had another with him, and we
      returned to our friendship, and I should think he loves me as well as a
      great Minister can love a man in so short a time. Did not I do right? I am
      glad at heart you have got your palsy-water;(15) pray God Almighty it may
      do my dearest little Stella good! I suppose Mrs. Edgworth set out last
      Monday se'ennight. Yes, I do read the Examiners, and they are written very
      finely, as you judge. I do not think they are too severe on the Duke;(16)
      they only tax him of avarice, and his avarice has ruined us. You may count
      upon all things in them to be true. The author has said it is not Prior,
      but perhaps it may be Atterbury.&mdash;Now, Madam Dingley, says she, 'tis
      fine weather, says she; yes, says she, and we have got to our new
      lodgings. I compute you ought to save eight pounds by being in the others
      five months; and you have no more done it than eight thousand. I am glad
      you are rid of that squinting, blinking Frenchman. I will give you a bill
      on Parvisol for five pounds for the half-year. And must I go on at four
      shillings a week, and neither eat nor drink for it? Who the Devil said
      Atterbury and your Dean were alike? I never saw your Chancellor, nor his
      chaplain. The latter has a good deal of learning, and is a well-wisher to
      be an author: your Chancellor is an excellent man. As for Patrick's bird,
      he bought him for his tameness, and is grown the wildest I ever saw. His
      wings have been quilled thrice, and are now up again: he will be able to
      fly after us to Ireland, if he be willing.&mdash;Yes, Mrs. Stella, Dingley
      writes more like Presto than you; for all you superscribed the letter, as
      who should say, Why should not I write like our Presto as well as Dingley?
      You with your awkward SS;(17) cannot you write them thus, SS? No, but
      always SSS. Spiteful sluts, to affront Presto's writing; as that when you
      shut your eyes you write most like Presto. I know the time when I did not
      write to you half so plain as I do now; but I take pity on you both. I am
      very much concerned for Mrs. Walls's eyes. Walls says nothing of it to me
      in his letter dated after yours. You say, "If she recovers, she may lose
      her sight." I hope she is in no danger of her life. Yes, Ford is as sober
      as I please: I use him to walk with me as an easy companion, always ready
      for what I please, when I am weary of business and Ministers. I don't go
      to a Coffee-house twice a month. I am very regular in going to sleep
      before eleven.&mdash;And so you say that Stella is a pretty girl; and so
      she be, and methinks I see her just now as handsome as the day is long. Do
      you know what? when I am writing in our language, I make up my mouth just
      as if I was speaking it. I caught myself at it just now. And I suppose
      Dingley is so fair and so fresh as a lass in May, and has her health, and
      no spleen.&mdash;In your account you sent do you reckon as usual from the
      1st of November(18) was twelvemonth? Poor Stella, will not Dingley leave
      her a little daylight to write to Presto? Well, well, we'll have daylight
      shortly, spite of her teeth; and zoo(19) must cly Lele and Hele, and Hele
      aden. Must loo mimitate Pdfr, pay? Iss, and so la shall. And so lele's fol
      ee rettle. Dood-mollow.&mdash;At night. Mrs. Barton sent this morning to
      invite me to dinner; and there I dined, just in that genteel manner that
      MD used when they would treat some better sort of body than usual.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. O dear MD, my heart is almost broken. You will hear the thing before
      this comes to you. I writ a full account of it this night to the
      Archbishop of Dublin; and the Dean may tell you the particulars from the
      Archbishop. I was in a sorry way to write, but thought it might be proper
      to send a true account of the fact; for you will hear a thousand lying
      circumstances. It is of Mr. Harley's being stabbed this afternoon, at
      three o'clock, at a Committee of the Council. I was playing Lady Catharine
      Morris's(20) cards, where I dined, when young Arundel(21) came in with the
      story. I ran away immediately to the Secretary, which was in my way: no
      one was at home. I met Mrs. St. John in her chair; she had heard it
      imperfectly. I took a chair to Mr. Harley, who was asleep, and they hope
      in no danger; but he has been out of order, and was so when he came abroad
      to-day, and it may put him in a fever: I am in mortal pain for him. That
      desperate French villain, Marquis de Guiscard,(22) stabbed Mr. Harley.
      Guiscard was taken up by Mr. Secretary St. John's warrant for high
      treason, and brought before the Lords to be examined; there he stabbed Mr.
      Harley. I have told all the particulars already to the Archbishop. I have
      now, at nine, sent again, and they tell me he is in a fair way. Pray
      pardon my distraction; I now think of all his kindness to me.&mdash;The
      poor creature now lies stabbed in his bed by a desperate French Popish
      villain. Good-night, and God preserve you both, and pity me; I want it.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Morning; seven, in bed. Patrick is just come from Mr. Harley's. He
      slept well till four; the surgeon sat(23) up with him: he is asleep again:
      he felt a pain in his wound when he waked: they apprehend him in no
      danger. This account the surgeon left with the porter, to tell people that
      send. Pray God preserve him. I am rising, and going to Mr. Secretary St.
      John. They say Guiscard will die with the wounds Mr. St. John and the rest
      gave him. I shall tell you more at night.&mdash;Night. Mr. Harley still
      continues on the mending hand; but he rested ill last night, and felt
      pain. I was early with the Secretary this morning, and I dined with him,
      and he told me several particularities of this accident, too long to
      relate now. Mr. Harley is still mending this evening, but not at all out
      of danger; and till then I can have no peace. Good-night, etc., and pity
      Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. Mr. Harley was restless last night; but he has no fever, and the hopes
      of his mending increase. I had a letter from Mr. Walls, and one from Mr.
      Bernage. I will answer them here, not having time to write. Mr. Walls
      writes about three things. First, about a hundred pounds from Dr. Raymond,
      of which I hear nothing, and it is now too late. Secondly, about Mr.
      Clements:(24) I can do nothing in it, because I am not to mention Mr.
      Pratt; and I cannot recommend without knowing Mr. Pratt's objections,
      whose relation Clements is, and who brought him into the place. The third
      is about my being godfather to the child:(25) that is in my power, and
      (since there is no remedy) will submit. I wish you could hinder it; but if
      it can't be helped, pay what you think proper, and get the Provost to
      stand for me, and let his Christian name be Harley, in honour of my
      friend, now lying stabbed and doubtful of his life. As for Bernage, he
      writes me word that his colonel has offered to make him captain-lieutenant
      for a hundred pounds. He was such a fool to offer him money without
      writing to me till it was done, though I have had a dozen letters from
      him; and then he desires I would say nothing of this, for fear his colonel
      should be angry. People are mad. What can I do? I engaged Colonel Disney,
      who was one of his solicitors to the Secretary, and then told him the
      story. He assured me that Fielding (Bernage's colonel) said he might have
      got that sum; but, on account of those great recommendations he had, would
      give it him for nothing: and I would have Bernage write him a letter of
      thanks, as of a thing given him for nothing, upon recommendations, etc.
      Disney tells me he will again speak to Fielding, and clear up this matter;
      then I will write to Bernage. A pox on him for promising money till I had
      it promised to me; and then making it such a ticklish point, that one
      cannot expostulate with the colonel upon it: but let him do as I say, and
      there is an end. I engaged the Secretary of State in it; and am sure it
      was meant a kindness to me, and that no money should be given, and a
      hundred pounds is too much in a Smithfield bargain,(26) as a major-general
      told me, whose opinion I asked. I am now hurried, and can say no more.
      Farewell, etc. etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      How shall I superscribe to your new lodgings, pray, madams? Tell me but
      that, impudence and saucy-face.
    </p>
    <p>
      Are not you sauceboxes to write "lele"(27) like Presto? O poor Presto!
    </p>
    <p>
      Mr. Harley is better to-night, that makes me so pert, you saucy Gog and
      Magog.
    </p>
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      LETTER 18.
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      LONDON, March 10, 1710-11.
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    <p>
      Pretty little MD must expect little from me till Mr. Harley is out of
      danger. We hope he is so now; but I am subject to fear for my friends. He
      has a head full of the whole business of the nation, was out of order when
      the villain stabbed him, and had a cruel contusion by the second blow. But
      all goes on well yet. Mr. Ford and I dined with Mr. Lewis, and we hope the
      best.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. This morning Mr. Secretary and I met at Court, where he went to the
      Queen, who is out of order, and aguish: I doubt the worse for this
      accident to Mr. Harley. We went together to his house, and his wound looks
      well, and he is not feverish at all, and I think it is foolish in me to be
      so much in pain as I am. I had the penknife in my hand, which is broken
      within a quarter of an inch of the handle. I have a mind to write and
      publish an account of all the particularities of this fact:(1) it will be
      very curious, and I would do it when Mr. Harley is past danger.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. We have been in terrible pain to-day about Mr. Harley, who never slept
      last night, and has been very feverish. But this evening I called there;
      and young Mr. Harley (his only son) tells me he is now much better, and
      was then asleep. They let nobody see him, and that is perfectly right. The
      Parliament cannot go on till he is well, and are forced to adjourn their
      money businesses, which none but he can help them in. Pray God preserve
      him.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. Mr. Harley is better to-day, slept well all night, and we are a little
      out of our fears. I send and call three or four times every day. I went
      into the City for a walk, and dined there with a private man; and coming
      home this evening, broke my shin in the Strand over a tub of sand left
      just in the way. I got home dirty enough, and went straight to bed, where
      I have been cooking it with gold-beater's skin, and have been peevish
      enough with Patrick, who was near an hour bringing a rag from next door.
      It is my right shin, where never any humour fell when t'other used to
      swell; so I apprehend it less: however, I shall not stir till 'tis well,
      which I reckon will be in a week. I am very careful in these sort of
      things; but I wish I had Mrs. J&mdash;&mdash;'s water:(2) she is out of
      town, and I must make a shift with alum. I will dine with Mrs. Vanhomrigh
      till I am well, who lives but five doors off; and that I may venture.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. My journals are like to be very diverting, now I cannot stir abroad,
      between accounts of Mr. Harley's mending, and of my broken shin. I just
      walked to my neighbour Vanhomrigh at two, and came away at six, when
      little Harrison the Tatler came to me, and begged me to dictate a paper to
      him, which I was forced in charity to do. Mr. Harley still mends; and I
      hope in a day or two to trouble you no more with him, nor with my shin. Go
      to bed and sleep, sirrahs, that you may rise to-morrow and walk to
      Donnybrook, and lose your money with Stoyte and the Dean; do so, dear
      little rogues, and drink Presto's health. O pray, don't you drink Presto's
      health sometimes with your deans, and your Stoytes, and your Walls, and
      your Manleys, and your everybodies, pray now? I drink MD's to myself a
      hundred thousand times.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I was this morning at Mr. Secretary St. John's for all my shin; and he
      has given me for young Harrison the Tatler the prettiest employment in
      Europe; secretary to my Lord Raby,(3) who is to be Ambassador
      Extraordinary at the Hague, where all the great affairs will be concerted;
      so we shall lose the Tatlers in a fortnight. I will send Harrison
      to-morrow morning to thank the Secretary. Poor Biddy Floyd(4) has got the
      smallpox. I called this morning to see Lady Betty Germaine, and when she
      told me so, I fairly took my leave. I have the luck of it;(5) for about
      ten days ago I was to see Lord Carteret;(6) and my lady was entertaining
      me with telling of a young lady, a cousin, who was then ill in the house
      of the smallpox, and is since dead: it was near Lady Betty's, and I fancy
      Biddy took the fright by it. I dined with Mr. Secretary; and a physician
      came in just from Guiscard, who tells us he is dying of his wounds, and
      can hardly live till to-morrow. A poor wench that Guiscard kept, sent him
      a bottle of sack; but the keeper would not let him touch it, for fear it
      was poison. He had two quarts of old clotted blood come out of his side
      to-day, and is delirious. I am sorry he is dying; for they had found out a
      way to hang him. He certainly had an intention to murder the Queen.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I have made but little progress in this letter for so many days,
      thanks to Guiscard and Mr. Harley; and it would be endless to tell you all
      the particulars of that odious fact. I do not yet hear that Guiscard is
      dead, but they say 'tis impossible he should recover. I walked too much
      yesterday for a man with a broken shin; to-day I rested, and went no
      farther than Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, where I dined; and Lady Betty Butler
      coming in about six, I was forced in good manners to sit with her till
      nine; then I came home, and Mr. Ford came in to visit my shin, and sat
      with me till eleven: so I have been very idle and naughty. It vexes me to
      the pluck(7) that I should lose walking this delicious day. Have you seen
      the Spectator(8) yet, a paper that comes out every day? 'Tis written by
      Mr. Steele, who seems to have gathered new life, and have a new fund of
      wit; it is in the same nature as his Tatlers, and they have all of them
      had something pretty. I believe Addison and he club. I never see them; and
      I plainly told Mr. Harley and Mr. St. John, ten days ago, before my Lord
      Keeper and Lord Rivers, that I had been foolish enough to spend my credit
      with them in favour of Addison and Steele; but that I would engage and
      promise never to say one word in their behalf, having been used so ill for
      what I had already done.&mdash;So, now I am got into the way of prating
      again, there will be no quiet for me.
    </p>
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     When Presto begins to prate,
     Give him a rap upon the pate.
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    <p>
      O Lord, how I blot! it is time to leave off, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Guiscard died this morning at two; and the coroner's inquest have
      found that he was killed by bruises received from a messenger, so to clear
      the Cabinet Councillors from whom he received his wounds. I had a letter
      from Raymond, who cannot hear of your box; but I hope you have it before
      this comes to your hands. I dined to-day with Mr. Lewis of the Secretary's
      office. Mr. Harley has abundance of extravasated blood comes from his
      breast out of his wound, and will not be well so soon as we expected. I
      had something to say, but cannot call it to mind. (What was it?)
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I was to-day at Court to look for the Duke of Argyle, and gave him the
      memorial about Bernage. The Duke goes with the first fair wind. I could
      not find him, but I have given the memorial to another to give him; and,
      however, it shall be sent after him. Bernage has made a blunder in
      offering money to his colonel without my advice; however, he is made
      captain-lieutenant, only he must recruit the company, which will cost him
      forty pounds, and that is cheaper than an hundred. I dined to-day with Mr.
      Secretary St. John, and stayed till seven, but would not drink his
      champagne and burgundy, for fear of the gout. My shin mends, but is not
      well. I hope it will by the time I send this letter, next Saturday.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I went to-day into the City, but in a coach, and sossed(9) up my leg
      on the seat; and as I came home, I went to see poor Charles Barnard's(10)
      books, which are to be sold by auction, and I itch to lay out nine or ten
      pounds for some fine editions of fine authors. But 'tis too far, and I
      shall let it slip, as I usually do all such opportunities. I dined in a
      coffee-house with Stratford upon chops and some of his wine. Where did MD
      dine? Why, poor MD dined at home to-day, because of the Archbishop, and
      they could not go abroad, and had a breast of mutton and a pint of wine. I
      hope Mrs. Walls mends; and pray give me an account what sort of godfather
      I made, and whether I behaved myself handsomely. The Duke of Argyle is
      gone; and whether he has my memorial, I know not, till I see Dr.
      Arbuthnot,(11) to whom I gave it. That hard name belongs to a Scotch
      doctor, an acquaintance of the Duke's and me; Stella can't pronounce it.
      Oh that we were at Laracor this fine day! the willows begin to peep, and
      the quicks to bud. My dream is out: I was a-dreamed last night that I ate
      ripe cherries.&mdash;And now they begin to catch the pikes, and will
      shortly the trouts (pox on these Ministers!)&mdash;and I would fain know
      whether the floods were ever so high as to get over the holly bank or the
      river walk; if so, then all my pikes are gone; but I hope not. Why don't
      you ask Parvisol these things, sirrahs? And then my canal, and trouts, and
      whether the bottom be fine and clear? But harkee, ought not Parvisol to
      pay in my last year's rents and arrears out of his hands? I am thinking,
      if either of you have heads to take his accounts, it should be paid in to
      you; otherwise to Mr. Walls. I will write an order on t'other side; and do
      as you will. Here's a world of business; but I must go sleep, I'm drowsy;
      and so goodnight, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. This sore shin ruins me in coach-hire; no less than two shillings
      to-day going and coming from the City, where I dined with one you never
      heard of, and passed an insipid day. I writ this post to Bernage, with the
      account I told you above. I hope he will like it; 'tis his own fault, or
      it would have been better. I reckon your next letter will be full of Mr.
      Harley's stabbing. He still mends, but abundance of extravasated blood has
      come out of the wound: he keeps his bed, and sees nobody. The Speaker's
      eldest son(12) is just dead of the smallpox, and the House is adjourned a
      week, to give him time to wipe off his tears. I think it very handsomely
      done; but I believe one reason is, that they want Mr. Harley so much.
      Biddy Floyd is like to do well: and so go to your Dean's, and roast his
      oranges, and lose your money, do so, you saucy sluts. Stella, you lost
      three shillings and fourpence t'other night at Stoyte's, yes, you did, and
      Presto stood in a corner, and saw you all the while, and then stole away.
      I dream very often I am in Ireland, and that I have left my clothes and
      things behind me, and have not taken leave of anybody; and that the
      Ministry expect me tomorrow, and such nonsense.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I would not for a guinea have a letter from you till this goes; and go
      it shall on Saturday, faith. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, to save my
      shin, and then went on some business to the Secretary, and he was not at
      home.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Yesterday was a short day's journal: but what care I? what cares saucy
      Presto? Darteneuf(13) invited me to dinner to-day. Do not you know
      Darteneuf? That's the man that knows everything, and that everybody knows;
      and that knows where a knot of rabble are going on a holiday, and when
      they were there last: and then I went to the Coffee-house. My shin mends,
      but is not quite healed: I ought to keep it up, but I don't; I e'en let it
      go as it comes. Pox take Parvisol and his watch! If I do not receive the
      ten-pound bill I am to get towards it, I will neither receive watch nor
      chain; so let Parvisol know.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I this day appointed the Duke of Ormond to meet him at Ned
      Southwell's, about an affair of printing Irish Prayer-Books, etc.,(14) but
      the Duke never came. There Southwell had letters that two packets are
      taken; so if MD writ then, the letters are gone; for they are packets
      coming hither. Mr. Harley is not yet well, but his extravasated blood
      continues, and I doubt he will not be quite well in a good while: I find
      you have heard of the fact by Southwell's letters from Ireland: what do
      you think of it? I dined with Sir John Perceval,(15) and saw his lady
      sitting in the bed, in the forms of a lying-in woman; and coming home my
      sore shin itched, and I forgot what it was, and rubbed off the scab, and
      blood came; but I am now got into bed, and have put on alum curd, and it
      is almost well. Lord Rivers told me yesterday a piece of bad news, as a
      secret, that the Pretender is going to be married to the Duke of Savoy's
      daughter.(16) 'Tis very bad if it be true. We were walking in the Mall
      with some Scotch lords, and he could not tell it until they were gone, and
      he bade me tell it to none but the Secretary of State and MD. This goes
      tomorrow, and I have no room but to bid my dearest little MD good-night.
      24. I will now seal up this letter, and send it; for I reckon to have none
      from you ('tis morning now) between this and night; and I will put it in
      the post with my own hands. I am going out in great haste; so farewell,
      etc.
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      LETTER 19.
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      LONDON, March 24, 1710-11.
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    <p>
      It was a little cross in Presto not to send to-day to the Coffee-house to
      see whether there was a letter from MD before I sent away mine; but,
      faith, I did it on purpose, because I would scorn to answer two letters of
      yours successively. This way of journal is the worst in the world for
      writing of news, unless one does it the last day; and so I will observe
      henceforward, if there be any politics or stuff worth sending. My shin
      mends in spite of the scratching last night. I dined to-day at Ned
      Southwell's with the Bishop of Ossory(1) and a parcel of Irish gentlemen.
      Have you yet seen any of the Spectators? Just three weeks to-day since I
      had your last, N.11. I am afraid I have lost one by the packet that was
      taken; that will vex me, considering the pains MD take to write,
      especially poor pretty Stella, and her weak eyes. God bless them and the
      owner, and send them well, and little me together, I hope ere long. This
      illness of Mr. Harley puts everything backwards, and he is still down, and
      like to be so, by that extravasated blood which comes from his breast to
      the wound: it was by the second blow Guiscard gave him after the penknife
      was broken. I am shocked at that villainy whenever I think of it. Biddy
      Floyd is past danger, but will lose all her beauty: she had them mighty
      thick, especially about her nose.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Morning. I wish you a merry New Year; this is the first day of the
      year, you know, with us, and 'tis Lady-day. I must rise and go to my Lord
      Keeper: it is not shaving-day to-day, so I shall be early. I am to dine
      with Mr. Secretary St. John. Good-morrow, my mistresses both, good-morrow.
      Stella will be peeping out of her room at Mrs. De Caudres'(2) down upon
      the folks as they come from church; and there comes Mrs. Proby,(3) and
      that is my Lady Southwell,(4) and there is Lady Betty Rochfort.(5) I long
      to hear how you are settled in your new lodgings. I wish I were rid of my
      old ones, and that Mrs. Brent could contrive to put up my books in boxes,
      and lodge them in some safe place, and you keep my papers of importance.
      But I must rise, I tell you.&mdash;At night. So I visited and dined as I
      told you, and what of that? We have let Guiscard be buried at last, after
      showing him pickled in a trough this fortnight for twopence apiece: and
      the fellow that showed would point to his body, and, "See, gentlemen, this
      is the wound that was given him by his Grace the Duke of Ormond; and this
      is the wound," etc., and then the show was over, and another set of rabble
      came in. 'Tis hard our laws would not suffer us to hang his body in
      chains, because he was not tried; and in the eye of our law every man is
      innocent till then.&mdash;Mr. Harley is still very weak, and never out of
      bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. This was a most delicious day; and my shin being past danger, I walked
      like lightning above two hours in the Park. We have generally one fair
      day, and then a great deal of rain for three or four days together. All
      things are at a stop in Parliament for want of Mr. Harley; they cannot
      stir an inch without him in their most material affairs: and we fear, by
      the caprice of Radcliffe, who will admit none but his own surgeon,(6) he
      has not been well looked after. I dined at an alehouse with Mr. Lewis, but
      had his wine. Don't you begin to see the flowers and blossoms of the
      field? How busy should I be now at Laracor! No news of your box? I hope
      you have it, and are this minute drinking the chocolate, and that the
      smell of the Brazil tobacco has not affected it. I would be glad to know
      whether you like it, because I would send you more by people that are now
      every day thinking of going to Ireland; therefore pray tell me, and tell
      me soon: and I will have the strong box.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. A rainy, wretched, scurvy day from morning till night: and my
      neighbour Vanhomrigh invited me to dine with them and this evening I
      passed at Mr. Prior's with Dr. Freind; and 'tis now past twelve, so I must
      go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Morning. O, faith, you're an impudent saucy couple of sluttikins for
      presuming to write so soon, said I to myself this morning; who knows but
      there may be a letter from MD at the Coffee-house? Well, you must know,
      and so, I just now sent Patrick, and he brought me three letters, but not
      one from MD, no indeed, for I read all the superscriptions; and not one
      from MD. One I opened, it was from the Archbishop;(7) t'other I opened, it
      was from Staunton;(8) the third I took, and looked at the hand. Whose hand
      is this? says I; yes, says I, whose hand is this? Then there was wax
      between the folds; then I began to suspect; then I peeped; faith, it was
      Walls's hand after all: then I opened it in a rage, and then it was little
      MD's hand, dear, little, pretty, charming MD's sweet hand again. O Lord,
      an't here a clutter and a stir, and a bustle? never saw the like. Faith, I
      believe yours lay some days at the post-office, and that it came before my
      eighteenth went, but that I did not expect it, and I hardly ever go there.
      Well, and so you think I'll answer this letter now; no, faith, and so I
      won't. I'll make you wait, young women; but I'll inquire immediately about
      poor Dingley's exchequer trangum.(9) What, is that Vedel again a soldier?
      was he broke? I'll put it in Ben Tooke's hand. I hope Vedel could not sell
      it.&mdash;At night. Vedel, Vedel, poh, pox, I think it is Vedeau;(10) ay,
      Vedeau, now I have it; let me see, do you name him in yours? Yes, Mr. John
      Vedeau is the brother; but where does this brother live? I'll inquire.
      This was a fast-day for the public; so I dined late with Sir Matthew
      Dudley, whom I have not been with a great while. He is one of those that
      must lose his employment whenever the great shake comes; and I can't
      contribute to keep him in, though I have dropped words in his favour to
      the Ministry; but he is too violent a Whig, and friend to the Lord
      Treasurer,(11) to stay in. 'Tis odd to think how long they let those
      people keep their places; but the reason is, they have not enough to
      satisfy all expecters, and so they keep them all in hopes, that they may
      be good boys in the meantime; and thus the old ones hold in still. The
      Comptroller(12) told me that there are eight people expect his staff. I
      walked after dinner to-day round the Park. What, do I write politics to
      little young women? Hold your tongue, and go to your Dean's.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Morning. If this be a fine day, I will walk into the City, and see
      Charles Barnard's library. What care I for your letter, saucy N.12? I will
      say nothing to it yet: faith, I believe this will be full before its time,
      and then go it must. I will always write once a fortnight; and if it goes
      sooner by filling sooner, why, then there is so much clear gain. Morrow,
      morrow, rogues and lasses both, I can't lie scribbling here in bed for
      your play; I must rise, and so morrow again.&mdash;At night. Your friend
      Montgomery and his sister are here, as I am told by Patrick. I have seen
      him often, but take no notice of him: he is grown very ugly and pimpled.
      They tell me he is a gamester, and wins money.&mdash;How could I help it,
      pray? Patrick snuffed the candle too short, and the grease ran down upon
      the paper.(13) It an't my fault, 'tis Patrick's fault; pray now don't
      blame Presto. I walked today in the City, and dined at a private house,
      and went to see the auction of poor Charles Barnard's books; they were in
      the middle of the physic books, so I bought none; and they are so dear, I
      believe I shall buy none, and there is an end; and go to Stoyte's, and
      I'll go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. Morning. This is Good Friday, you must know; and I must rise and go to
      Mr. Secretary about some business, and Mrs. Vanhomrigh desires me to
      breakfast with her, because she is to intercede for Patrick, who is so
      often drunk and quarrelsome in the house, that I was resolved to send him
      over; but he knows all the places where I send, and is so used to my ways,
      that it would be inconvenient to me; but when I come to Ireland, I will
      discharge him.(14) Sir Thomas Mansel,(15) one of the Lords of the
      Treasury, setting me down at my door to-day, saw Patrick, and swore he was
      a Teague-lander.(16) I am so used to his face, I never observed it, but
      thought him a pretty fellow. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I supped this
      fast-day with Mrs. Vanhomrigh. We were afraid Mr. Harley's wound would
      turn to a fistula; but we think the danger is now past. He rises every
      day, and walks about his room, and we hope he will be out in a fortnight.
      Prior showed me a handsome paper of verses he has writ on Mr. Harley's
      accident:(17) they are not out; I will send them to you, if he will give
      me a copy.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. Morning. What shall we do to make April fools this year, now it
      happens on Sunday? Patrick brings word that Mr. Harley still mends, and is
      up every day. I design to see him in a few days: and he brings me word too
      that he has found out Vedeau's brother's shop: I shall call there in a day
      or two. It seems the wife lodges next door to the brother. I doubt the
      scoundrel was broke, and got a commission, or perhaps is a volunteer
      gentleman, and expects to get one by his valour. Morrow, sirrahs, let me
      rise.&mdash;At night. I dined to-day with Sir Thomas Mansel. We were
      walking in the Park, and Mr. Lewis came to us. Mansel asked where we
      dined. We said, "Together." He said, we should dine with him, only his
      wife(18) desired him to bring nobody, because she had only a leg of
      mutton. I said I would dine with him to choose; but he would send a
      servant to order a plate or two: yet this man has ten thousand pounds a
      year in land, and is a Lord of the Treasury, and is not covetous neither,
      but runs out merely by slattering(19) and negligence. The worst dinner I
      ever saw at the Dean's was better: but so it is with abundance of people
      here. I called at night at Mr. Harley's, who begins to walk in his room
      with a stick, but is mighty weak.&mdash;See how much I have lost with that
      ugly grease.(20) 'Tis your fault, pray; and I'll go to bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      April 1. The Duke of Buckingham's house fell down last night with an
      earthquake, and is half swallowed up; won't you go and see it?&mdash;An
      April fool, an April fool, oh ho, young women. Well, don't be angry. I
      will make you an April fool no more till the next time; we had no sport
      here, because it is Sunday, and Easter Sunday. I dined with the Secretary,
      who seemed terribly down and melancholy, which Mr. Prior and Lewis
      observed as well as I: perhaps something is gone wrong; perhaps there is
      nothing in it. God bless my own dearest MD, and all is well.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. We have such windy weather, 'tis troublesome walking, yet all the
      rabble have got into our Park these Easter holidays. I am plagued with one
      Richardson, an Irish parson, and his project of printing Irish Bibles,
      etc., to make you Christians in that country: I befriend him what I can,
      on account of the Archbishop and Bishop of Clogher.&mdash;But what
      business have I to meddle, etc. Do not you remember that, sirrah Stella?
      what was that about, when you thought I was meddling with something that
      was not my business? O, faith, you are an impudent slut, I remember your
      doings, I'll never forget you as long as I live. Lewis and I dined
      together at his lodgings. But where's the answer to this letter of MD's?
      O, faith, Presto, you must think of that. Time enough, says saucy Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I was this morning to see Mrs. Barton: I love her better than anybody
      here, and see her seldomer. Why, really now, so it often happens in the
      world, that where one loves a body best&mdash;pshah, pshah, you are so
      silly with your moral observations. Well, but she told me a very good
      story. An old gentlewoman died here two months ago, and left in her will,
      to have eight men and eight maids bearers, who should have two guineas
      apiece, ten guineas to the parson for a sermon, and two guineas to the
      clerk. But bearers, parson, and clerk must be all true virgins; and not to
      be admitted till they took their oaths of virginity: so the poor woman
      still lies unburied, and so must do till the general resurrection.&mdash;I
      called at Mr. Secretary's, to see what the D&mdash;&mdash; ailed him on
      Sunday. I made him a very proper speech; told him I observed he was much
      out of temper; that I did not expect he would tell me the cause, but would
      be glad to see he was in better; and one thing I warned him of, never to
      appear cold to me, for I would not be treated like a schoolboy; that I had
      felt too much of that in my life already (meaning from Sir William
      Temple); that I expected every great Minister who honoured me with his
      acquaintance, if he heard or saw anything to my disadvantage, would let me
      know it in plain words, and not put me in pain to guess by the change or
      coldness of his countenance or behaviour; for it was what I would hardly
      bear from a crowned head, and I thought no subject's favour was worth it;
      and that I designed to let my Lord Keeper(21) and Mr. Harley know the same
      thing, that they might use me accordingly. He took all right; said I had
      reason; vowed nothing ailed him but sitting up whole nights at business,
      and one night at drinking; would have had me dine with him and Mrs.
      Masham's brother, to make up matters; but I would not. I don't know, but I
      would not. But indeed I was engaged with my old friend Rollinson;(22) you
      never heard of him before.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I sometimes look a line or two back, and see plaguy mistakes of the
      pen; how do you get over them? You are puzzled sometimes. Why, I think
      what I said to Mr. Secretary was right. Don't you remember how I used to
      be in pain when Sir William Temple would look cold and out of humour for
      three or four days, and I used to suspect a hundred reasons? I have
      plucked up my spirit since then, faith; he spoilt a fine gentleman. I
      dined with my neighbour Vanhomrigh, and MD, poor MD, at home on a loin of
      mutton and half a pint of wine, and the mutton was raw, poor Stella could
      not eat, poor dear rogue, and Dingley was so vexed; but we will dine at
      Stoyte's to-morrow. Mr. Harley promised to see me in a day or two, so I
      called this evening; but his son and others were abroad, and he asleep, so
      I came away, and found out Mrs. Vedeau. She drew out a letter from
      Dingley, and said she would get a friend to receive the money. I told her
      I would employ Mr. Tooke in it henceforward. Her husband bought a
      lieutenancy of foot, and is gone to Portugal. He sold his share of the
      shop to his brother, and put out the money to maintain her, all but what
      bought the commission. She lodges within two doors of her brother. She
      told me it made her very melancholy to change her manner of life thus, but
      trade was dead, etc. She says she will write to you soon. I design to
      engage Ben Tooke, and then receive the parchment from her.&mdash;I gave
      Mr. Dopping a copy of Prior's verses on Mr. Harley; he sent them yesterday
      to Ireland, so go look for them, for I won't be at the trouble to
      transcribe them here. They will be printed in a day or two. Give my hearty
      service to Stoyte and Catherine: upon my word I love them dearly, and
      desire you will tell them so: pray desire Goody Stoyte not to let Mrs.
      Walls and Mrs. Johnson cheat her of her money at ombre, but assure her
      from me that she is a bungler. Dine with her to-day, and tell her so, and
      drink my health, and good voyage, and speedy return, and so you're a
      rogue.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Morning. Now let us proceed to examine a saucy letter from one Madam
      MD.&mdash;God Almighty bless poor dear Stella, and send her a great many
      birthdays, all happy, and healthy, and wealthy, and with me ever together,
      and never asunder again, unless by chance. When I find you are happy or
      merry there, it makes me so here, and I can hardly imagine you absent when
      I am reading your letter, or writing to you. No, faith, you are just here
      upon this little paper, and therefore I see and talk with you every
      evening constantly, and sometimes in the morning, but not always in the
      morning, because that is not so modest to young ladies.&mdash;What, you
      would fain palm a letter on me more than you sent: and I, like a fool,
      must look over all yours, to see whether this was really N.12, or more.
      (Patrick has this moment brought me letters from the Bishop of Clogher and
      Parvisol; my heart was at my mouth for fear of one from MD; what a
      disgrace would it be to have two of yours to answer together! But, faith,
      this shall go to-night, for fear; and then come when it will, I defy it.)
      No, you are not naughty at all, write when you are disposed. And so the
      Dean told you the story of Mr. Harley from the Archbishop; I warrant it
      never spoiled your supper, or broke off your game. Nor yet, have not you
      the box? I wish Mrs. Edgworth had the &mdash;&mdash;-. But you have it
      now, I suppose; and is the chocolate good, or has the tobacco spoilt it?
      Leigh stays till Sterne has done his business, no longer; and when that
      will be, God knows: I befriend him as much as I can, but Harley's accident
      stops that as well as all things else. You guess, Madam Dingley, that I
      shall stay a round twelvemonth; as hope saved, I would come over, if I
      could, this minute; but we will talk of that by and by. Your affair of
      Vedeau I have told you of already; now to the next, turn over the leaf.
      Mrs. Dobbins lies, I have no more provision here or in Ireland than I had.
      I am pleased that Stella the conjurer approves what I did with Mr.
      Harley;(23) but your generosity makes me mad; I know you repine inwardly
      at Presto's absence; you think he has broken his word of coming in three
      months, and that this is always his trick; and now Stella says she does
      not see possibly how I can come away in haste, and that MD is satisfied,
      etc. An't you a rogue to overpower me thus? I did not expect to find such
      friends as I have done. They may indeed deceive me too. But there are
      important reasons (Pox on this grease, this candle tallow!) why they
      should not.(24) I have been used barbarously by the late Ministry; I am a
      little piqued in honour to let people see I am not to be despised. The
      assurances they give me, without any scruple or provocation, are such as
      are usually believed in the world; they may come to nothing, but the first
      opportunity that offers, and is neglected, I shall depend no more, but
      come away. I could say a thousand things on this head, if I were with you.
      I am thinking why Stella should not go to the Bath, if she be told it will
      do her good. I will make Parvisol get up fifty pounds, and pay it you; and
      you may be good housewives, and live cheap there some months, and return
      in autumn, or visit London, as you please: pray think of it. I writ to
      Bernage, directed to Curry's; I wish he had the letter. I will send the
      bohea tea, if I can. The Bishop of Kilmore,(25) I don't keep such company;
      an old dying fool whom I never was with in my life. So I am no
      godfather;(26) all the better. Pray, Stella, explain those two words of
      yours to me, what you mean by VILLIAN and DAINGER;(27) and you, Madam
      Dingley, what is CHRISTIANING?&mdash;Lay your letter THIS WAY, THIS WAY,
      and the devil a bit of difference between this way and the other way. No;
      I will show you, lay them THIS WAY, THIS WAY, and not THAT WAY, THAT
      WAY.(28)&mdash;You shall have your aprons; and I will put all your
      commissions as they come, in a paper together, and do not think I will
      forget MD's orders, because they are friends; I will be as careful as if
      they were strangers. I knew not what to do about this Clements.(29) Walls
      will not let me say anything as if Mr. Pratt was against him; and now the
      Bishop of Clogher has written to me in his behalf. This thing does not
      rightly fall in my way, and that people never consider: I always give my
      good offices where they are proper, and that I am judge of; however, I
      will do what I can. But, if he has the name of a Whig, it will be hard,
      considering my Lord Anglesea and Hyde(30) are very much otherwise, and you
      know they have the employment of Deputy Treasurer. If the frolic should
      take you of going to the Bath, I here send you a note on Parvisol; if not,
      you may tear it, and there's an end. Farewell.
    </p>
    <p>
      If you have an imagination that the Bath will do you good, I say again, I
      would have you go; if not, or it be inconvenient, burn this note. Or, if
      you would go, and not take so much money, take thirty pounds, and I will
      return you twenty from hence. Do as you please, sirrahs. I suppose it will
      not be too late for the first season; if it be, I would have you resolve
      however to go the second season, if the doctors say it will do you good,
      and you fancy so.
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      LONDON, April 5, 1711.
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    <p>
      I put my nineteenth in the post-office just now myself, as I came out of
      the City, where I dined. This rain ruins me in coach-hire; I walked away
      sixpennyworth, and came within a shilling length, and then took a
      coach,(1) and got a lift back for nothing; and am now busy.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Mr. Secretary desired I would see him this morning; said he had several
      things to say to me, and said not one; and the Duke of Ormond sent to
      desire I would meet him at Mr. Southwell's by ten this morning too, which
      I did, thinking it was some particular matter. All the Irish in town were
      there, to consult upon preventing a Bill for laying a duty on Irish yarn;
      so we talked a while, and then all went to the lobby of the House of
      Commons, to solicit our friends, and the Duke came among the rest; and
      Lord Anglesea solicited admirably, and I did wonders. But, after all, the
      matter was put off till Monday, and then we are to be at it again. I dined
      with Lord Mountjoy, and looked over him at chess, which put me in mind of
      Stella and Griffyth.(2) I came home, and that dog Patrick was not within;
      so I fretted, and fretted, and what good did that do me?
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     You couple of queans.
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      I cannot find rhyme to Walls and Stoyte.&mdash;Yes, yes,
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     Be dressed when she calls,
     To carry you to Stoyte,
     Or else HONI SOIT.
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    <p>
      Henley told me that the Tories were insup-port-able people, because they
      are for bringing in French claret, and will not SUP-PORT. Mr. Harley will
      hardly get abroad this week or ten days yet. I reckon, when I send away
      this letter, he will be just got into the House of Commons. My last letter
      went in twelve days, and so perhaps may this. No it won't, for those
      letters that go under a fortnight are answers to one of yours, otherwise
      you must take the days as they happen, some dry, some wet, some barren,
      some fruitful, some merry, some insipid; some, etc.&mdash;I will write you
      word exactly the first day I see young gooseberries, and pray observe how
      much later you are. We have not had five fine days this five weeks, but
      rain or wind. 'Tis a late spring they say here.&mdash;Go to bed, you two
      dear saucy brats, and don't keep me up all night.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Ford has been at Epsom, to avoid Good Friday and Easter Sunday. He
      forced me to-day to dine with him; and tells me there are letters from
      Ireland, giving an account of a great indiscretion in the Archbishop of
      Dublin, who applied a story out of Tacitus very reflectingly on Mr.
      Harley, and that twenty people have written of it; I do not believe it
      yet.(3) I called this evening to see Mr. Secretary, who has been very ill
      with the gravel and pain in his back, by burgundy and champagne, added to
      the sitting up all night at business; I found him drinking tea while the
      rest were at champagne, and was very glad of it. I have chid him so
      severely that I hardly knew whether he would take it well: then I went and
      sat an hour with Mrs. St. John, who is growing a great favourite of mine;
      she goes to the Bath on Wednesday, for she is much out of health, and has
      begged me to take care of the Secretary.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I dined to-day with Mr. Secretary St. John; he gave me a letter to
      read, which was from the publisher of the newspaper called the Postboy;(4)
      in it there was a long copy of a letter from Dublin, giving an account of
      what the Whigs said upon Mr. Harley's being stabbed, and how much they
      abuse him and Mr. Secretary St. John; and at the end there were half a
      dozen lines, telling the story of the Archbishop of Dublin, and abusing
      him horribly; this was to be printed on Tuesday. I told the Secretary I
      would not suffer that about the Archbishop to be printed, and so I crossed
      it out; and afterwards, to prevent all danger, I made him give me the
      letter, and, upon further thought, would let none of it be published: and
      I sent for the printer, and told him so, and ordered him, in the
      Secretary's name, to print nothing reflecting on anybody in Ireland till
      he had showed it me. Thus I have prevented a terrible scandal to the
      Archbishop, by a piece of perfect good fortune. I will let him know it by
      next post; and pray, if you pick it out, let me know, and whether he is
      thankful for it; but say nothing.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I was to-day at the House of Commons again about their yarn, at Lord
      Anglesea's desire; but the business is again put off till Monday. I dined
      with Sir John Stanley, by an assignation I had made with Mr. St. John, and
      George Granville, the Secretary at War; but they let in other company,
      some ladies, and so we were not so easy as I intended. My head is pretty
      tolerable, but every day I feel some little disorders; I have left off
      snuff since Sunday, finding myself much worse after taking a good deal at
      the Secretary's. I would not let him drink one drop of champagne or
      burgundy without water, and in compliment I did so myself. He is much
      better; but when he is well, he is like Stella, and will not be governed.
      So go to your Stoyte's, and I'll go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I have been visiting Lady Worsley and Mrs. Barton today, and dined
      soberly with my friend Lewis. The Dauphin is dead of an apoplexy; I wish
      he had lived till the finishing of this letter, that it might be news to
      you. Duncombe,(5) the rich alderman, died to-day, and I hear has left the
      Duke of Argyle, who married his niece, two hundred thousand pounds; I hope
      it is true, for I love that Duke mightily. I writ this evening to the
      Archbishop of Dublin, about what I told you; and then went to take leave
      of poor Mrs. St. John, who gave me strict charge to take care of the
      Secretary in her absence; said she had none to trust but me; and the poor
      creature's tears came fresh in her eyes. Before we took leave, I was drawn
      in by the other ladies and Sir John Stanley to raffle for a fan, with a
      pox; it was four guineas, and we put in seven shillings apiece, several
      raffling for absent people; but I lost, and so missed an opportunity of
      showing my gallantry to Mrs. St. John, whom I designed to have presented
      it to if I had won. Is Dilly(6) gone to the Bath? His face will whizz in
      the water; I suppose he will write to us from thence, and will take London
      in his way back.&mdash;The rabble will say, "There goes a drunken parson";
      and, which is worse, they will say true. Oh, but you must know I carried
      Ford to dine with Mr. St. John last Sunday, that he may brag, when he goes
      back, of dining with a Secretary of State. The Secretary and I went away
      early, and left him drinking with the rest, and he told me that two or
      three of them were drunk. They talk of great promotions to be made; that
      Mr. Harley is to be Lord Treasurer, and Lord Poulett(7) Master of the
      Horse, etc., but they are only conjecture. The Speaker is to make Mr.
      Harley a compliment the first time he comes into the House, which I hope
      will be in a week. He has had an ill surgeon, by the caprice of that puppy
      Dr. Radcliffe, which has kept him back so long; and yesterday he got a
      cold, but is better to-day.&mdash;What! I think I am stark mad, to write
      so much in one day to little saucy MD; here is a deal of stuff, indeed!
      can't you bid those little dear rogues good-night, and let them go sleep,
      Mr. Presto? When your tongue runs there's no ho with you, pray.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Again at the lobby (like a lobcock)(8) of the House of Commons, about
      your Irish yarn, and again put off till Friday; and I and Patrick went
      into the City by water, where I dined, and then I went to the auction of
      Charles Barnard's books; but the good ones were so monstrous dear, I could
      not reach them, so I laid out one pound seven shillings but very
      indifferently, and came away, and will go there no more. Henley would fain
      engage me to go with Steele and Rowe, etc., to an invitation at Sir
      William Read's.(9) Surely you have heard of him. He has been a mountebank,
      and is the Queen's oculist; he makes admirable punch, and treats you in
      gold vessels. But I am engaged, and will not go, neither indeed am I fond
      of the jaunt. So good-night, and go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I went about noon to the Secretary, who is very ill with a cold, and
      sometimes of the gravel, with his champagne, etc. I scolded him like a
      dog, and he promises faithfully more care for the future. To-day my Lord
      Anglesea, and Sir Thomas Hammer, and Prior, and I dined, by appointment,
      with Lieutenant-General Webb.(10) My lord and I stayed till ten o'clock;
      but we drank soberly, and I always with water. There was with us one Mr.
      Campain,(11) one of the October Club, if you know what that is; a Club of
      country members, who think the Ministers are too backward in punishing and
      turning out the Whigs. I found my lord and the rest thought I had more
      credit with the Ministry than I pretend to have, and would have engaged me
      to put them upon something that would satisfy their desires, and indeed I
      think they have some reason to complain; however, I will not burn my
      fingers. I will remember Stella's chiding, "What had you to do with what
      did not belong to you?" etc. However, you will give me leave to tell the
      Ministry my thoughts when they ask them, and other people's thoughts
      sometimes when they do not ask; so thinks Dingley.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I called this morning at Mrs. Vedeau's again, who has employed a
      friend to get the money; it will be done in a fortnight, and then she will
      deliver me up the parchment. I went then to see Mr. Harley, who I hope
      will be out in a few days; he was in excellent good humour, only
      complained to me of the neglect of Guiscard's cure, how glad he would have
      been to have had him live. Mr. Secretary came in to us, and we were very
      merry till Lord Chamberlain (Duke of Shrewsbury)(12) came up; then Colonel
      Masham and I went off, after I had been presented to the Duke, and that we
      made two or three silly compliments suitable to the occasion. Then I
      attended at the House of Commons about your yarn, and it is again put off.
      Then Ford drew me to dine at a tavern; it happened to be the day and the
      house where the October Club dine. After we had dined, coming down we
      called to inquire whether our yarn business had been over that day, and I
      sent into the room for Sir George Beaumont.(13) But I had like to be drawn
      into a difficulty; for in two minutes out comes Mr. Finch,(14) Lord
      Guernsey's son, to let me know that my Lord Compton,(15) the steward of
      this feast, desired, in the name of the Club, that I would do them the
      honour to dine with them. I sent my excuses, adorned with about thirty
      compliments, and got off as fast as I could. It would have been a most
      improper thing for me to dine there, considering my friendship with the
      Ministry. The Club is about a hundred and fifty, and near eighty of them
      were then going to dinner at two long tables in a great ground-room. At
      evening I went to the auction of Barnard's books, and laid out three
      pounds three shillings, but I'll go there no more; and so I said once
      before, but now I'll keep to it. I forgot to tell that when I dined at
      Webb's with Lord Anglesea, I spoke to him of Clements, as one recommended
      for a very honest gentleman and good officer, and hoped he would keep him.
      He said he had not thought otherwise, and that he should certainly hold
      his place while he continued to deserve it; and I could not find there had
      been any intentions from his lordship against him. But I tell you, hunny,
      the impropriety of this. A great man will do a favour for me, or for my
      friend; but why should he do it for my friend's friend? Recommendations
      should stop before they come to that. Let any friend of mine recommend one
      of his to me for a thing in my power, I will do it for his sake; but to
      speak to another for my friend's friend is against all reason; and I
      desire you will understand this, and discourage any such troubles given
      me.&mdash;I hope this may do some good to Clements, it can do him no hurt;
      and I find by Mrs. Pratt,(16) that her husband is his friend; and the
      Bishop of Clogher says Clements's danger is not from Pratt, but from some
      other enemies, that think him a Whig.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. I was so busy this morning that I did not go out till late. I writ
      to-day to the Duke of Argyle, but said nothing of Bernage, who, I believe,
      will not see him till Spain is conquered, and that is, not at all. I was
      to-day at Lord Shelburne's, and spoke to Mrs. Pratt again about Clements;
      her husband himself wants some good offices, and I have done him very good
      ones lately, and told Mrs. Pratt I expected her husband should stand by
      Clements in return. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined with neighbour
      Vanhomrigh; he is mighty ill of an asthma, and apprehends himself in much
      danger; 'tis his own fault, that will rake and drink, when he is but just
      crawled out of his grave. I will send this letter just now, because I
      think my half-year is out for my lodging; and, if you please, I would be
      glad it were paid off, and some deal boxes made for my books, and kept in
      some safe place. I would give something for their keeping: but I doubt
      that lodging will not serve me when I come back; I would have a larger
      place for books, and a stable, if possible. So pray be so kind to pay the
      lodging, and all accounts about it; and get Mrs. Brent to put up my
      things. I would have no books put in that trunk where my papers are. If
      you do not think of going to the Bath, I here send you a bill on Parvisol
      for twenty pounds Irish, out of which you will pay for the lodging, and
      score the rest to me. Do as you please, and love poor Presto, that loves
      MD better than his life a thousand millions of times. Farewell, MD, etc.
      etc.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 21.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, April 14, 1711.
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    <p>
      Remember, sirrahs, that there are but nine days between the dates of my
      two former letters. I sent away my twentieth this moment, and now am
      writing on like a fish, as if nothing was done. But there was a cause for
      my hasting away the last, for fear it should not come time enough before a
      new quarter began. I told you where I dined to-day; but forgot to tell you
      what I believe, that Mr. Harley will be Lord Treasurer in a short time,
      and other great removes and promotions made. This is my thought, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I was this morning with Mr. Secretary, and he is grown pretty well. I
      dined with him to-day, and drank some of that wine which the Duke of
      Tuscany used to send to Sir William Temple:(1) he always sends some to the
      chief Ministers. I liked it mightily, but he does not; and he ordered his
      butler to send me a chest of it to-morrow. Would to God MD had it! The
      Queen is well again, and was at chapel to-day, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I went with Ford into the City to-day, and dined with Stratford, and
      drank Tokay, and then we went to the auction; but I did not lay out above
      twelve shillings. My head is a little out of order to-night, though no
      formal fit. My Lord Keeper has sent to invite me to dinner to-morrow, and
      you'll dine better with the Dean; and God bless you. I forgot to tell you
      that yesterday was sent me a Narrative printed, with all the circumstances
      of Mr. Harley's stabbing. I had not time to do it myself; so I sent my
      hints to the author of the Atalantis,(2) and she has cooked it into a
      sixpenny pamphlet, in her own style, only the first page is left as I was
      beginning it. But I was afraid of disobliging Mr. Harley or Mr. St. John
      in one critical point about it, and so would not do it myself. It is worth
      your reading, for the circumstances are all true. My chest of Florence was
      sent me this morning, and cost me seven and sixpence to two servants. I
      would give two guineas you had it, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I was so out of order with my head this morning, that I was going to
      send my excuses to my Lord Keeper; but however I got up at eleven, and
      walked there after two, and stayed till eight. There was Sir Thomas
      Mansel, Prior, George Granville, and Mr. Caesar,(3) and we were very
      merry. My head is still wrong, but I have had no formal fit, only I totter
      a little. I have left off snuff altogether. I have a noble roll of tobacco
      for grating, very good. Shall I send it to MD, if she likes that sort? My
      Lord Keeper and our this day's company are to dine on Saturday with George
      Granville, and to-morrow I dine with Lord Anglesea.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. Did you ever see such a blundering goosecap as Presto? I saw the
      number 21 at top, and so I went on as if it were the day of the month,
      whereas this is but Wednesday the 18th. How shall I do to blot and alter
      them? I have made a shift to do it behind, but it is a great botch. I
      dined with Lord Anglesea to-day, but did not go to the House of Commons
      about the yarn; my head was not well enough. I know not what is the
      matter; it has never been thus before: two days together giddy from
      morning till night, but not with any violence or pain; and I totter a
      little, but can make shift to walk. I doubt I must fall to my pills again:
      I think of going into the country a little way. I tell you what you must
      do henceforward: you must enclose your letter in a fair half-sheet of
      paper, and direct the outside "To Erasmus Lewis, Esquire, at my Lord
      Dartmouth's office at Whitehall": for I never go to the Coffee-house, and
      they will grudge to take in my letters. I forgot to tell you that your
      mother was to see me this morning, and brought me a flask of sweet-water
      for a present, admirable for my head; but I shall not smell to it. She is
      going to Sheen, with Lady Giffard: she would fain send your papers over to
      you, or give them to me. Say what you would have done, and it shall be
      done; because I love Stella, and she is a good daughter, they say, and so
      is Dingley.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. This morning General Webb was to give me a visit: he goes with a
      crutch and stick, yet was forced to come up two pair of stairs. I promised
      to dine with him, but afterwards sent my excuses, and dined privately in
      my friend Lewis's lodgings at Whitehall, with whom I had much business to
      talk of, relating to the public and myself. Little Harrison the Tatler
      goes to-morrow to the secretaryship I got him at the Hague, and Mr. St.
      John has made him a present of fifty guineas to bear his charges. An't I a
      good friend? Why are not you a young fellow, that I might prefer you? I
      had a letter from Bernage from Kinsale: he tells me his commission for
      captain-lieutenant was ready for him at his arrival: so there are two
      jackanapeses I have done with. My head is something better this evening,
      though not well.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. I was this morning with Mr. Secretary, whose packets were just come
      in, and among them a letter from Lord Peterborow to me: he writes so well,
      I have no mind to answer him, and so kind, that I must answer him. The
      Emperor's(4) death must, I think, cause great alterations in Europe, and,
      I believe, will hasten a peace. We reckon our King Charles will be chosen
      Emperor, and the Duke of Savoy set up for Spain; but I believe he will
      make nothing of it. Dr. Freind and I dined in the City at a printer's, and
      it has cost me two shillings in coach-hire, and a great deal more this
      week and month, which has been almost all rain, with now and then
      sunshine, and is the truest April that I have known these many years. The
      lime-trees in the Park are all out in leaves, though not large leaves yet.
      Wise people are going into the country; but many think the Parliament can
      hardly be up these six weeks. Mr. Harley was with the Queen on Tuesday. I
      believe certainly he will be Lord Treasurer: I have not seen him this
      week.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Morning. Lord Keeper, and I, and Prior, and Sir Thomas Mansel, have
      appointed to dine this day with George Granville. My head, I thank God, is
      better; but to be giddyish three or four days together mortified me. I
      take no snuff, and I will be very regular in eating little and the
      gentlest meats. How does poor Stella just now, with her deans and her
      Stoytes? Do they give you health for the money you lose at ombre, sirrah?
      What say you to that? Poor Dingley frets to see Stella lose that four and
      elevenpence, the other night. Let us rise. Morrow, sirrahs. I will rise,
      spite of your little teeth; good-morrow.&mdash;At night. O, faith, you are
      little dear saucyboxes. I was just going in the morning to tell you that I
      began to want a letter from MD, and in four minutes after Mr. Ford sends
      me one that he had picked up at St. James's Coffee-house; for I go to no
      coffee-house at all. And, faith, I was glad at heart to see it, and to see
      Stella so brisk. O Lord, what pretending? Well, but I will not answer it
      yet; I'll keep it for t'other side. Well, we dined to-day according to
      appointment: Lord Keeper went away at near eight, I at eight, and I
      believe the rest will be fairly fuddled; for young Harcourt,(5) Lord
      Keeper's son, began to prattle before I came away. It will not do with
      Prior's lean carcass. I drink little, miss my glass often, put water in my
      wine, and go away before the rest, which I take to be a good receipt for
      sobriety. Let us put it into rhyme, and so make a proverb&mdash;
    </p>
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     Drink little at a time;
     Put water with your wine;
     Miss your glass when you can;
     And go off the first man.
</pre>
    <p>
      God be thanked, I am much better than I was, though something of a
      totterer. I ate but little to-day, and of the gentlest meat. I refused ham
      and pigeons, pease-soup, stewed beef, cold salmon, because they were too
      strong. I take no snuff at all, but some herb snuff prescribed by Dr.
      Radcliffe.
    </p>
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     Go to your deans,
     You couple of queans.
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    <p>
      I believe I said that already. What care I? what cares Presto?
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Morning. I must rise and go to the Secretary's. Mr. Harley has been
      out of town this week to refresh himself before he comes into Parliament.
      Oh, but I must rise, so there is no more to be said; and so morrow,
      sirrahs both.&mdash;Night. I dined to-day with the Secretary, who has
      engaged me for every Sunday; and I was an hour with him this morning deep
      in politics, where I told him the objections of the October Club, and he
      answered all except one, that no inquiries are made into past
      mismanagement. But indeed I believe they are not yet able to make any: the
      late Ministry were too cunning in their rogueries, and fenced themselves
      with an Act of general pardon. I believe Mr. Harley must be Lord
      Treasurer; yet he makes one difficulty which is hard to answer: he must be
      made a lord, and his estate is not large enough, and he is too generous to
      make it larger; and if the Ministry should change soon by any accident, he
      will be left in the suds. Another difficulty is, that if he be made a
      peer, they will want him prodigiously in the House of Commons, of which he
      is the great mover, and after him the Secretary, and hardly any else of
      weight. Two shillings more to-day for coach and chair. I shall be ruined.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. So you expect an answer to your letter, do you so? Yes, yes, you shall
      have an answer, you shall, young women. I made a good pun on Saturday to
      my Lord Keeper. After dinner we had coarse Doiley napkins,(6) fringed at
      each end, upon the table, to drink with: my Lord Keeper spread one of them
      between him and Mr. Prior; I told him I was glad to see there was such a
      fringeship (friendship) between Mr. Prior and his lordship. Prior swore it
      was the worst he ever heard: I said I thought so too; but at the same time
      I thought it was most like one of Stella's that ever I heard. I dined
      to-day with Lord Mountjoy, and this evening saw the Venetian Ambassador(7)
      coming from his first public audience. His coach was the most monstrous,
      huge, fine, rich gilt thing that ever I saw. I loitered this evening, and
      came home late.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I was this morning to visit the Duchess of Ormond,(8) who has long
      desired it, or threatened she would not let me visit her daughters. I sat
      an hour with her, and we were good company, when in came the Countess of
      Bellamont,(9) with a pox. I went out, and we did not know one another; yet
      hearing me named, she asked, "What, is that Dr. Swift?" said she and I
      were very well acquainted, and fell a railing at me without mercy, as a
      lady told me that was there; yet I never was but once in the company of
      that drab of a Countess. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined with my
      neighbour Van. I design in two days, if possible, to go lodge at Chelsea
      for the air, and put myself under a necessity of walking to and from
      London every day. I writ this post to the Bishop of Clogher a long politic
      letter, to entertain him. I am to buy statues and harnese(10) for them,
      with a vengeance. I have packed and sealed up MD's twelve letters against
      I go to Chelsea. I have put the last commissions of MD in my account-book;
      but if there be any former ones, I have forgot them. I have Dingley's
      pocket-book down, and Stella's green silk apron, and the pound of tea;
      pray send me word if you have any other, and down they shall go. I will
      not answer your letter yet, saucy boxes. You are with the Dean just now,
      Madam Stella, losing your money. Why do not you name what number you have
      received? You say you have received my letters, but do not tell the
      number.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was this day dining in the City with very insignificant, low, and
      scurvy company. I had a letter from the Archbishop of Dublin, with a long
      denial of the report raised on him,(11) which yet has been since assured
      to me from those who say they have it from the first hand; but I cannot
      believe them. I will show it to the Secretary to-morrow. I will not answer
      yours till I get to Chelsea.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. Chelsea. I have sent two boxes of lumber to my friend Darteneuf's
      house, and my chest of Florence and other things to Mrs. Vanhomrigh, where
      I dined to-day. I was this morning with the Secretary, and showed him the
      Archbishop's letter, and convinced him of his Grace's innocence, and I
      will do the same to Mr. Harley. I got here in the stage-coach with Patrick
      and my portmanteau for sixpence, and pay six shillings a week for one
      silly room with confounded coarse sheets.(12) We have had such a horrible
      deal of rain, that there is no walking to London, and I must go as I came
      until it mends; and besides the whelp has taken my lodging as far from
      London as this town could afford, at least half a mile farther than he
      need; but I must be content. The best is, I lodge just over against Dr.
      Atterbury's house, and yet perhaps I shall not like the place the better
      for that. Well, I will stay till to-morrow before I answer your letter;
      and you must suppose me always writing at Chelsea from henceforward, till
      I alter, and say London. This letter goes on Saturday, which will be just
      a fortnight; so go and cheat Goody Stoyte, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Do you know that I fear my whole chest of Florence is turned sour, at
      least the two first flasks were so, and hardly drinkable. How plaguy
      unfortunate am I! and the Secretary's own is the best I ever tasted; and I
      must not tell him, but be as thankful as if it were the best in
      Christendom. I went to town in the sixpenny stage to-day; and hearing Mr.
      Harley was not at home, I went to see him, because I knew by the message
      of his lying porter that he was at home. He was very well, and just going
      out, but made me promise to dine with him; and betwixt that and indeed
      strolling about, I lost four pound seven shillings at play&mdash;with a&mdash;a&mdash;a&mdash;bookseller,
      and got but about half a dozen books.(13) I will buy no more books now,
      that's certain. Well, I dined at Mr. Harley's, came away at six, shifted
      my gown, cassock, and periwig, and walked hither to Chelsea, as I always
      design to do when it is fair. I am heartily sorry to find my friend the
      Secretary stand a little ticklish with the rest of the Ministry; there
      have been one or two disobliging things that have happened, too long to
      tell: and t'other day in Parliament, upon a debate of about thirty-five
      millions that have not been duly accounted for, Mr. Secretary, in his
      warmth of speech, and zeal for his friend Mr. Brydges,(14) on whom part of
      the blame was falling, said he did not know that either Mr. Brydges or the
      late Ministry were at all to blame in this matter; which was very
      desperately spoken, and giving up the whole cause: for the chief quarrel
      against the late Ministry was the ill management of the treasure, and was
      more than all the rest together. I had heard of this matter: but Mr.
      Foley(15) beginning to discourse to-day at table, without naming Mr. St.
      John, I turned to Mr. Harley, and said if the late Ministry were not to
      blame in that article, he (Mr. Harley) ought to lose his head for putting
      the Queen upon changing them. He made it a jest; but by some words
      dropped, I easily saw that they take things ill of Mr. St. John; and by
      some hints given me from another hand that I deal with, I am afraid the
      Secretary will not stand long. This is the fate of Courts. I will, if I
      meet Mr. St. John alone on Sunday, tell him my opinion, and beg him to set
      himself right, else the consequences may be very bad; for I see not how
      they can well want him neither, and he would make a troublesome enemy. But
      enough of politics.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Morning. I forgot to tell you that Mr. Harley asked me yesterday how
      he came to disoblige the Archbishop of Dublin. Upon which (having not his
      letter about me) I told him what the Bishop had written to me on that
      subject,(16) and desired I might read him the letter some other time. But
      after all, from what I have heard from other hands, I am afraid the
      Archbishop is a little guilty. Here is one Brent Spencer, a brother of Mr.
      Proby's,(17) who affirms it, and says he has leave to do so from Charles
      Dering,(18) who heard the words; and that Ingoldsby,(19) abused the
      Archbishop, etc. Well, but now for your saucy letter: I have no room to
      answer it; O yes, enough on t'other side. Are you no sicker? Stella jeers
      Presto for not coming over by Christmas; but indeed Stella does not jeer,
      but reproach, poor poor Presto. And how can I come away and the
      First-Fruits not finished? I am of opinion the Duke of Ormond will do
      nothing in them before he goes, which will be in a fortnight, they say;
      and then they must fall to me to be done in his absence. No, indeed, I
      have nothing to print: you know they have printed the Miscellanies(20)
      already. Are they on your side yet? If you have my snuff box, I will have
      your strong box. Hi, does Stella take snuff again? or is it only because
      it is a fine box? Not the Meddle, but the Medley,(21) you fool. Yes, yes,
      a wretched thing, because it is against you Tories: now I think it very
      fine, and the Examiner a wretched thing.&mdash;Twist your mouth, sirrah.
      Guiscard, and what you will read in the Narrative,(22) I ordered to be
      written, and nothing else. The Spectator is written by Steele, with
      Addison's help: it is often very pretty. Yesterday it was made of a noble
      hint I gave him long ago for his Tatlers, about an Indian supposed to
      write his Travels into England.(23) I repent he ever had it. I intended to
      have written a book on that subject. I believe he has spent it all in one
      paper, and all the under-hints there are mine too; but I never see him or
      Addison. The Queen is well, but I fear will be no long liver; for I am
      told she has sometimes the gout in her bowels (I hate the word bowels). My
      ears have been, these three months past, much better than any time these
      two years; but now they begin to be a little out of order again. My head
      is better, though not right; but I trust to air and walking. You have got
      my letter, but what number? I suppose 18. Well, my shin has been well this
      month. No, Mrs. Westley(24) came away without her husband's knowledge,
      while she was in the country: she has written to me for some tea. They
      lie; Mr. Harley's wound was very terrible: he had convulsions, and very
      narrowly escaped. The bruise was nine times worse than the wound: he is
      weak still. Well, Brooks married; I know all that. I am sorry for Mrs.
      Walls's eye: I hope 'tis better. O yes, you are great walkers: but I have
      heard them say, "Much talkers, little walkers": and I believe I may apply
      the old proverb to you&mdash;
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    <p>
      Yes, Stella shall have a large printed Bible: I have put it down among my
      commissions for MD. I am glad to hear you have taken the fancy of
      intending to read the Bible. Pox take the box; is not it come yet? This is
      trusting to your young fellows, young women; 'tis your fault: I thought
      you had such power with Sterne that he would fly over Mount Atlas to serve
      you. You say you are not splenetic; but if you be, faith, you will break
      poor Presto's&mdash;I will not say the rest; but I vow to God, if I could
      decently come over now, I would, and leave all schemes of politics and
      ambition for ever. I have not the opportunities here of preserving my
      health by riding, etc., that I have in Ireland; and the want of health is
      a great cooler of making one's court. You guess right about my being bit
      with a direction from Walls, and the letter from MD: I believe I described
      it in one of my last. This goes to-night; and I must now rise and walk to
      town, and walk back in the evening. God Almighty bless and preserve poor
      MD. Farewell.
    </p>
    <p>
      O, faith, don't think, saucy noses, that I'll fill this third side: I
      can't stay a letter above a fortnight: it must go then; and you would
      rather see a short one like this, than want it a week longer.
    </p>
    <p>
      My humble service to the Dean, and Mrs. Walls, and good, kind, hearty Mrs.
      Stoyte, and honest Catherine.
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      LETTER 22.
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      CHELSEA, April 28, 1711.
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    <p>
      At night. I say at night, because I finished my twenty-first this morning
      here, and put it into the post-office my own self, like a good boy. I
      think I am a little before you now, young women: I am writing my
      twenty-second, and have received your thirteenth. I got to town between
      twelve and one, and put on my new gown and periwig, and dined with Lord
      Abercorn, where I had not been since the marriage of his son Lord
      Peasley,(1) who has got ten thousand pounds with a wife. I am now a
      country gentleman. I walked home as I went, and am a little weary, and am
      got into bed: I hope in God the air and exercise will do me a little good.
      I have been inquiring about statues for Mrs. Ashe: I made Lady Abercorn(2)
      go with me; and will send them word next post to Clogher. I hate to buy
      for her: I am sure she will maunder. I am going to study.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I had a charming walk to and from town to-day: I washed, shaved and
      all, and changed gown and periwig, by half an hour after nine, and went to
      the Secretary, who told me how he had differed with his friends in
      Parliament: I apprehended this division, and told him a great deal of it.
      I went to Court, and there several mentioned it to me as what they much
      disliked. I dined with the Secretary; and we proposed doing some business
      of importance in the afternoon, which he broke to me first, and said how
      he and Mr. Harley were convinced of the necessity of it; yet he suffered
      one of his under-secretaries to come upon us after dinner, who stayed till
      six, and so nothing was done: and what care I? he shall send to me the
      next time, and ask twice. To-morrow I go to the election at Westminster
      School, where lads are chosen for the University: they say it is a sight,
      and a great trial of wits. Our Expedition Fleet is but just sailed: I
      believe it will come to nothing. Mr. Secretary frets at their tediousness,
      but hopes great things from it, though he owns four or five princes are in
      the secret; and, for that reason, I fear it is no secret to France. There
      are eight regiments; and the Admiral(3) is your Walker's brother the
      midwife.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. Morn. I am here in a pretty pickle: it rains hard; and the cunning
      natives of Chelsea have outwitted me, and taken up all the three stage
      coaches. What shall I do? I must go to town: this is your fault. I cannot
      walk: I will borrow a coat. This is the blind side of my lodging out of
      town; I must expect such inconveniences as these. Faith, I'll walk in the
      rain. Morrow.&mdash;At night. I got a gentleman's chaise by chance, and so
      went to town for a shilling, and lie this night in town. I was at the
      election of lads at Westminster to-day, and a very silly thing it is; but
      they say there will be fine doings to-morrow. I dined with Dr. Freind,(4)
      the second master of the school, with a dozen parsons and others: Prior
      would make me stay. Mr. Harley is to hear the election to-morrow; and we
      are all to dine with tickets, and hear fine speeches. 'Tis terrible rainy
      weather again: I lie at a friend's in the City.
    </p>
    <p>
      May 1. I wish you a merry May Day, and a thousand more. I was baulked at
      Westminster; I came too late: I heard no speeches nor verses. They would
      not let me in to their dining-place for want of a ticket; and I would not
      send in for one, because Mr. Harley excused his coming, and Atterbury was
      not there; and I cared not for the rest: and so my friend Lewis and I
      dined with Kitt Musgrave,(5) if you know such a man: and, the weather
      mending, I walked gravely home this evening; and so I design to walk and
      walk till I am well: I fancy myself a little better already. How does poor
      Stella? Dingley is well enough. Go, get you gone, naughty girl, you are
      well enough. O dear MD, contrive to have some share of the country this
      spring: go to Finglas, or Donnybrook, or Clogher, or Killala, or Lowth.
      Have you got your box yet? Yes, yes. Do not write to me again till this
      letter goes: I must make haste, that I may write two for one. Go to the
      Bath: I hope you are now at the Bath, if you had a mind to go; or go to
      Wexford: do something for your living. Have you given up my lodging,
      according to order? I have had just now a compliment from Dean Atterbury's
      lady,(6) to command the garden and library, and whatever the house
      affords. I lodge just over against them; but the Dean is in town with his
      Convocation: so I have my Dean and Prolocutor as well as you, young women,
      though he has not so good wine, nor so much meat.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. A fine day, but begins to grow a little warm; and that makes your
      little fat Presto sweat in the forehead. Pray, are not the fine buns sold
      here in our town; was it not Rrrrrrrrrare Chelsea buns?(7) I bought one
      to-day in my walk; it cost me a penny; it was stale, and I did not like
      it, as the man said, etc. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined at Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh's, and had a flask of my Florence, which lies in their cellar;
      and so I came home gravely, and saw nobody of consequence to-day. I am
      very easy here, nobody plaguing me in a morning; and Patrick saves many a
      score lies. I sent over to Mrs Atterbury to know whether I might wait on
      her; but she is gone a visiting: we have exchanged some compliments, but I
      have not seen her yet. We have no news in our town.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I did not go to town to-day, it was so terrible rainy; nor have I
      stirred out of my room till eight this evening, when I crossed the way to
      see Mrs. Atterbury, and thank her for her civilities. She would needs send
      me some veal, and small beer, and ale, to-day at dinner; and I have lived
      a scurvy, dull, splenetic day, for want of MD: I often thought how happy I
      could have been, had it rained eight thousand times more, if MD had been
      with a body. My Lord Rochester(8) is dead this morning; they say at one
      o'clock; and I hear he died suddenly. To-morrow I shall know more. He is a
      great loss to us: I cannot think who will succeed him as Lord President. I
      have been writing a long letter to Lord Peterborow, and am dull.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I dined to-day at Lord Shelburne's, where Lady Kerry(9) made me a
      present of four India handkerchiefs, which I have a mind to keep for
      little MD, only that I had rather, etc. I have been a mighty
      handkerchief-monger, and have bought abundance of snuff ones since I have
      left off taking snuff. And I am resolved, when I come over, MD shall be
      acquainted with Lady Kerry: we have struck up a mighty friendship; and she
      has much better sense than any other lady of your country. We are almost
      in love with one another: but she is most egregiously ugly; but perfectly
      well-bred, and governable as I please. I am resolved, when I come, to keep
      no company but MD: you know I kept my resolution last time; and, except
      Mr. Addison, conversed with none but you and your club of deans and
      Stoytes. 'Tis three weeks, young women, since I had a letter from you; and
      yet, methinks, I would not have another for five pounds till this is gone;
      and yet I send every day to the Coffee-house, and I would fain have a
      letter, and not have a letter: and I do not know what, nor I do not know
      how, and this goes on very slow; it is a week to-morrow since I began it.
      I am a poor country gentleman, and do not know how the world passes. Do
      you know that every syllable I write I hold my lips just for all the world
      as if I were talking in our own little language to MD? Faith, I am very
      silly; but I cannot help it for my life. I got home early to-night. My
      solicitors, that used to ply me every morning, knew not where to find me;
      and I am so happy not to hear "Patrick, Patrick," called a hundred times
      every morning. But I looked backward, and find I have said this before.
      What care I? Go to the Dean, and roast the oranges.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. I dined to-day with my friend Lewis, and we were deep in politics how
      to save the present Ministry; for I am afraid of Mr. Secretary, as I
      believe I told you. I went in the evening to see Mr. Harley; and, upon my
      word, I was in perfect joy. Mr. Secretary was just going out of the door;
      but I made him come back, and there was the old Saturday Club, Lord
      Keeper, Lord Rivers, Mr. Secretary, Mr. Harley, and I; the first time
      since his stabbing. Mr. Secretary went away; but I stayed till nine, and
      made Mr. Harley show me his breast, and tell all the story; and I showed
      him the Archbishop of Dublin's letter, and defended him effectually. We
      were all in mighty good humour. Lord Keeper and I left them together, and
      I walked here after nine two miles, and I found a parson drunk fighting
      with a seaman, and Patrick and I were so wise to part them, but the seaman
      followed him to Chelsea, cursing at him, and the parson slipped into a
      house, and I know no more. It mortified me to see a man in my coat so
      overtaken. A pretty scene for one that just came from sitting with the
      Prime Ministers! I had no money in my pocket, and so could not be robbed.
      However, nothing but Mr. Harley shall make me take such a journey again.
      We don't yet know who will be President in Lord Rochester's room. I
      measured, and found that the penknife would have killed Mr. Harley if it
      had gone but half the breadth of my thumb-nail lower, so near was he to
      death. I was so curious as to ask him what were his thoughts while they
      were carrying him home in the chair. He said he concluded himself a dead
      man. He will not allow that Guiscard gave him the second stab; though my
      Lord Keeper, who is blind, and I that was not there, are positive in it.
      He wears a plaster still as broad as half a crown. Smoke how wide the
      lines are, but, faith, I don't do it on purpose: but I have changed my
      side in this new Chelsea bed, and I do not know how, methinks, but it is
      so unfit, and so awkward, never saw the like.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. You must remember to enclose your letters in a fair paper, and direct
      the outside thus: "To Erasmus Lewis, Esq.; at my Lord Dartmouth's office
      at Whitehall." I said so before, but it may miscarry, you know, yet I
      think none of my letters did ever miscarry; faith, I think never one;
      among all the privateers and the storms. O, faith, my letters are too good
      to be lost. MD's letters may tarry, but never miscarry, as the old woman
      used to say. And indeed, how should they miscarry, when they never come
      before their time? It was a terrible rainy day; yet I made a shift to
      steal fair weather overhead enough to go and come in. I was early with the
      Secretary, and dined with him afterwards. In the morning I began to chide
      him, and tell him my fears of his proceedings. But Arthur Moore(10) came
      up and relieved him. But I forgot, for you never heard of Arthur Moore.
      But when I get Mr. Harley alone, I will know the bottom. You will have Dr.
      Raymond over before this letter, and what care you?
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I hope and believe my walks every day do me good. I was busy at home,
      and set out late this morning, and dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, at whose
      lodgings I always change my gown and periwig. I visited this afternoon,
      and among others, poor Biddy Floyd,(11) who is very red, but I believe
      won't be much marked. As I was coming home, I met Sir George Beaumont(12)
      in the Pall Mall, who would needs walk with me as far as Buckingham House.
      I was telling him of my head; he said he had been ill of the same
      disorder, and by all means forbid me bohea tea, which, he said, always
      gave it him; and that Dr. Radcliffe said it was very bad. Now I had
      observed the same thing, and have left it off this month, having found
      myself ill after it several times; and I mention it that Stella may
      consider it for her own poor little head: a pound lies ready packed up and
      directed for Mrs. Walls, to be sent by the first convenience. Mr.
      Secretary told me yesterday that Mr. Harley would this week be Lord
      Treasurer and a peer; so I expect it every day; yet perhaps it may not be
      till Parliament is up, which will be in a fortnight.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I was to-day with the Duke of Ormond, and recommended to him the care
      of poor Joe Beaumont, who promises me to do him all justice and favour,
      and give him encouragement; and desired I would give a memorial to Ned
      Southwell about it, which I will, and so tell Joe when you see him, though
      he knows it already by a letter I writ to Mr. Warburton.(13) It was bloody
      hot walking to-day. I dined in the City, and went and came by water; and
      it rained so this evening again, that I thought I should hardly be able to
      get a dry hour to walk home in. I will send to-morrow to the Coffee-house
      for a letter from MD; but I would not have one methinks till this is gone,
      as it shall on Saturday. I visited the Duchess of Ormond this morning; she
      does not go over with the Duke. I spoke to her to get a lad touched for
      the evil,(14) the son of a grocer in Capel Street, one Bell; the ladies
      have bought sugar and plums of him. Mrs. Mary used to go there often. This
      is Patrick's account; and the poor fellow has been here some months with
      his boy. But the Queen has not been able to touch, and it now grows so
      warm, I fear she will not at all. Go, go, go to the Dean's, and let him
      carry you to Donnybrook, and cut asparagus. Has Parvisol sent you any this
      year? I cannot sleep in the beginnings of the nights, the heat or
      something hinders me, and I am drowsy in the mornings.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Dr. Freind came this morning to visit Atterbury's lady and children as
      physician, and persuaded me to go with him to town in his chariot. He told
      me he had been an hour before with Sir Cholmley Dering, Charles Dering's
      nephew, and head of that family in Kent, for which he is Knight of the
      shire. He said he left him dying of a pistol-shot quite through the body,
      by one Mr. Thornhill.(15) They fought at sword and pistol this morning in
      Tuttle Fields,(16) their pistols so near that the muzzles touched.
      Thornhill discharged first; and Dering, having received the shot,
      discharged his pistol as he was falling, so it went into the air. The
      story of this quarrel is long. Thornhill had lost seven teeth by a kick in
      the mouth from Dering, who had first knocked him down; this was above a
      fortnight ago. Dering was next week to be married to a fine young lady.
      This makes a noise here, but you will not value it. Well, Mr. Harley, Lord
      Keeper, and one or two more, are to be made lords immediately; their
      patents are now passing, and I read the preamble to Mr. Harley's, full of
      his praises. Lewis and I dined with Ford: I found the wine; two flasks of
      my Florence, and two bottles of six that Dr. Raymond sent me of French
      wine; he sent it to me to drink with Sir Robert Raymond and Mr. Harley's
      brother,(17) whom I had introduced him to; but they never could find time
      to come; and now I have left the town, and it is too late. Raymond will
      think it a cheat. What care I, sirrah?
    </p>
    <p>
      10. Pshaw, pshaw. Patrick brought me four letters to-day: from Dilly at
      Bath; Joe; Parvisol; and what was the fourth, who can tell? Stand away,
      who'll guess? Who can it be? You old man with a stick, can you tell who
      the fourth is from? Iss, an please your honour, it is from one Madam MD,
      Number Fourteen. Well; but I can't send this away now, because it was
      here, and I was in town; but it shall go on Saturday, and this is Thursday
      night, and it will be time enough for Wexford. Take my method: I write
      here to Parvisol to lend Stella twenty pounds, and to take her note
      promissory to pay it in half a year, etc. You shall see, and if you want
      more, let me know afterwards; and be sure my money shall be always paid
      constantly too. Have you been good or ill housewives, pray?
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Joe has written me to get him a collector's place, nothing less; he
      says all the world knows of my great intimacy with Mr. Harley, and that
      the smallest word to him will do. This is the constant cant of puppies who
      are at a distance, and strangers to Courts and Ministers. My answer is
      this, which pray send: that I am ready to serve Joe as far as I can; that
      I have spoken to the Duke of Ormond about his money, as I writ to
      Warburton; that for the particular he mentions, it is a work of time,
      which I cannot think of at present; but, if accidents and opportunities
      should happen hereafter, I would not be wanting; that I know best how far
      my credit goes; that he is at a distance, and cannot judge; that I would
      be glad to do him good, and if fortune throws an opportunity in my way I
      shall not be wanting. This is my answer, which you may send or read to
      him. Pray contrive that Parvisol may not run away with my two hundred
      pounds; but get Burton's(18) note, and let the money be returned me by
      bill. Don't laugh, for I will be suspicious. Teach Parvisol to enclose,
      and direct the outside to Mr. Lewis. I will answer your letter in my next,
      only what I take notice of here excepted. I forgot to tell you that at the
      Court of Requests to-day I could not find a dinner I liked, and it grew
      late, and I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Morning. I will finish this letter before I go to town, because I
      shall be busy, and have neither time nor place there. Farewell, etc. etc.
    </p>
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      LETTER 23.
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      CHELSEA, May 12, 1711.
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    <p>
      I sent you my twenty-second this afternoon in town. I dined with Mr.
      Harley and the old Club, Lord Rivers, Lord Keeper, and Mr. Secretary. They
      rallied me last week, and said I must have Mr. St. John's leave; so I writ
      to him yesterday, that foreseeing I should never dine again with Sir Simon
      Harcourt, Knight, and Robert Harley, Esq., I was resolved to do it to-day.
      The jest is, that before Saturday(1) next we expect they will be lords;
      for Mr. Harley's patent is drawing, to be Earl of Oxford. Mr. Secretary
      and I came away at seven, and he brought me to our town's end in his
      coach; so I lost my walk. St. John read my letter to the company, which
      was all raillery, and passed purely.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. It rained all last night and this morning as heavy as lead; but I just
      got fair weather to walk to town before church. The roads are all over in
      deep puddle. The hay of our town is almost fit to be mowed. I went to
      Court after church (as I always do on Sundays), and then dined with Mr.
      Secretary, who has engaged me for every Sunday; and poor MD dined at home
      upon a bit of veal and a pint of wine. Is it not plaguy insipid to tell
      you every day where I dine? yet now I have got into the way of it, I
      cannot forbear it neither. Indeed, Mr. Presto, you had better go answer
      MD's letter, N.14. I will answer it when I please, Mr. Doctor. What is
      that you say? The Court was very full this morning, expecting Mr. Harley
      would be declared Earl of Oxford and have the Treasurer's staff. Mr.
      Harley never comes to Court at all; somebody there asked me the reason.
      "Why," said I, "the Lord of Oxford knows." He always goes to the Queen by
      the back stairs. I was told for certain, you jackanapes, Lord Santry(2)
      was dead, Captain Cammock(3) assured me so; and now he's alive again, they
      say; but that shan't do: he shall be dead to me as long as he lives. Dick
      Tighe(4) and I meet, and never stir our hats. I am resolved to mistake him
      for Witherington, the little nasty lawyer that came up to me so sternly at
      the Castle the day I left Ireland. I'll ask the gentleman I saw walking
      with him how long Witherington has been in town.
    </p>
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      14. I went to town to-day by water. The hail quite discouraged me from
      walking, and there is no shade in the greatest part of the way. I took the
      first boat, and had a footman my companion; then I went again by water,
      and dined in the City with a printer, to whom I carried a pamphlet in
      manuscript, that Mr. Secretary gave me. The printer sent it to the
      Secretary for his approbation, and he desired me to look it over, which I
      did, and found it a very scurvy piece. The reason I tell you so, is
      because it was done by your parson Slap, Scrap, Flap (what d'ye call him),
      Trapp,(5) your Chancellor's chaplain. 'Tis called A Character of the
      Present Set of Whigs, and is going to be printed, and no doubt the author
      will take care to produce it in Ireland. Dr. Freind was with me, and
      pulled out a twopenny pamphlet just published, called The State of Wit,(6)
      giving a character of all the papers that have come out of late. The
      author seems to be a Whig, yet he speaks very highly of a paper called the
      Examiner, and says the supposed author of it is Dr. Swift. But above all
      things he praises the Tatlers and Spectators; and I believe Steele and
      Addison were privy to the printing of it. Thus is one treated by these
      impudent dogs. And that villain Curll(7) has scraped up some trash, and
      calls it Dr. Swift's Miscellanies, with the name at large: and I can get
      no satisfaction of him. Nay, Mr. Harley told me he had read it, and only
      laughed at me before Lord Keeper and the rest. Since I came home, I have
      been sitting with the Prolocutor, Dean Atterbury, who is my neighbour over
      the way, but generally keeps in town with his Convocation. 'Tis late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. My walk to town to-day was after ten, and prodigiously hot. I dined
      with Lord Shelburne, and have desired Mrs. Pratt, who lodges there, to
      carry over Mrs. Walls's tea; I hope she will do it, and they talk of going
      in a fortnight. My way is this: I leave my best gown and periwig at Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh's, then walk up the Pall Mall, through the Park, out at
      Buckingham House, and so to Chelsea a little beyond the church: I set out
      about sunset, and get here in something less than an hour; it is two good
      miles, and just five thousand seven hundred and forty-eight steps; so
      there is four miles a day walking, without reckoning what I walk while I
      stay in town. When I pass the Mall in the evening, it is prodigious to see
      the number of ladies walking there; and I always cry shame at the ladies
      of Ireland, who never walk at all, as if their legs were of no use, but to
      be laid aside. I have been now almost three weeks here, and I thank God,
      am much better in my head, if it does but continue. I tell you what, if I
      was with you, when we went to Stoyte at Donnybrook, we would only take a
      coach to the hither end of Stephen's Green, and from thence go every step
      on foot, yes, faith, every step; it would do DD(8) good as well as
      Presto.(9) Everybody tells me I look better already; for, faith, I looked
      sadly, that is certain. My breakfast is milk porridge: I do not love it;
      faith, I hate it, but it is cheap and wholesome; and I hate to be obliged
      to either of those qualities for anything.(10)
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I wonder why Presto will be so tedious in answering MD's letters;
      because he would keep the best to the last, I suppose. Well, Presto must
      be humoured, it must be as he will have it, or there will be an old to
      do.(11) Dead with heat; are not you very hot? My walks make my forehead
      sweat rarely; sometimes my morning journey is by water, as it was to-day
      with one Parson Richardson,(12) who came to see me, on his going to
      Ireland; and with him I send Mrs. Walls's tea, and three books(13) I got
      from the Lords of the Treasury for the College. I dined with Lord
      Shelburne to-day; Lady Kerry and Mrs. Pratt are going likewise for
      Ireland.&mdash;Lord! I forgot, I dined with Mr. Prior to-day, at his
      house, with Dean Atterbury and others; and came home pretty late, and I
      think I'm in a fuzz, and don't know what I say, never saw the like.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Sterne came here by water to see me this morning, and I went back with
      him to his boat. He tells me that Mrs. Edgworth(14) married a fellow in
      her journey to Chester; so I believe she little thought of anybody's box
      but her own. I desired Sterne to give me directions where to get the box
      in Chester, which he says he will to-morrow; and I will write to
      Richardson to get it up there as he goes by, and whip it over. It is
      directed to Mrs. Curry: you must caution her of it, and desire her to send
      it you when it comes. Sterne says Jemmy Leigh loves London mightily; that
      makes him stay so long, I believe, and not Sterne's business, which Mr.
      Harley's accident has put much backward. We expect now every day that he
      will be Earl of Oxford and Lord Treasurer. His patent is passing; but,
      they say, Lord Keeper's not yet; at least his son, young Harcourt, told me
      so t'other day. I dined to-day privately with my friend Lewis at his
      lodgings at Whitehall. T'other day at Whitehall I met a lady of my
      acquaintance, whom I had not seen before since I came to England; we were
      mighty glad to see each other, and she has engaged me to visit her, as I
      design to do. It is one Mrs. Colledge: she has lodgings at Whitehall,
      having been seamstress to King William, worth three hundred a year. Her
      father was a fanatic joiner,(15) hanged for treason in Shaftesbury's plot.
      This noble person and I were brought acquainted, some years ago, by Lady
      Berkeley.(16) I love good creditable acquaintance: I love to be the worst
      of the company: I am not of those that say, "For want of company, welcome
      trumpery." I was this evening with Lady Kerry and Mrs. Pratt at Vauxhall,
      to hear the nightingales; but they are almost past singing.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I was hunting the Secretary to-day in vain about some business, and
      dined with Colonel Crowe, late Governor of Barbados,(17) and your friend
      Sterne was the third: he is very kind to Sterne, and helps him in his
      business, which lies asleep till Mr. Harley is Lord Treasurer, because
      nothing of moment is now done in the Treasury, the change being expected
      every day. I sat with Dean Atterbury till one o'clock after I came home;
      so 'tis late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Do you know that about our town we are mowing already and making hay,
      and it smells so sweet as we walk through the flowery meads; but the
      hay-making nymphs are perfect drabs, nothing so clean and pretty as
      farther in the country. There is a mighty increase of dirty wenches in
      straw hats since I knew London. I stayed at home till five o'clock, and
      dined with Dean Atterbury; then went by water to Mr. Harley's, where the
      Saturday Club was met, with the addition of the Duke of Shrewsbury. I
      whispered Lord Rivers that I did not like to see a stranger among us; and
      the rogue told it aloud: but Mr. Secretary said the Duke writ to have
      leave; so I appeared satisfied, and so we laughed. Mr. Secretary told me
      the Duke of Buckingham(18) had been talking to him much about me, and
      desired my acquaintance. I answered it could not be, for he had not made
      sufficient advances. Then the Duke of Shrewsbury said he thought that Duke
      was not used to make advances. I said I could not help that; for I always
      expected advances in proportion to men's quality, and more from a duke
      than any other man. The Duke replied that he did not mean anything of his
      quality; which was handsomely said enough; for he meant his pride: and I
      have invented a notion to believe that nobody is proud. At ten all the
      company went away; and from ten to twelve Mr. Harley and I sat together,
      where we talked through a great deal of matters I had a mind to settle
      with him; and then walked in a fine moonshine night to Chelsea, where I
      got by one. Lord Rivers conjured me not to walk so late; but I would,
      because I had no other way; but I had no money to lose.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. By what the Lord Keeper told me last night, I find he will not be made
      a peer so soon; but Mr. Harley's patent for Earl of Oxford is now drawing,
      and will be done in three days. We made him own it, which he did scurvily,
      and then talked of it like the rest. Mr. Secretary had too much company
      with him to-day; so I came away soon after dinner. I give no man liberty
      to swear or talk b&mdash;-dy, and I found some of them were in constraint,
      so I left them to themselves. I wish you a merry Whitsuntide, and pray
      tell me how you pass away your time; but, faith, you are going to Wexford,
      and I fear this letter is too late; it shall go on Thursday, and sooner it
      cannot, I have so much business to hinder me answering yours. Where must I
      direct in your absence? Do you quit your lodgings?
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Going to town this morning, I met in the Pall Mall a clergyman of
      Ireland, whom I love very well and was glad to see, and with him a little
      jackanapes, of Ireland too, who married Nanny Swift, Uncle Adam's(19)
      daughter, one Perry; perhaps you may have heard of him. His wife has sent
      him here, to get a place from Lowndes;(20) because my uncle and Lowndes
      married two sisters, and Lowndes is a great man here in the Treasury; but
      by good luck I have no acquaintance with him: however, he expected I
      should be his friend to Lowndes, and one word of mine, etc., the old cant.
      But I will not go two yards to help him. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh,
      where I keep my best gown and periwig, to put on when I come to town and
      be a spark.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I dined to-day in the City, and coming home this evening, I met Sir
      Thomas Mansel and Mr. Lewis in the Park. Lewis whispered me that Mr.
      Harley's patent for the Earl of Oxford was passed in Mr. Secretary St.
      John's office; so to-morrow or next day, I suppose, he will be declared
      Earl of Oxford, and have the staff.(21) This man has grown by
      persecutions, turnings out, and stabbing. What waiting, and crowding, and
      bowing will be at his levee! yet, if human nature be capable of so much
      constancy, I should believe he will be the same man still, bating the
      necessary forms of grandeur he must keep up. 'Tis late, sirrahs, and I'll
      go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Morning. I sat up late last night, and waked late to-day; but will now
      answer your letter in bed before I go to town, and I will send it
      to-morrow; for perhaps you mayn't go so soon to Wexford.&mdash;No, you are
      not out in your number; the last was Number 14, and so I told you twice or
      thrice; will you never be satisfied? What shall we do for poor Stella? Go
      to Wexford, for God's sake: I wish you were to walk there by three miles a
      day, with a good lodging at every mile's end. Walking has done me so much
      good, that I cannot but prescribe it often to poor Stella. Parvisol has
      sent me a bill for fifty pounds, which I am sorry for, having not written
      to him for it, only mentioned it two months ago; but I hope he will be
      able to pay you what I have drawn upon him for: he never sent me any sum
      before, but one bill of twenty pounds half a year ago. You are welcome as
      my blood to every farthing I have in the world; and all that grieves me
      is, I am not richer, for MD's sake, as hope saved.(22) I suppose you give
      up your lodgings when you go to Wexford; yet that will be inconvenient
      too: yet I wish again you were under a necessity of rambling the country
      until Michaelmas, faith. No, let them keep the shelves, with a pox; yet
      they are exacting people about those four weeks; or Mrs. Brent may have
      the shelves, if she please. I am obliged to your Dean for his kind offer
      of lending me money. Will that be enough to say? A hundred people would
      lend me money, or to any man who has not the reputation of a squanderer.
      O, faith, I should be glad to be in the same kingdom with MD, however,
      although you are at Wexford. But I am kept here by a most capricious fate,
      which I would break through, if I could do it with decency or honour.&mdash;To
      return without some mark of distinction would look extremely little; and I
      would likewise gladly be somewhat richer than I am. I will say no more,
      but beg you to be easy till Fortune take her course, and to believe that
      MD's felicity is the great end I aim at in all my pursuits. And so let us
      talk no more on this subject, which makes me melancholy, and that I would
      fain divert. Believe me, no man breathing at present has less share of
      happiness in life than I: I do not say I am unhappy at all, but that
      everything here is tasteless to me for want of being as I would be. And
      so, a short sigh, and no more of this. Well, come and let's see what's
      next, young women. Pox take Mrs. Edgworth and Sterne! I will take some
      methods about that box. What orders would you have me give about the
      picture? Can't you do with it as if it were your own? No, I hope Manley
      will keep his place; for I hear nothing of Sir Thomas Frankland's losing
      his. Send nothing under cover to Mr. Addison, but "To Erasmus Lewis, Esq.;
      at my Lord Dartmouth's office at Whitehall." Direct your outside so.&mdash;Poor
      dear Stella, don't write in the dark, nor in the light neither, but
      dictate to Dingley; she is a naughty, healthy girl, and may drudge for
      both. Are you good company together? and don't you quarrel too often? Pray
      love one another, and kiss one another just now, as Dingley is reading
      this; for you quarrelled this morning just after Mrs. Marget(23) had
      poured water on Stella's head: I heard the little bird say so. Well, I
      have answered everything in your letter that required it, and yet the
      second side is not full. I'll come home at night, and say more; and
      to-morrow this goes for certain. Go, get you gone to your own chambers,
      and let Presto rise like a modest gentleman, and walk to town. I fancy I
      begin to sweat less in the forehead by constant walking than I used to do;
      but then I shall be so sunburnt, the ladies will not like me. Come, let me
      rise, sirrahs. Morrow.&mdash;At night. I dined with Ford to-day at his
      lodgings, and I found wine out of my own cellar, some of my own chest of
      the great Duke's wine: it begins to turn. They say wine with you in
      Ireland is half a crown a bottle. 'Tis as Stella says; nothing that once
      grows dear in Ireland ever grows cheap again, except corn, with a pox, to
      ruin the parson. I had a letter to-day from the Archbishop of Dublin,
      giving me further thanks about vindicating him to Mr. Harley and Mr. St.
      John, and telling me a long story about your Mayor's election,(24) wherein
      I find he has had a finger, and given way to further talk about him; but
      we know nothing of it here yet. This walking to and fro, and dressing
      myself, takes up so much of my time that I cannot go among company so much
      as formerly; yet what must a body do? I thank God I yet continue much
      better since I left the town; I know not how long it may last. I am sure
      it has done me some good for the present. I do not totter as I did, but
      walk firm as a cock, only once or twice for a minute, I do not know how;
      but it went off, and I never followed it. Does Dingley read my hand as
      well as ever? do you, sirrah? Poor Stella must not read Presto's ugly
      small hand.
    </p>
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    <p>
      Your friend Walls's tea will go in a day or two towards Chester by one
      Parson Richardson. My humble service to her, and to good Mrs. Stoyte, and
      Catherine; and pray walk while you continue in Dublin. I expect your next
      but one will be from Wexford. God bless dearest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. Morning. Mr. Secretary has sent his groom hither, to invite me to
      dinner to-day, etc. God Almighty for ever bless and preserve you both, and
      give you health, etc. Amen. Farewell, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Do not I often say the same thing two or three times in the same letter,
      sirrah?
    </p>
    <p>
      Great wits, they say, have but short memories; that's good vile
      conversation.
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      LETTER 24.
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      CHELSEA, May 24, 1711.
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    <p>
      Morning. Once in my life the number of my letters and of the day of the
      month is the same; that's lucky, boys; that's a sign that things will
      meet, and that we shall make a figure together. What, will you still have
      the impudence to say London, England, because I say Dublin, Ireland? Is
      there no difference between London and Dublin, saucyboxes? I have sealed
      up my letter, and am going to town. Morrow, sirrahs.&mdash;At night. I
      dined with the Secretary to-day; we sat down between five and six. Mr.
      Harley's patent passed this morning: he is now Earl of Oxford, Earl
      Mortimer, and Lord Harley of Wigmore Castle. My letter was sealed, or I
      would have told you this yesterday; but the public news may tell it you.
      The Queen, for all her favour, has kept a rod(1) for him in her closet
      this week; I suppose he will take it from her, though, in a day or two. At
      eight o'clock this evening it rained prodigiously, as it did from five;
      however, I set out, and in half-way the rain lessened, and I got home, but
      tolerably wet; and this is the first wet walk I have had in a month's time
      that I am here but, however, I got to bed, after a short visit to
      Atterbury.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. It rained this morning, and I went to town by water; and Ford and I
      dined with Mr. Lewis by appointment. I ordered Patrick to bring my gown
      and periwig to Mr. Lewis, because I designed to go to see Lord Oxford, and
      so I told the dog; but he never came, though I stayed an hour longer than
      I appointed; so I went in my old gown, and sat with him two hours, but
      could not talk over some business I had with him; so he has desired me to
      dine with him on Sunday, and I must disappoint the Secretary. My lord set
      me down at a coffee-house, where I waited for the Dean of Carlisle's
      chariot to bring me to Chelsea; for it has rained prodigiously all this
      afternoon. The Dean did not come himself, but sent me his chariot, which
      has cost me two shillings to the coachman; and so I am got home, and Lord
      knows what is become of Patrick. I think I must send him over to you; for
      he is an intolerable rascal. If I had come without a gown, he would have
      served me so, though my life and preferment should have lain upon it: and
      I am making a livery for him will cost me four pounds; but I will order
      the tailor to-morrow to stop till further orders. My Lord Oxford can't yet
      abide to be called "my lord"; and when I called him "my lord," he called
      me "Dr. Thomas Swift,"(2) which he always does when he has a mind to tease
      me. By a second hand, he proposed my being his chaplain, which I by a
      second hand excused; but we had no talk of it to-day: but I will be no
      man's chaplain alive. But I must go and be busy.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I never saw Patrick till this morning, and that only once, for I
      dressed myself without him; and when I went to town he was out of the way.
      I immediately sent for the tailor, and ordered him to stop his hand in
      Patrick's clothes till further orders. Oh, if it were in Ireland, I should
      have turned him off ten times ago; and it is no regard to him, but myself,
      that has made me keep him so long. Now I am afraid to give the rogue his
      clothes. What shall I do? I wish MD were here to entreat for him, just
      here at the bed's side. Lady Ashburnham(3) has been engaging me this long
      time to dine with her, and I set to-day apart for it; and whatever was the
      mistake, she sent me word she was at dinner and undressed, but would be
      glad to see me in the afternoon: so I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and
      would not go to see her at all, in a huff. My fine Florence is turning
      sour with a vengeance, and I have not drunk half of it. As I was coming
      home to-night, Sir Thomas Mansel and Tom Harley(4) met me in the Park, and
      made me walk with them till nine, like unreasonable whelps; so I got not
      here till ten: but it was a fine evening, and the foot-path clean enough
      already after this hard rain.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Going this morning to town, I saw two old lame fellows, walking to a
      brandy-shop, and when they got to the door, stood a long time
      complimenting who should go in first. Though this be no jest to tell, it
      was an admirable one to see. I dined to-day with my Lord Oxford and the
      ladies, the new Countess, and Lady Betty,(5) who has been these three days
      a lady born. My lord left us at seven, and I had no time to speak to him
      about some affairs; but he promises in a day or two we shall dine alone;
      which is mighty likely, considering we expect every moment that the Queen
      will give him the staff, and then he will be so crowded he will be good
      for nothing: for aught I know he may have it to-night at Council.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I had a petition sent me t'other day from one Stephen Gernon, setting
      forth that he formerly lived with Harry Tenison,(6) who gave him an
      employment of gauger, and that he was turned out after Harry's death, and
      came for England, and is now starving, or, as he expresses it, THAT THE
      STAFF OF LIFE HAS BEEN OF LATE A STRANGER TO HIS APPETITE. Today the poor
      fellow called, and I knew him very well, a young slender fellow with
      freckles in his face: you must remember him; he waited at table as a
      better sort of servant. I gave him a crown, and promised to do what I
      could to help him to a service, which I did for Harry Tenison's memory. It
      was bloody hot walking to-day, and I was so lazy I dined where my new gown
      was, at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and came back like a fool, and the Dean of
      Carlisle has sat with me till eleven. Lord Oxford has not the staff yet.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I was this morning in town by ten, though it was shaving-day, and went
      to the Secretary about some affairs, then visited the Duke and Duchess of
      Ormond; but the latter was dressing to go out, and I could not see her. My
      Lord Oxford had the staff given him this morning; so now I must call him
      Lord Oxford no more, but Lord Treasurer: I hope he will stick there: this
      is twice he has changed his name this week; and I heard to-day in the City
      (where I dined) that he will very soon have the Garter.&mdash;Pr'ythee, do
      not you observe how strangely I have changed my company and manner of
      living? I never go to a coffee-house; you hear no more of Addison, Steele,
      Henley, Lady Lucy, Mrs. Finch,(7) Lord Somers, Lord Halifax, etc. I think
      I have altered for the better. Did I tell you the Archbishop of Dublin has
      writ me a long letter of a squabble in your town about choosing a Mayor,
      and that he apprehended some censure for the share he had in it?(8) I have
      not heard anything of it here; but I shall not be always able to defend
      him. We hear your Bishop Hickman is dead;(9) but nobody here will do
      anything for me in Ireland; so they may die as fast or slow as they
      please.&mdash;Well, you are constant to your deans, and your Stoyte, and
      your Walls. Walls will have her tea soon; Parson Richardson is either
      going or gone to Ireland, and has it with him. I hear Mr. Lewis has two
      letters for me: I could not call for them to-day, but will to-morrow; and
      perhaps one of them may be from our little MD, who knows, man? who can
      tell? Many a more unlikely thing has happened.&mdash;Pshaw, I write so
      plaguy little, I can hardly see it myself. WRITE BIGGER, SIRRAH(10)
      Presto. No, but I won't. Oh, you are a saucy rogue, Mr. Presto, you are so
      impudent. Come, dear rogues, let Presto go to sleep; I have been with the
      Dean, and 'tis near twelve.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I am so hot and lazy after my morning's walk, that I loitered at Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh's, where my best gown and periwig are, and out of mere
      listlessness dine there very often; so I did to-day; but I got little MD's
      letter, N.15 (you see, sirrahs, I remember to tell the number), from Mr.
      Lewis, and I read it in a closet they lend me at Mrs. Van's; and I find
      Stella is a saucy rogue and a great writer, and can write finely still
      when her hand is in, and her pen good. When I came here to-night, I had a
      mighty mind to go swim after I was cool, for my lodging is just by the
      river; and I went down with only my nightgown and slippers on at eleven,
      but came up again; however, one of these nights I will venture.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. I was so hot this morning with my walk, that I resolve to do so no
      more during this violent burning weather. It is comical that now we happen
      to have such heat to ripen the fruit there has been the greatest blast
      that was ever known, and almost all the fruit is despaired of. I dined
      with Lord Shelburne: Lady Kerry and Mrs. Pratt are going to Ireland. I
      went this evening to Lord Treasurer, and sat about two hours with him in
      mixed company; he left us, and went to Court, and carried two staves with
      him, so I suppose we shall have a new Lord Steward or Comptroller
      to-morrow; I smoked that State secret out by that accident. I will not
      answer your letter yet, sirrahs; no I won't, madam.
    </p>
    <p>
      June 1. I wish you a merry month of June. I dined again with the Vans and
      Sir Andrew Fountaine. I always give them a flask of my Florence, which now
      begins to spoil, but it is near an end. I went this afternoon to Mrs.
      Vedeau's, and brought away Madam Dingley's parchment and letter of
      attorney. Mrs. Vedeau tells me she has sent the bill a fortnight ago. I
      will give the parchment to Ben Tooke, and you shall send him a letter of
      attorney at your leisure, enclosed to Mr. Presto. Yes, I now think your
      mackerel is full as good as ours, which I did not think formerly. I was
      bit about two staves, for there is no new officer made to-day. This letter
      will find you still in Dublin, I suppose, or at Donnybrook, or losing your
      money at Walls' (how does she do?).
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I missed this day by a blunder and dining in the City.(11)
    </p>
    <p>
      3. No boats on Sunday, never: so I was forced to walk, and so hot by the
      time I got to Ford's lodging that I was quite spent; I think the weather
      is mad. I could not go to church. I dined with the Secretary as usual, and
      old Colonel Graham(12) that lived at Bagshot Heath, and they said it was
      Colonel Graham's house. Pshaw, I remember it very well, when I used to go
      for a walk to London from Moor Park. What, I warrant you do not remember
      the Golden Farmer(13) neither, figgarkick soley?(14)
    </p>
    <p>
      4. When must we answer this letter, this N.15 of our little MD? Heat and
      laziness, and Sir Andrew Fountaine, made me dine to-day again at Mrs.
      Van's; and, in short, this weather is unsupportable: how is it with you?
      Lady Betty Butler and Lady Ashburnham sat with me two or three hours this
      evening in my closet at Mrs. Van's. They are very good girls; and if Lady
      Betty went to Ireland, you should let her be acquainted with you. How does
      Dingley do this hot weather? Stella, I think, never complains of it; she
      loves hot weather. There has not been a drop of rain since Friday
      se'ennight. Yes, you do love hot weather, naughty Stella, you do so; and
      Presto can't abide it. Be a good girl then, and I will love you; and love
      one another, and don't be quarrelling girls.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. I dined in the City to-day, and went from hence early to town, and
      visited the Duke of Ormond and Mr. Secretary. They say my Lord Treasurer
      has a dead warrant in his pocket; they mean a list of those who are to be
      turned out of employment; and we every day now expect those changes. I
      passed by the Treasury to-day, and saw vast crowds waiting to give Lord
      Treasurer petitions as he passes by. He is now at the top of power and
      favour: he keeps no levees yet. I am cruel thirsty this hot weather.&mdash;I
      am just this minute going to swim. I take Patrick down with me, to hold my
      nightgown, shirt, and slippers, and borrow a napkin of my landlady for a
      cap. So farewell till I come up; but there is no danger, don't be
      frighted.&mdash;I have been swimming this half-hour and more; and when I
      was coming out I dived, to make my head and all through wet, like a cold
      bath; but, as I dived, the napkin fell off and is lost, and I have that to
      pay for. O, faith, the great stones were so sharp, I could hardly set my
      feet on them as I came out. It was pure and warm. I got to bed, and will
      now go sleep.
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    <p>
      6. Morning. This letter shall go to-morrow; so I will answer yours when I
      come home to-night. I feel no hurt from last night's swimming. I lie with
      nothing but the sheet over me, and my feet quite bare. I must rise and go
      to town before the tide is against me. Morrow, sirrahs; dear sirrahs,
      morrow.&mdash;At night. I never felt so hot a day as this since I was
      born. I dined with Lady Betty Germaine, and there was the young Earl of
      Berkeley(15) and his fine lady. I never saw her before, nor think her near
      so handsome as she passes for.&mdash;After dinner, Mr. Bertue(16) would
      not let me put ice in my wine, but said my Lord Dorchester(17) got the
      bloody flux with it, and that it was the worst thing in the world. Thus
      are we plagued, thus are we plagued; yet I have done it five or six times
      this summer, and was but the drier and the hotter for it. Nothing makes me
      so excessively peevish as hot weather. Lady Berkeley after dinner clapped
      my hat on another lady's head, and she in roguery put it upon the rails. I
      minded them not; but in two minutes they called me to the window, and Lady
      Carteret(18) showed me my hat out of her window five doors off, where I
      was forced to walk to it, and pay her and old Lady Weymouth(19) a visit,
      with some more beldames. Then I went and drank coffee, and made one or two
      puns, with Lord Pembroke,(20) and designed to go to Lord Treasurer; but it
      was too late, and beside I was half broiled, and broiled without butter;
      for I never sweat after dinner, if I drink any wine. Then I sat an hour
      with Lady Betty Butler at tea, and everything made me hotter and drier.
      Then I walked home, and was here by ten, so miserably hot, that I was in
      as perfect a passion as ever I was in my life at the greatest affront or
      provocation. Then I sat an hour, till I was quite dry and cool enough to
      go swim; which I did, but with so much vexation that I think I have given
      it over: for I was every moment disturbed by boats, rot them; and that
      puppy Patrick, standing ashore, would let them come within a yard or two,
      and then call sneakingly to them. The only comfort I proposed here in hot
      weather is gone; for there is no jesting with those boats after it is
      dark: I had none last night. I dived to dip my head, and held my cap on
      with both my hands, for fear of losing it. Pox take the boats! Amen. 'Tis
      near twelve, and so I'll answer your letter (it strikes twelve now)
      to-morrow morning.
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    <p>
      7. Morning. Well, now let us answer MD's letter, N.15, 15, 15, 15. Now
      have I told you the number? 15, 15; there, impudence, to call names in the
      beginning of your letter, before you say, How do you do, Mr. Presto? There
      is your breeding! Where is your manners, sirrah, to a gentleman? Get you
      gone, you couple of jades.&mdash;No, I never sit up late now; but this
      abominable hot weather will force me to eat or drink something that will
      do me hurt. I do venture to eat a few strawberries.&mdash;Why then, do you
      know in Ireland that Mr. St. John talked so in Parliament?(21) Your Whigs
      are plaguily bit; for he is entirely for their being all out.&mdash;And
      are you as vicious in snuff as ever? I believe, as you say, it does
      neither hurt nor good; but I have left it off, and when anybody offers me
      their box, I take about a tenth part of what I used to do, and then just
      smell to it, and privately fling the rest away. I keep to my tobacco
      still,(22) as you say; but even much less of that than formerly, only
      mornings and evenings, and very seldom in the day.&mdash;As for Joe,(23) I
      have recommended his case heartily to my Lord Lieutenant; and, by his
      direction, given a memorial of it to Mr. Southwell, to whom I have
      recommended it likewise. I can do no more, if he were my brother. His
      business will be to apply himself to Southwell. And you must desire
      Raymond, if Price of Galway comes to town, to desire him to wait on Mr.
      Southwell, as recommended by me for one of the Duke's chaplains, which was
      all I could do for him; and he must be presented to the Duke, and make his
      court, and ply about, and find out some vacancy, and solicit early for it.
      The bustle about your Mayor I had before, as I told you, from the
      Archbishop of Dublin. Was Raymond not come till May 18? So he says fine
      things of me? Certainly he lies. I am sure I used him indifferently
      enough; and we never once dined together, or walked, or were in any third
      place; only he came sometimes to my lodgings, and even there was oftener
      denied than admitted.&mdash;What an odd bill is that you sent of
      Raymond's! A bill upon one Murry in Chester, which depends entirely not
      only upon Raymond's honesty, but his discretion; and in money matters he
      is the last man I would depend on. Why should Sir Alexander Cairnes(24) in
      London pay me a bill, drawn by God knows who, upon Murry in Chester? I was
      at Cairnes's, and they can do no such thing. I went among some friends,
      who are merchants, and I find the bill must be sent to Murry, accepted by
      him, and then returned back, and then Cairnes may accept or refuse it as
      he pleases. Accordingly I gave Sir Thomas Frankland the bill, who has sent
      it to Chester, and ordered the postmaster there to get it accepted, and
      then send it back, and in a day or two I shall have an answer; and
      therefore this letter must stay a day or two longer than I intended, and
      see what answer I get. Raymond should have written to Murry at the same
      time, to desire Sir Alexander Cairnes to have answered such a bill, if it
      come. But Cairnes's clerks (himself was not at home) said they had
      received no notice of it, and could do nothing; and advised me to send to
      Murry.&mdash;I have been six weeks to-day at Chelsea, and you know it but
      just now. And so Dean &mdash;&mdash;&mdash; thinks I write the Medley. Pox
      of his judgment! It is equal to his honesty. Then you han't seen the
      Miscellany yet?(25) Why, 'tis a four-shilling book: has nobody carried it
      over?&mdash;No, I believe Manley(26) will not lose his place; for his
      friend(27) in England is so far from being out that he has taken a new
      patent since the Post Office Act; and his brother Jack Manley(28) here
      takes his part firmly; and I have often spoken to Southwell in his behalf,
      and he seems very well inclined to him. But the Irish folks here in
      general are horribly violent against him. Besides, he must consider he
      could not send Stella wine if he were put out. And so he is very kind, and
      sends you a dozen bottles of wine AT A TIME, and you win eight shillings
      AT A TIME; and how much do you lose? No, no, never one syllable about
      that, I warrant you.&mdash;Why, this same Stella is so unmerciful a
      writer, she has hardly left any room for Dingley. If you have such summer
      there as here, sure the Wexford waters are good by this time. I forgot
      what weather we had May 6th; go look in my journal. We had terrible rain
      the 24th and 25th, and never a drop since. Yes, yes, I remember Berested's
      bridge; the coach sosses up and down as one goes that way, just as at
      Hockley-in-the-Hole.(29) I never impute any illness or health I have to
      good or ill weather, but to want of exercise, or ill air, or something I
      have eaten, or hard study, or sitting up; and so I fence against those as
      well as I can: but who a deuce can help the weather? Will Seymour,(30) the
      General, was excessively hot with the sun shining full upon him; so he
      turns to the sun, and says, "Harkee, friend, you had better go and ripen
      cucumbers than plague me at this rate," etc. Another time, fretting at the
      heat, a gentleman by said it was such weather as pleased God: Seymour
      said, "Perhaps it may; but I am sure it pleases nobody else." Why, Madam
      Dingley, the First-Fruits are done. Southwell told me they went to inquire
      about them, and Lord Treasurer said they were done, and had been done long
      ago. And I'll tell you a secret you must not mention, that the Duke of
      Ormond is ordered to take notice of them in his speech in your Parliament:
      and I desire you will take care to say on occasion that my Lord Treasurer
      Harley did it many months ago, before the Duke was Lord Lieutenant. And
      yet I cannot possibly come over yet: so get you gone to Wexford, and make
      Stella well. Yes, yes, I take care not to walk late; I never did but once,
      and there are five hundred people on the way as I walk. Tisdall is a
      puppy, and I will excuse him the half-hour he would talk with me. As for
      the Examiner, I have heard a whisper that after that of this day,(31)
      which tells us what this Parliament has done, you will hardly find them so
      good. I prophesy they will be trash for the future; and methinks in this
      day's Examiner the author talks doubtfully, as if he would write no
      more.(32) Observe whether the change be discovered in Dublin, only for
      your own curiosity, that's all. Make a mouth there. Mrs. Vedeau's business
      I have answered, and I hope the bill is not lost. Morrow. 'Tis stewing
      hot, but I must rise and go to town between fire and water. Morrow,
      sirrahs both, morrow.&mdash;At night. I dined to-day with Colonel Crowe,
      Governor of Jamaica, and your friend Sterne. I presented Sterne to my Lord
      Treasurer's brother,(33) and gave him his case, and engaged him in his
      favour. At dinner there fell the swingingest long shower, and the most
      grateful to me, that ever I saw: it thundered fifty times at least, and
      the air is so cool that a body is able to live; and I walked home to-night
      with comfort, and without dirt. I went this evening to Lord Treasurer, and
      sat with him two hours, and we were in very good humour, and he abused me,
      and called me Dr. Thomas Swift fifty times: I have told you he does that
      when he has mind to make me mad.(34) Sir Thomas Frankland gave me to-day a
      letter from Murry, accepting my bill; so all is well: only, by a letter
      from Parvisol, I find there are some perplexities.&mdash;Joe has likewise
      written to me, to thank me for what I have done for him; and desires I
      would write to the Bishop of Clogher, that Tom Ashe(35) may not hinder his
      father(36) from being portreve. I have written and sent to Joe several
      times, that I will not trouble myself at all about Trim. I wish them their
      liberty, but they do not deserve it: so tell Joe, and send to him. I am
      mighty happy with this rain: I was at the end of my patience, but now I
      live again. This cannot go till Saturday; and perhaps I may go out of town
      with Lord Shelburne and Lady Kerry to-morrow for two or three days. Lady
      Kerry has written to desire it; but tomorrow I shall know farther.&mdash;O
      this dear rain, I cannot forbear praising it: I never felt myself to be
      revived so in my life. It lasted from three till five, hard as a horn, and
      mixed with hail.
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    <p>
      8. Morning. I am going to town, and will just finish this there, if I go
      into the country with Lady Kerry and Lord Shelburne: so morrow, till an
      hour or two hence.&mdash;In town. I met Cairnes, who, I suppose, will pay
      me the money; though he says I must send him the bill first, and I will
      get it done in absence. Farewell, etc. etc.
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      LETTER 25.
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      CHELSEA, June 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.
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      I have been all this time at Wycombe, between Oxford and London, with Lord
      Shelburne, who has the squire's house at the town's end, and an estate
      there in a delicious country. Lady Kerry and Mrs. Pratt were with us, and
      we passed our time well enough; and there I wholly disengaged myself from
      all public thoughts, and everything but MD, who had the impudence to send
      me a letter there; but I'll be revenged: I will answer it. This day, the
      20th, I came from Wycombe with Lady Kerry after dinner, lighted at Hyde
      Park Corner, and walked: it was twenty-seven miles, and we came it in
      about five hours.
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    <p>
      21. I went at noon to see Mr. Secretary at his office, and there was Lord
      Treasurer: so I killed two birds, etc., and we were glad to see one
      another, and so forth. And the Secretary and I dined at Sir William
      Wyndham's,(1) who married Lady Catharine Seymour, your acquaintance, I
      suppose. There were ten of us at dinner. It seems, in my absence, they had
      erected a Club,(2) and made me one; and we made some laws to-day, which I
      am to digest and add to, against next meeting. Our meetings are to be
      every Thursday. We are yet but twelve: Lord Keeper and Lord Treasurer were
      proposed; but I was against them, and so was Mr. Secretary, though their
      sons are of it, and so they are excluded; but we design to admit the Duke
      of Shrewsbury. The end of our Club is, to advance conversation and
      friendship, and to reward deserving persons with our interest and
      recommendation. We take in none but men of wit or men of interest; and if
      we go on as we begin, no other Club in this town will be worth talking of.
      The Solicitor-General, Sir Robert Raymond, is one of our Club; and I
      ordered him immediately to write to your Lord Chancellor in favour of Dr.
      Raymond: so tell Raymond, if you see him; but I believe this will find you
      at Wexford. This letter will come three weeks after the last, so there is
      a week lost; but that is owing to my being out of town; yet I think it is
      right, because it goes enclosed to Mr. Reading:(3) and why should he know
      how often Presto writes to MD, pray?&mdash;I sat this evening with Lady
      Betty Butler and Lady Ashburnham, and then came home by eleven, and had a
      good cool walk; for we have had no extreme hot weather this fortnight, but
      a great deal of rain at times, and a body can live and breathe. I hope it
      will hold so. We had peaches to-day.
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    <p>
      22. I went late to-day to town, and dined with my friend Lewis. I saw Will
      Congreve attending at the Treasury, by order, with his brethren, the
      Commissioners of the Wine Licences. I had often mentioned him with
      kindness to Lord Treasurer; and Congreve told me that, after they had
      answered to what they were sent for, my lord called him privately, and
      spoke to him with great kindness, promising his protection, etc. The poor
      man said he had been used so ill of late years that he was quite
      astonished at my lord's goodness, etc., and desired me to tell my lord so;
      which I did this evening, and recommended him heartily. My lord assured me
      he esteemed him very much, and would be always kind to him; that what he
      said was to make Congreve easy, because he knew people talked as if his
      lordship designed to turn everybody out, and particularly Congreve: which
      indeed was true, for the poor man told me he apprehended it. As I left my
      Lord Treasurer, I called on Congreve (knowing where he dined), and told
      him what had passed between my lord and me; so I have made a worthy man
      easy, and that is a good day's work.(4) I am proposing to my lord to erect
      a society or academy for correcting and settling our language, that we may
      not perpetually be changing as we do. He enters mightily into it, so does
      the Dean of Carlisle;(5) and I design to write a letter to Lord Treasurer
      with the proposals of it, and publish it;(6) and so I told my lord, and he
      approves it. Yesterday's(7) was a sad Examiner, and last week was very
      indifferent, though some little scraps of the old spirit, as if he had
      given some hints; but yesterday's is all trash. It is plain the hand is
      changed.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I have not been in London to-day: for Dr. Gastrell(8) and I dined, by
      invitation, with the Dean of Carlisle, my neighbour; so I know not what
      they are doing in the world, a mere country gentleman. And are not you
      ashamed both to go into the country just when I did, and stay ten days,
      just as I did, saucy monkeys? But I never rode; I had no horses, and our
      coach was out of order, and we went and came in a hired one. Do you keep
      your lodgings when you go to Wexford? I suppose you do; for you will
      hardly stay above two months. I have been walking about our town to-night,
      and it is a very scurvy place for walking. I am thinking to leave it, and
      return to town, now the Irish folks are gone. Ford goes in three days. How
      does Dingley divert herself while Stella is riding? work, or read, or
      walk? Does Dingley ever read to you? Had you ever a book with you in the
      country? Is all that left off? Confess. Well, I'll go sleep; 'tis past
      eleven, and I go early to sleep: I write nothing at night but to MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. Stratford and I, and Pastoral Philips (just come from Denmark) dined
      at Ford's to-day, who paid his way, and goes for Ireland on Tuesday. The
      Earl of Peterborow is returned from Vienna without one servant: he left
      them scattered in several towns of Germany. I had a letter from him, four
      days ago, from Hanover, where he desires I would immediately send him an
      answer to his house at Parson's Green,(9) about five miles off. I wondered
      what he meant, till I heard he was come. He sent expresses, and got here
      before them. He is above fifty, and as active as one of five-and-twenty. I
      have not seen him yet, nor know when I shall, or where to find him.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Poor Duke of Shrewsbury has been very ill of a fever: we were all in a
      fright about him: I thank God, he is better. I dined to-day at Lord
      Ashburnham's, with his lady, for he was not at home: she is a very good
      girl, and always a great favourite of mine. Sterne tells me he has desired
      a friend to receive your box in Chester, and carry it over. I fear he will
      miscarry in his business, which was sent to the Treasury before he was
      recommended; for I was positive only to second his recommendations, and
      all his other friends failed him. However, on your account I will do what
      I can for him to-morrow with the secretary of the Treasury.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. We had much company to-day at dinner at Lord Treasurer's. Prior never
      fails: he is a much better courtier than I; and we expect every day that
      he will be a Commissioner of the Customs, and that in a short time a great
      many more will be turned out. They blame Lord Treasurer for his slowness
      in turning people out; but I suppose he has his reasons. They still keep
      my neighbour Atterbury in suspense about the deanery of Christ Church,(10)
      which has been above six months vacant, and he is heartily angry. I reckon
      you are now preparing for your Wexford expedition; and poor Dingley is
      full of carking and caring, scolding. How long will you stay? Shall I be
      in Dublin before you return? Don't fall and hurt yourselves, nor overturn
      the coach. Love one another, and be good girls; and drink Presto's health
      in water, Madam Stella; and in good ale, Madam Dingley.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. The Secretary appointed me to dine with him to-day, and we were to do
      a world of business: he came at four, and brought Prior with him, and had
      forgot the appointment, and no business was done. I left him at eight, and
      went to change my gown at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's; and there was Sir Andrew
      Fountaine at ombre with Lady Ashburnham and Lady Frederic Schomberg, and
      Lady Mary Schomberg,(11) and Lady Betty Butler, and others, talking; and
      it put me in mind of the Dean and Stoyte, and Walls, and Stella at play,
      and Dingley and I looking on. I stayed with them till ten, like a fool.
      Lady Ashburnham is something like Stella; so I helped her, and wished her
      good cards. It is late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Well, but I must answer this letter of our MD's. Saturday approaches,
      and I han't written down this side. O, faith, Presto has been a sort of a
      lazy fellow: but Presto will remove to town this day se'ennight; the
      Secretary has commanded me to do so; and I believe he and I shall go for
      some days to Windsor, where he will have leisure to mind some business we
      have together. To-day, our Society (it must not be called a Club) dined at
      Mr. Secretary's: we were but eight; the rest sent excuses, or were out of
      town. We sat till eight, and made some laws and settlements; and then I
      went to take leave of Lady Ashburnham, who goes out of town to-morrow, as
      a great many of my acquaintance are already, and left the town very thin.
      I shall make but short journeys this summer, and not be long out of
      London. The days are grown sensibly short already, all our fruit blasted.
      Your Duke of Ormond is still at Chester; and perhaps this letter will be
      with you as soon as he. Sterne's business is quite blown up: they stand to
      it to send him back to the Commissioners of the Revenue in Ireland for a
      reference, and all my credit could not alter it, though I almost fell out
      with the secretary of the Treasury,(12) who is my Lord Treasurer's
      cousin-germain, and my very good friend. It seems every step he has
      hitherto taken hath been wrong; at least they say so, and that is the same
      thing. I am heartily sorry for it; and I really think they are in the
      wrong, and use him hardly; but I can do no more.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Steele has had the assurance to write to me that I would engage my
      Lord Treasurer to keep a friend of his in an employment: I believe I told
      you how he and Addison served me for my good offices in Steele's behalf;
      and I promised Lord Treasurer never to speak for either of them again. Sir
      Andrew Fountaine and I dined to-day at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's. Dilly Ashe has
      been in town this fortnight: I saw him twice; he was four days at Lord
      Pembroke's in the country, punning with him; his face is very well. I was
      this evening two or three hours at Lord Treasurer's, who called me Dr.
      Thomas Swift twenty times; that's his way of teasing. I left him at nine,
      and got home here by ten, like a gentleman; and to-morrow morning I'll
      answer your little letter, sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. Morning. I am terribly sleepy always in a morning; I believe it is my
      walk over-night that disposes me to sleep: faith, 'tis now striking eight,
      and I am but just awake. Patrick comes early, and wakes me five or six
      times; but I have excuses, though I am three parts asleep. I tell him I
      sat up late, or slept ill in the night, and often it is a lie. I have now
      got little MD's letter before me, N.16, no more, nor no less, no mistake.
      Dingley says, "This letter won't be above six lines"; and I was afraid it
      was true, though I saw it filled on both sides. The Bishop of Clogher writ
      me word you were in the country, and that he heard you were well: I am
      glad at heart MD rides, and rides, and rides. Our hot weather ended in
      May, and all this month has been moderate: it was then so hot I was not
      able to endure it; I was miserable every moment, and found myself disposed
      to be peevish and quarrelsome: I believe a very hot country would make me
      stark mad.&mdash;Yes, my head continues pretty tolerable, and I impute it
      all to walking. Does Stella eat fruit? I eat a little; but I always
      repent, and resolve against it. No, in very hot weather I always go to
      town by water; but I constantly walk back, for then the sun is down. And
      so Mrs. Proby(13) goes with you to Wexford: she's admirable company;
      you'll grow plaguy wise with those you frequent. Mrs. Taylor and Mrs.
      Proby! take care of infection. I believe my two hundred pounds will be
      paid, but that Sir Alexander Cairnes is a scrupulous puppy: I left the
      bill with Mr. Stratford, who is to have the money. Now, Madam Stella, what
      say you? you ride every day; I know that already, sirrah; and, if you rid
      every day for a twelvemonth, you would be still better and better. No, I
      hope Parvisol will not have the impudence to make you stay an hour for the
      money; if he does, I'll UN-PARVISOL him; pray let me know. O Lord, how
      hasty we are! Stella can't stay writing and writing; she must write and go
      a cock-horse, pray now. Well, but the horses are not come to the door; the
      fellow can't find the bridle; your stirrup is broken; where did you put
      the whips, Dingley? Marget, where have you laid Mrs. Johnson's ribbon to
      tie about her? reach me my mask: sup up this before you go. So, so, a
      gallop, a gallop: sit fast, sirrah, and don't ride hard upon the stones.&mdash;Well,
      now Stella is gone, tell me, Dingley, is she a good girl? and what news is
      that you are to tell me?&mdash;No, I believe the box is not lost: Sterne
      says it is not.&mdash;No, faith, you must go to Wexford without seeing
      your Duke of Ormond, unless you stay on purpose; perhaps you may be so
      wise.&mdash;I tell you this is your sixteenth letter; will you never be
      satisfied? No, no, I will walk late no more; I ought less to venture it
      than other people, and so I was told: but I will return to lodge in town
      next Thursday. When you come from Wexford, I would have you send a letter
      of attorney to Mr. Benjamin Tooke, bookseller, in London, directed to me;
      and he shall manage your affair. I have your parchment safely locked up in
      London.&mdash;O, Madam Stella, welcome home; was it pleasant riding? did
      your horse stumble? how often did the man light to settle your stirrup?
      ride nine miles! faith, you have galloped indeed. Well, but where is the
      fine thing you promised me? I have been a good boy, ask Dingley else. I
      believe you did not meet the fine-thing-man: faith, you are a cheat. So
      you will see Raymond and his wife in town. Faith, that riding to Laracor
      gives me short sighs, as well as you. All the days I have passed here have
      been dirt to those. I have been gaining enemies by the scores, and friends
      by the couples; which is against the rules of wisdom, because they say one
      enemy can do more hurt than ten friends can do good. But I have had my
      revenge at least, if I get nothing else. And so let Fate govern.&mdash;Now
      I think your letter is answered; and mine will be shorter than ordinary,
      because it must go to-day. We have had a great deal of scattering rain for
      some days past, yet it hardly keeps down the dust.&mdash;We have plays
      acted in our town; and Patrick was at one of them, oh oh. He was damnably
      mauled one day when he was drunk; he was at cuffs with a brother-footman,
      who dragged him along the floor upon his face, which looked for a week
      after as if he had the leprosy; and I was glad enough to see it. I have
      been ten times sending him over to you; yet now he has new clothes, and a
      laced hat, which the hatter brought by his orders, and he offered to pay
      for the lace out of his wages.&mdash;I am to dine to-day with Dilly at Sir
      Andrew Fountaine's, who has bought a new house, and will be weary of it in
      half a year. I must rise and shave, and walk to town, unless I go with the
      Dean in his chariot at twelve, which is too late: and I have not seen that
      Lord Peterborow yet. The Duke of Shrewsbury is almost well again, and will
      be abroad in a day or two: what care you? There it is now: you do not care
      for my friends. Farewell, my dearest lives and delights; I love you better
      than ever, if possible, as hope saved, I do, and ever will. God Almighty
      bless you ever, and make us happy together! I pray for this twice every
      day; and I hope God will hear my poor hearty prayers.&mdash;Remember, if I
      am used ill and ungratefully, as I have formerly been, 'tis what I am
      prepared for, and shall not wonder at it. Yet I am now envied, and thought
      in high favour, and have every day numbers of considerable men teasing me
      to solicit for them. And the Ministry all use me perfectly well; and all
      that know them say they love me. Yet I can count upon nothing, nor will,
      but upon MD's love and kindness.&mdash;They think me useful; they
      pretended they were afraid of none but me, and that they resolved to have
      me; they have often confessed this: yet all makes little impression on me.&mdash;Pox
      of these speculations! they give me the spleen; and that is a disease I
      was not born to. Let me alone, sirrahs, and be satisfied: I am, as long as
      MD and Presto are well.
    </p>
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      that is all we want; and so farewell, dearest MD; Stella, Dingley, Presto,
      all together, now and for ever all together. Farewell again and again.
    </p>
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      LETTER 26.
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      CHELSEA, June 30, 1711.
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    <p>
      See what large paper I am forced to take, to write to MD; Patrick has
      brought me none clipped; but, faith, the next shall be smaller. I dined
      to-day, as I told you, with Dilly at Sir Andrew Fountaine's: there were we
      wretchedly punning, and writing together to Lord Pembroke. Dilly is just
      such a puppy as ever; and it is so uncouth, after so long an intermission.
      My twenty-fifth is gone this evening to the post. I think I will direct my
      next (which is this) to Mr. Curry's, and let them send it to Wexford; and
      then the next enclosed to Reading. Instruct me how I shall do. I long to
      hear from you from Wexford, and what sort of place it is. The town grows
      very empty and dull. This evening I have had a letter from Mr. Philips,
      the pastoral poet, to get him a certain employment from Lord Treasurer. I
      have now had almost all the Whig poets my solicitors; and I have been
      useful to Congreve, Steele, and Harrison: but I will do nothing for
      Philips; I find he is more a puppy than ever, so don't solicit for him.
      Besides, I will not trouble Lord Treasurer, unless upon some very
      extraordinary occasion.
    </p>
    <p>
      July 1. Dilly lies conveniently for me when I come to town from Chelsea of
      a Sunday, and go to the Secretary's; so I called at his lodgings this
      morning, and sent for my gown, and dressed myself there. He had a letter
      from the Bishop, with an account that you were set out for Wexford the
      morning he writ, which was June 26, and he had the letter the 30th; that
      was very quick: the Bishop says you design to stay there two months or
      more. Dilly had also a letter from Tom Ashe, full of Irish news; that your
      Lady Lyndon(1) is dead, and I know not what besides of Dr. Coghill(2)
      losing his drab, etc. The Secretary was gone to Windsor, and I dined with
      Mrs. Vanhomrigh. Lord Treasurer is at Windsor too; they will be going and
      coming all summer, while the Queen is there, and the town is empty, and I
      fear I shall be sometimes forced to stoop beneath my dignity, and send to
      the ale-house for a dinner. Well, sirrahs, had you a good journey to
      Wexford? did you drink ale by the way? were you never overturned? how many
      things did you forget? do you lie on straw in your new town where you are?
      Cudshoe,(3) the next letter to Presto will be dated from Wexford. What
      fine company have you there? what new acquaintance have you got? You are
      to write constantly to Mrs. Walls and Mrs. Stoyte: and the Dean said,
      "Shall we never hear from you?" "Yes, Mr. Dean, we'll make bold to trouble
      you with a letter." Then at Wexford; when you meet a lady, "Did your
      waters pass well this morning, madam?" Will Dingley drink them too? Yes, I
      warrant; to get her a stomach. I suppose you are all gamesters at Wexford.
      Do not lose your money, sirrah, far from home. I believe I shall go to
      Windsor in a few days; at least, the Secretary tells me so. He has a small
      house there, with just room enough for him and me; and I would be
      satisfied to pass a few days there sometimes. Sirrahs, let me go to sleep,
      it is past twelve in our town.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. Sterne came to me this morning, and tells me he has yet some hopes of
      compassing his business: he was with Tom Harley, the secretary of the
      Treasury, and made him doubt a little he was in the wrong; the poor man
      tells me it will almost undo him if he fails. I called this morning to see
      Will Congreve, who lives much by himself, is forced to read for amusement,
      and cannot do it without a magnifying-glass. I have set him very well with
      the Ministry, and I hope he is in no danger of losing his place. I dined
      in the City with Dr. Freind, not among my merchants, but with a scrub
      instrument of mischief of mine, whom I never mentioned to you, nor am like
      to do. You two little saucy Wexfordians, you are now drinking waters. You
      drink waters! you go fiddlestick. Pray God send them to do you good; if
      not, faith, next summer you shall come to the Bath.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Lord Peterborow desired to see me this morning at nine; I had not seen
      him before since he came home. I met Mrs. Manley(4) there, who was
      soliciting him to get some pension or reward for her service in the cause,
      by writing her Atalantis, and prosecution, etc., upon it. I seconded her,
      and hope they will do something for the poor woman. My lord kept me two
      hours upon politics: he comes home very sanguine; he has certainly done
      great things at Savoy and Vienna, by his negotiations: he is violent
      against a peace, and finds true what I writ to him, that the Ministry
      seems for it. He reasons well; yet I am for a peace. I took leave of Lady
      Kerry, who goes to-morrow for Ireland; she picks up Lord Shelburne and
      Mrs. Pratt at Lord Shelburne's house. I was this evening with Lord
      Treasurer: Tom Harley was there, and whispered me that he began to doubt
      about Sterne's business; I told him he would find he was in the wrong. I
      sat two or three hours at Lord Treasurer's; he rallied me sufficiently
      upon my refusing to take him into our Club, and told a judge who was with
      us that my name was Thomas Swift. I had a mind to prevent Sir H.
      Belasyse(5) going to Spain, who is a most covetous cur, and I fell a
      railing against avarice, and turned it so that he smoked me, and named
      Belasyse. I went on, and said it was a shame to send him; to which he
      agreed, but desired I would name some who understood business, and do not
      love money, for he could not find them. I said there was something in a
      Treasurer different from other men; that we ought not to make a man a
      Bishop who does not love divinity, or a General who does not love war; and
      I wondered why the Queen would make a man Lord Treasurer who does not love
      money. He was mightily pleased with what I said. He was talking of the
      First-Fruits of England, and I took occasion to tell him that I would not
      for a thousand pounds anybody but he had got them for Ireland, who got
      them for England too. He bid me consider what a thousand pounds was; I
      said I would have him to know I valued a thousand pounds as little as he
      valued a million.&mdash;Is it not silly to write all this? but it gives
      you an idea what our conversation is with mixed company. I have taken a
      lodging in Suffolk Street, and go to it on Thursday; and design to walk
      the Park and the town, to supply my walking here: yet I will walk here
      sometimes too, in a visit now and then to the Dean.(6) When I was almost
      at home, Patrick told me he had two letters for me, and gave them to me in
      the dark, yet I could see one of them was from saucy MD. I went to visit
      the Dean for half an hour; and then came home, and first read the other
      letter, which was from the Bishop of Clogher, who tells me the Archbishop
      of Dublin mentioned in a full assembly of the clergy the Queen's granting
      the First-Fruits, said it was done by the Lord Treasurer, and talked much
      of my merit in it: but reading yours I find nothing of that: perhaps the
      Bishop lies, out of a desire to please me. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh.
      Well, sirrahs, you are gone to Wexford; but I'll follow you.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. Sterne came to me again this morning, to advise about reasons and
      memorials he is drawing up; and we went to town by water together; and
      having nothing to do, I stole into the City to an instrument of mine, and
      then went to see poor Patty Rolt,(7) who has been in town these two months
      with a cousin of hers. Her life passes with boarding in some country town
      as cheap as she can, and, when she runs out, shifting to some cheaper
      place, or coming to town for a month. If I were rich, I would ease her,
      which a little thing would do. Some months ago I sent her a guinea, and it
      patched up twenty circumstances. She is now going to Berkhamstead in
      Hertfordshire. It has rained and hailed prodigiously to-day, with some
      thunder. This is the last night I lie at Chelsea; and I got home early,
      and sat two hours with the Dean, and ate victuals, having had a very
      scurvy dinner. I'll answer your letter when I come to live in town. You
      shall have a fine London answer: but first I will go sleep, and dream of
      MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      London, July 5. This day I left Chelsea for good (that's a genteel
      phrase), and am got into Suffolk Street. I dined to-day at our Society,
      and we are adjourned for a month, because most of us go into the country:
      we dined at Lord Keeper's with young Harcourt, and Lord Keeper was forced
      to sneak off, and dine with Lord Treasurer, who had invited the Secretary
      and me to dine with him; but we scorned to leave our company, as George
      Granville did, whom we have threatened to expel: however, in the evening I
      went to Lord Treasurer, and, among other company, found a couple of judges
      with him; one of them, Judge Powell,(8) an old fellow with grey hairs, was
      the merriest old gentleman I ever saw, spoke pleasant things, and laughed
      and chuckled till he cried again. I stayed till eleven, because I was not
      now to walk to Chelsea.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. An ugly rainy day. I was to visit Mrs. Barton, then called at Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh's, where Sir Andrew Fountaine and the rain kept me to dinner;
      and there did I loiter all the afternoon, like a fool, out of perfect
      laziness, and the weather not permitting me to walk: but I'll do so no
      more. Are your waters at Wexford good in this rain? I long to hear how you
      are established there, how and whom you visit, what is your lodging, what
      are your entertainments. You are got far southwards; but I think you must
      eat no fruit while you drink the waters. I ate some Kentish cherries
      t'other day, and I repent it already; I have felt my head a little
      disordered. We had not a hot day all June, or since, which I reckon a
      mighty happiness. Have you left a direction with Reading for Wexford? I
      will, as I said, direct this to Curry's, and the next to Reading; or
      suppose I send this at a venture straight to Wexford? It would vex me to
      have it miscarry. I had a letter to-night from Parvisol, that White has
      paid me most of my remaining money; and another from Joe, that they have
      had their election at Trim, but not a word of who is chosen portreeve.(9)
      Poor Joe is full of complaints, says he has enemies, and fears he will
      never get his two hundred pounds; and I fear so too, although I have done
      what I could.&mdash;I'll answer your letter when I think fit, when saucy
      Presto thinks fit, sirrahs. I am not at leisure yet; when I have nothing
      to do, perhaps I may vouchsafe.&mdash;O Lord, the two Wexford ladies; I'll
      go dream of you both.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. It was the dismallest rainy day I ever saw: I went to the Secretary in
      the morning, and he was gone to Windsor. Then it began raining, and I
      struck in to Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and dined, and stayed till night very dull
      and insipid. I hate this town in summer; I'll leave it for a while, if I
      can have time.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I have a fellow of your town, one Tisdall,(10) lodges in the same house
      with me. Patrick told me Squire Tisdall and his lady lodged here. I
      pretended I never heard of him; but I knew his ugly face, and saw him at
      church in the next pew to me, and he often looked for a bow, but it would
      not do. I think he lives in Capel Street, and has an ugly fine wife in a
      fine coach. Dr. Freind and I dined in the City by invitation, and I drank
      punch, very good, but it makes me hot. People here are troubled with agues
      by this continuance of wet, cold weather; but I am glad to find the season
      so temperate. I was this evening to see Will Congreve, who is a very
      agreeable companion.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I was to-day in the City, and dined with Mr. Stratford, who tells me
      Sir Alexander Cairnes makes difficulties about paying my bill; so that I
      cannot give order yet to Parvisol to deliver up the bond to Dr. Raymond.
      To-morrow I shall have a positive answer: that Cairnes is a shuffling
      scoundrel; and several merchants have told me so: what can one expect from
      a Scot and a fanatic? I was at Bateman's the bookseller's, to see a fine
      old library he has bought; and my fingers itched, as yours would do at a
      china-shop; but I resisted, and found everything too dear, and I have
      fooled away too much money that way already. So go and drink your waters,
      saucy rogue, and make yourself well; and pray walk while you are there: I
      have a notion there is never a good walk in Ireland.(11) Do you find all
      places without trees? Pray observe the inhabitants about Wexford; they are
      old English; see what they have particular in their manners, names, and
      language: magpies have been always there, and nowhere else in Ireland,
      till of late years. They say the cocks and dogs go to sleep at noon, and
      so do the people. Write your travels, and bring home good eyes and health.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer: we did not sit down till four. I
      despatched three businesses with him, and forgot a fourth. I think I have
      got a friend an employment; and besides I made him consent to let me bring
      Congreve to dine with him. You must understand I have a mind to do a small
      thing, only turn out all the Queen's physicians; for in my conscience they
      will soon kill her among them. And I must talk over that matter with some
      people. My Lord Treasurer told me the Queen and he between them have lost
      the paper about the First-Fruits, but desires I will let the bishops know
      it shall be done with the first opportunity.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I dined to-day with neighbour Van, and walked pretty well in the Park
      this evening. Stella, hussy, don't you remember, sirrah, you used to
      reproach me about meddling in other folk's affairs? I have enough of it
      now: two people came to me to-night in the Park to engage to speak to Lord
      Treasurer in their behalf, and I believe they make up fifty who have asked
      me the same favour. I am hardened, and resolve to trouble him, or any
      other Minister, less than ever. And I observe those who have ten times
      more credit than I will not speak a word for anybody. I met yesterday the
      poor lad I told you of, who lived with Mr. Tenison,(12) who has been ill
      of an ague ever since I saw him. He looked wretchedly, and was exceeding
      thankful for half a crown I gave him. He had a crown from me before.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I dined to-day with young Manley(13) in the City, who is to get me out
      a box of books and a hamper of wine from Hamburg. I inquired of Mr.
      Stratford, who tells me that Cairnes has not yet paid my two hundred
      pounds, but shams and delays from day to day. Young Manley's wife is a
      very indifferent person of a young woman, goggle-eyed, and looks like a
      fool: yet he is a handsome fellow, and married her for love after long
      courtship, and she refused him until he got his last employment.&mdash;I
      believe I shall not be so good a boy for writing as I was during your stay
      at Wexford, unless I may send my letters every second time to Curry's;
      pray let me know. This, I think, shall go there: or why not to Wexford
      itself? That is right, and so it shall this next Tuesday, although it
      costs you tenpence. What care I?
    </p>
    <p>
      13. This toad of a Secretary is come from Windsor, and I cannot find him;
      and he goes back on Sunday, and I can't see him to-morrow. I dined
      scurvily to-day with Mr. Lewis and a parson; and then went to see Lord
      Treasurer, and met him coming from his house in his coach: he smiled, and
      I shrugged, and we smoked each other; and so my visit is paid. I now
      confine myself to see him only twice a week: he has invited me to Windsor,
      and betwixt two stools, etc. I will go live at Windsor, if possible,
      that's pozzz. I have always the luck to pass my summer in London. I called
      this evening to see poor Sir Matthew Dudley, a Commissioner of the
      Customs; I know he is to be out for certain: he is in hopes of continuing:
      I would not tell him bad news, but advised him to prepare for the worst.
      Dilly was with me this morning, to invite me to dine at Kensington on
      Sunday with Lord Mountjoy, who goes soon for Ireland. Your late
      Chief-Justice Broderick(14) is here, and they say violent as a tiger. How
      is party among you at Wexford? Are the majority of ladies for the late or
      present Ministry? Write me Wexford news, and love Presto, because he is a
      good boy.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Although it was shaving-day, I walked to Chelsea, and was there by
      nine this morning; and the Dean of Carlisle and I crossed the water to
      Battersea, and went in his chariot to Greenwich, where we dined at Dr.
      Gastrell's, and passed the afternoon at Lewisham, at the Dean of
      Canterbury's;(15) and there I saw Moll Stanhope,(16) who is grown
      monstrously tall, but not so handsome as formerly. It is the first little
      rambling journey I have had this summer about London, and they are the
      agreeablest pastimes one can have, in a friend's coach, and to good
      company. Bank Stock is fallen three or four per cent. by the whispers
      about the town of the Queen's being ill, who is however very well.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. How many books have you carried with you to Wexford? What, not one
      single book? Oh, but your time will be so taken up; and you can borrow of
      the parson. I dined to-day with Sir Andrew Fountaine and Dilly at
      Kensington with Lord Mountjoy; and in the afternoon Stratford came there,
      and told me my two hundred pounds were paid at last; so that business is
      over, and I am at ease about it; and I wish all your money was in the Bank
      too. I will have my other hundred pounds there, that is in Hawkshaw's
      hands. Have you had the interest of it paid yet? I ordered Parvisol to do
      it. What makes Presto write so crooked? I will answer your letter
      to-morrow, and send it on Tuesday. Here's hot weather come again,
      yesterday and to-day: fine drinking waters now. We had a sad pert dull
      parson at Kensington to-day. I almost repent my coming to town; I want the
      walks I had.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I dined in the City to-day with a hedge(17) acquaintance, and the day
      passed without any consequence. I will answer your letter to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Morning. I have put your letter before me, and am going to answer it.
      Hold your tongue: stand by. Your weather and ours were not alike; we had
      not a bit of hot weather in June, yet you complain of it on the 19th day.
      What, you used to love hot weather then? I could never endure it: I detest
      and abominate it. I would not live in a hot country, to be king of it.
      What a splutter you keep about my bonds with Raymond, and all to affront
      Presto! Presto will be suspicious of everything but MD, in spite of your
      little nose. Soft and fair, Madam Stella, how you gallop away, in your
      spleen and your rage, about repenting my journey, and preferment here, and
      sixpence a dozen, and nasty England, and Laracor all my life. Hey-dazy,
      will you never have done? I had no offers of any living. Lord Keeper told
      me some months ago he would give me one when I pleased; but I told him I
      would not take any from him; and the Secretary told me t'other day he had
      refused a very good one for me, but it was in a place he did not like; and
      I know nothing of getting anything here, and, if they would give me leave,
      I would come over just now. Addison, I hear, has changed his mind about
      going over; but I have not seen him these four months.&mdash;Oh ay, that's
      true, Dingley; that's like herself: millions of businesses to do before
      she goes. Yes, my head has been pretty well, but threatening within these
      two or three days, which I impute to some fruit I ate; but I will eat no
      more: not a bit of any sort. I suppose you had a journey without dust, and
      that was happy. I long for a Wexford letter, but must not think of it yet:
      your last was finished but three weeks ago. It is d&mdash;&mdash;d news
      you tell me of Mrs. F&mdash;&mdash;; it makes me love England less a great
      deal. I know nothing of the trunk being left or taken; so 'tis odd enough,
      if the things in it were mine; and I think I was told that there are some
      things for me that my mother left particularly to me. I am really sorry
      for &mdash;&mdash;-; that scoundrel &mdash;&mdash;- will have his estate
      after his mother's death. Let me know if Mrs. Walls has got her tea: I
      hope Richardson(18) stayed in Dublin till it came. Mrs. Walls needed not
      have that blemish in her eye; for I am not in love with her at all. No, I
      do not like anything in the Examiner after the 45th, except the first part
      of the 46th;(19) all the rest is trash; and if you like them, especially
      the 47th, your judgment is spoiled by ill company and want of reading,
      which I am more sorry for than you think: and I have spent fourteen years
      in improving you to little purpose. (Mr. Tooke is come here, and I must
      stop.)&mdash;At night. I dined with Lord Treasurer to-day, and he kept me
      till nine; so I cannot send this to-night, as I intended, nor write some
      other letters. Green,(20) his surgeon, was there, and dressed his breast;
      that is, put on a plaster, which is still requisite: and I took an
      opportunity to speak to him of the Queen; but he cut me short with this
      saying, "Laissez faire a Don Antoine," which is a French proverb,
      expressing, "Leave that to me." I find he is against her taking much
      physic; and I doubt he cannot persuade her to take Dr. Radcliffe. However,
      she is very well now, and all the story of her illness, except the first
      day or two, was a lie. We had some business, that company hindered us from
      doing, though he is earnest for it, yet would not appoint me a certain
      day, but bids me come at all times till we can have leisure. This takes up
      a great deal of my time, and I can do nothing I would do for them. I was
      with the Secretary this morning, and we both think to go to Windsor for
      some days, to despatch an affair, if we can have leisure. Sterne met me
      just now in the street by his lodgings, and I went in for an hour to Jemmy
      Leigh, who loves London dearly: he asked after you with great respect and
      friendship.&mdash;To return to your letter. Your Bishop Mills(21) hates me
      mortally: I wonder he should speak well of me, having abused me in all
      places where he went. So you pay your way. Cudsho: you had a fine supper,
      I warrant; two pullets, and a bottle of wine, and some currants.&mdash;It
      is just three weeks to-day since you set out to Wexford; you were three
      days going, and I do not expect a letter these ten days yet, or rather
      this fortnight. I got a grant of the Gazette(22) for Ben Tooke this
      morning from Mr. Secretary: it will be worth to him a hundred pounds a
      year.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. To-day I took leave of Mrs. Barton, who is going into the country; and
      I dined with Sir John Stanley,(23) where I have not been this great while.
      There dined with us Lord Rochester, and his fine daughter, Lady Jane,(24)
      just growing a top-toast. I have been endeavouring to save Sir Matthew
      Dudley,(25) but fear I cannot. I walked the Mall six times to-night for
      exercise, and would have done more; but, as empty as the town is, a fool
      got hold of me, and so I came home, to tell you this shall go to-morrow,
      without fail, and follow you to Wexford, like a dog.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Dean Atterbury sent to me to dine with him at Chelsea. I refused his
      coach, and walked, and am come back by seven, because I would finish this
      letter, and some others I am writing. Patrick tells me the maid says one
      Mr. Walls, a clergyman, a tall man, was here to visit me. Is it your Irish
      Archdeacon? I shall be sorry for it; but I shall make shift to see him
      seldom enough, as I do Dilly. What can he do here? or is it somebody else?
      The Duke of Newcastle(26) is dead by the fall he had from his horse. God
      send poor Stella her health, and keep MD happy! Farewell, and love Presto,
      who loves MD above all things ten million of times. God bless the dear
      Wexford girls. Farewell again, etc. etc.
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      LETTER 27.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, July 19, 1711.
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    <p>
      I have just sent my 26th, and have nothing to say, because I have other
      letters to write (pshaw, I began too high); but I must lay the beginning
      like a nest-egg: to-morrow I will say more, and fetch up this line to be
      straight. This is enough at present for two dear saucy naughty girls.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. Have I told you that Walls has been with me, and leaves the town in
      three days? He has brought no gown with him. Dilly carried him to a play.
      He has come upon a foolish errand, and goes back as he comes. I was this
      day with Lord Peterborow, who is going another ramble: I believe I told
      you so. I dined with Lord Treasurer, but cannot get him to do his own
      business with me; he has put me off till to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      21, 22. I dined yesterday with Lord Treasurer, who would needs take me
      along with him to Windsor, although I refused him several times, having no
      linen, etc. I had just time to desire Lord Forbes(1) to call at my lodging
      and order my man to send my things to-day to Windsor by his servant. I lay
      last night at the Secretary's lodgings at Windsor, and borrowed one of his
      shirts to go to Court in. The Queen is very well. I dined with Mr. Masham;
      and not hearing anything of my things, I got Lord Winchelsea to bring me
      to town. Here I found that Patrick had broke open the closet to get my
      linen and nightgown, and sent them to Windsor, and there they are; and he,
      not thinking I would return so soon, is gone upon his rambles: so here I
      am left destitute, and forced to borrow a nightgown of my landlady, and
      have not a rag to put on to-morrow: faith, it gives me the spleen.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Morning. It is a terrible rainy day, and rained prodigiously on
      Saturday night. Patrick lay out last night, and is not yet returned:
      faith, poor Presto is a desolate creature; neither servant, nor linen, nor
      anything.&mdash;Night. Lord Forbes's man has brought back my portmantua,
      and Patrick is come; so I am in Christian circumstances: I shall hardly
      commit such a frolic again. I just crept out to Mrs. Van's, and dined, and
      stayed there the afternoon: it has rained all this day. Windsor is a
      delicious place: I never saw it before, except for an hour about seventeen
      years ago. Walls has been here in my absence, I suppose, to take his
      leave; for he designed not to stay above five days in London. He says he
      and his wife will come here for some months next year; and, in short, he
      dares not stay now for fear of her.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I dined to-day with a hedge(2) friend in the City; and Walls overtook
      me in the street, and told me he was just getting on horseback for
      Chester. He has as much curiosity as a cow: he lodged with his horse in
      Aldersgate Street: he has bought his wife a silk gown, and himself a hat.
      And what are you doing? what is poor MD doing now? how do you pass your
      time at Wexford? how do the waters agree with you? Let Presto know soon;
      for Presto longs to know, and must know. Is not Madam Proby curious
      company? I am afraid this rainy weather will spoil your waters. We have
      had a great deal of wet these three days. Tell me all the particulars of
      Wexford: the place, the company, the diversions, the victuals, the wants,
      the vexations. Poor Dingley never saw such a place in her life; sent all
      over the town for a little parsley to a boiled chicken, and it was not to
      be had; the butter is stark naught, except an old English woman's; and it
      is such a favour to get a pound from her now and then! I am glad you
      carried down your sheets with you, else you must have lain in sackcloth. O
      Lord!
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was this forenoon with Mr. Secretary at his office, and helped to
      hinder a man of his pardon, who is condemned for a rape. The Under
      Secretary was willing to save him, upon an old notion that a woman cannot
      be ravished; but I told the Secretary he could not pardon him without a
      favourable report from the judge; besides, he was a fiddler, and
      consequently a rogue, and deserved hanging for some thing else; and so he
      shall swing. What, I must stand up for the honour of the fair sex! 'Tis
      true the fellow had lain with her a hundred times before, but what care I
      for that! What, must a woman be ravished because she is a whore?&mdash;The
      Secretary and I go on Saturday to Windsor for a week. I dined with Lord
      Treasurer, and stayed with him till past ten. I was to-day at his levee,
      where I went against my custom, because I had a mind to do a good office
      for a gentleman: so I talked with him before my lord, that he might see
      me, and then found occasion to recommend him this afternoon. I was forced
      to excuse my coming to the levee, that I did it to see the sight; for he
      was going to chide me away: I had never been there but once, and that was
      long before he was Treasurer. The rooms were all full, and as many Whigs
      as Tories. He whispered me a jest or two, and bid me come to dinner. I
      left him but just now; and 'tis late.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. Mr. Addison and I have at last met again. I dined with him and Steele
      to-day at young Jacob Tonson's. The two Jacobs(3) think it is I who have
      made the Secretary take from them the printing of the Gazette, which they
      are going to lose, and Ben Tooke and another(4) are to have it. Jacob came
      to me the other day, to make his court; but I told him it was too late,
      and that it was not my doing. I reckon they will lose it in a week or two.
      Mr. Addison and I talked as usual, and as if we had seen one another
      yesterday; and Steele and I were very easy, though I writ him lately a
      biting letter, in answer to one of his, where he desired me to recommend a
      friend of his to Lord Treasurer. Go, get you gone to your waters, sirrah.
      Do they give you a stomach? Do you eat heartily?&mdash;We have had much
      rain to-day and yesterday.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I dined to-day in the City, and saw poor Patty Rolt, and gave her a
      pistole to help her a little forward against she goes to board in the
      country. She has but eighteen pounds a year to live on, and is forced to
      seek out for cheap places. Sometimes they raise their price, and sometimes
      they starve her, and then she is forced to shift. Patrick the puppy put
      too much ink in my standish,(5) and, carrying too many things together, I
      spilled it on my paper and floor. The town is dull, wet, and empty;
      Wexford is worth two of it; I hope so at least, and that poor little MD
      finds it so. I reckon upon going to Windsor to-morrow with Mr. Secretary,
      unless he changes his mind, or some other business prevents him. I shall
      stay there a week, I hope.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Morning. Mr. Secretary sent me word he will call at my lodgings by two
      this afternoon, to take me to Windsor; so I must dine nowhere; and I
      promised Lord Treasurer to dine with him to-day; but I suppose we shall
      dine at Windsor at five, for we make but three hours there.(6) I am going
      abroad, but have left Patrick to put up my things, and to be sure to be at
      home half an hour before two.&mdash;Windsor, at night. We did not leave
      London till three, and dined here between six and seven; at nine I left
      the company, and went to see Lord Treasurer, who is just come. I chid him
      for coming so late; he chid me for not dining with him; said he stayed an
      hour for me. Then I went and sat with Mr. Lewis till just now, and it is
      past eleven. I lie in the same house with the Secretary, one of the
      Prebendary's houses. The Secretary is not come from his apartment in the
      Castle. Do you think that abominable dog Patrick was out after two to-day,
      and I in a fright every moment, for fear the chariot should come; and when
      he came in, he had not put up one rag of my things! I never was in a
      greater passion, and would certainly have cropped one of his ears, if I
      had not looked every moment for the Secretary, who sent his equipage to my
      lodging before, and came in a chair from Whitehall to me, and happened to
      stay half an hour later than he intended. One of Lord Treasurer's servants
      gave me a letter to-night: I found it was from &mdash;&mdash;, with an
      offer of fifty pounds, to be paid me in what manner I pleased; because, he
      said, he desired to be well with me. I was in a rage;(7) but my friend
      Lewis cooled me, and said it is what the best men sometimes meet with; and
      I have been not seldom served in the like manner, although not so grossly.
      In these cases I never demur a moment, nor ever found the least
      inclination to take anything. Well, I will go try to sleep in my new bed,
      and to dream of poor Wexford MD, and Stella that drinks water, and Dingley
      that drinks ale.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I was at Court and church to-day, as I was this day se'ennight: I
      generally am acquainted with about thirty in the drawing-room, and I am so
      proud I make all the lords come up to me: one passes half an hour pleasant
      enough. We had a dunce to preach before the Queen to-day, which often
      happens. Windsor is a delicious situation, but the town is scoundrel. I
      have this morning got the Gazette for Ben Tooke and one Barber a printer;
      it will be about three hundred pounds a year between them. The other
      fellow was printer of the Examiner, which is now laid down.(8) I dined
      with the Secretary: we were a dozen in all, three Scotch lords, and Lord
      Peterborow. The Duke of Hamilton(9) would needs be witty, and hold up my
      train as I walked upstairs. It is an ill circumstance that on Sundays much
      company always meet at the great tables. Lord Treasurer told at Court what
      I said to Mr. Secretary on this occasion. The Secretary showed me his bill
      of fare, to encourage me to dine with him. "Poh," said I, "show me a bill
      of company, for I value not your dinner." See how this is all blotted,(10)
      I can write no more here, but to tell you I love MD dearly, and God bless
      them.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. In my conscience, I fear I shall have the gout. I sometimes feel pains
      about my feet and toes: I never drank till within these two years, and I
      did it to cure my head. I often sit evenings with some of these people,
      and drink in my turn; but I am now resolved to drink ten times less than
      before; but they advise me to let what I drink be all wine, and not to put
      water to it. Tooke and the printer stayed to-day to finish their affair,
      and treated me and two of the Under Secretaries upon their getting the
      Gazette. Then I went to see Lord Treasurer, and chid him for not taking
      notice of me at Windsor. He said he kept a place for me yesterday at
      dinner, and expected me there; but I was glad I did not go, because the
      Duke of Buckingham was there, and that would have made us acquainted;
      which I have no mind to. However, we appointed to sup at Mr. Masham's, and
      there stayed till past one o'clock; and that is late, sirrahs: and I have
      much business.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. I have sent a noble haunch of venison this afternoon to Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh: I wish you had it, sirrahs. I dined gravely with my landlord
      the Secretary. The Queen was abroad to-day in order to hunt; but, finding
      it disposed to rain, she kept in her coach; she hunts in a chaise with one
      horse, which she drives herself, and drives furiously, like Jehu, and is a
      mighty hunter, like Nimrod. Dingley has heard of Nimrod, but not Stella,
      for it is in the Bible. I was to-day at Eton, which is but just cross the
      bridge, to see my Lord Kerry's son,(11) who is at school there. Mr.
      Secretary has given me a warrant for a buck; I can't send it to MD. It is
      a sad thing, faith, considering how Presto loves MD, and how MD would love
      Presto's venison for Presto's sake. God bless the two dear Wexford girls!
    </p>
    <p>
      Aug. 1. We had for dinner the fellow of that haunch of venison I sent to
      London; 'twas mighty fat and good, and eight people at dinner; that was
      bad. The Queen and I were going to take the air this afternoon, but not
      together; and were both hindered by a sudden rain. Her coaches and chaises
      all went back, and the guards too; and I scoured into the market-place for
      shelter. I intended to have walked up the finest avenue I ever saw, two
      miles long, with two rows of elms on each side. I walked in the evening a
      little upon the terrace, and came home at eight: Mr. Secretary came soon
      after, and we were engaging in deep discourse, and I was endeavouring to
      settle some points of the greatest consequence, and had wormed myself
      pretty well into him, when his Under Secretary came in (who lodges in the
      same house with us) and interrupted all my scheme. I have just left him:
      it is late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I have been now five days at Windsor, and Patrick has been drunk three
      times that I have seen, and oftener I believe. He has lately had clothes
      that have cost me five pounds, and the dog thinks he has the whip-hand of
      me: he begins to master me; so now I am resolved to part with him, and
      will use him without the least pity. The Secretary and I have been walking
      three or four hours to-day. The Duchess of Shrewsbury(12) asked him, was
      not that Dr.&mdash;Dr.&mdash;and she could not say my name in English, but
      said Dr. Presto, which is Italian for Swift. Whimsical enough, as Billy
      Swift(13) says. I go to-morrow with the Secretary to his house at
      Bucklebury, twenty-five miles from hence, and return early on Sunday
      morning. I will leave this letter behind me locked up, and give you an
      account of my journey when I return. I had a letter yesterday from the
      Bishop of Clogher, who is coming up to his Parliament. Have you any
      correspondence with him to Wexford? Methinks, I now long for a letter from
      you, dated Wexford, July 24, etc. O Lord, that would be so pretending;(14)
      and then, says you, Stella can't write much, because it is bad to write
      when one drinks the waters; and I think, says you, I find myself better
      already, but I cannot tell yet whether it be the journey or the waters.
      Presto is so silly to-night; yes he be; but Presto loves MD dearly, as
      hope saved.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Morning. I am to go this day at noon, as I told you, to Bucklebury: we
      dine at twelve, and expect to be there in four hours. I cannot bid you
      good-night now, because I shall be twenty-five miles from this paper
      to-night, and so my journal must have a break; so good-morrow, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      4, 5. I dined yesterday at Bucklebury, where we lay two nights, and set
      out this morning at eight, and were here at twelve; in four hours we went
      twenty-six miles. Mr. Secretary was a perfect country gentleman at
      Bucklebury: he smoked tobacco with one or two neighbours; he inquired
      after the wheat in such a field; he went to visit his hounds, and knew all
      their names; he and his lady saw me to my chamber just in the country
      fashion. His house is in the midst of near three thousand pounds a year he
      had by his lady,(15) who is descended from Jack Newbury, of whom books and
      ballads are written; and there is an old picture of him in the house. She
      is a great favourite of mine. I lost church to-day; but I dressed and
      shaved, and went to Court, and would not dine with the Secretary, but
      engaged myself to a private dinner with Mr. Lewis, and one friend more. We
      go to London to-morrow; for Lord Dartmouth, the other Secretary, is come,
      and they are here their weeks by turns.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Lord Treasurer comes every Saturday to Windsor, and goes away on Monday
      or Tuesday. I was with him this morning at his levee, for one cannot see
      him otherwise here, he is so hurried: we had some talk; and I told him I
      would stay this week at Windsor by myself, where I can have more leisure
      to do some business that concerns them. Lord Treasurer and the Secretary
      thought to mortify me; for they told me they had been talking a great deal
      of me to-day to the Queen, and she said she had never heard of me. I told
      them that was their fault, and not hers, etc., and so we laughed. I dined
      with the Secretary, and let him go to London at five without me; and here
      am I alone in the Prebendary's house, which Mr. Secretary has taken; only
      Mr. Lewis is in my neighbourhood, and we shall be good company. The
      Vice-Chamberlain,(16) and Mr. Masham, and the Green Cloth,(17) have
      promised me dinners. I shall want but four till Mr. Secretary returns. We
      have a music-meeting in our town to-night. I went to the rehearsal of it,
      and there was Margarita,(18) and her sister, and another drab, and a
      parcel of fiddlers: I was weary, and would not go to the meeting, which I
      am sorry for, because I heard it was a great assembly. Mr. Lewis came from
      it, and sat with me till just now; and 'tis late.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I can do no business, I fear, because Mr. Lewis, who has nothing or
      little to do here, sticks close to me. I dined today with the gentlemen
      ushers, among scurvy company; but the Queen was hunting the stag till four
      this afternoon, and she drove in her chaise above forty miles, and it was
      five before we went to dinner. Here are fine walks about this town. I
      sometimes walk up the avenue.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. There was a Drawing-room to-day at Court; but so few company, that the
      Queen sent for us into her bed-chamber, where we made our bows, and stood
      about twenty of us round the room, while she looked at us round with her
      fan in her mouth, and once a minute said about three words to some that
      were nearest her, and then she was told dinner was ready, and went out. I
      dined at the Green Cloth, by Mr. Scarborow's(19) invitation, who is in
      waiting. It is much the best table in England, and costs the Queen a
      thousand pounds a month while she is at Windsor or Hampton Court, and is
      the only mark of magnificence or hospitality I can see in the Queen's
      family: it is designed to entertain foreign Ministers, and people of
      quality, who come to see the Queen, and have no place to dine at.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Mr. Coke, the Vice-Chamberlain, made me a long visit this morning, and
      invited me to dinner; but the toast, his lady,(20) was unfortunately
      engaged to Lady Sunderland.(21) Lord Treasurer stole here last night, but
      did not lie at his lodgings in the Castle; and, after seeing the Queen,
      went back again. I just drank a dish of chocolate with him. I fancy I
      shall have reason to be angry with him very soon; but what care I? I
      believe I shall die with Ministries in my debt.&mdash;This night I
      received a certain letter from a place called Wexford, from two dear
      naughty girls of my acquaintance; but, faith, I will not answer it here,
      no in troth. I will send this to Mr. Reading, supposing it will find you
      returned; and I hope better for the waters.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. Mr. Vice-Chamberlain lent me his horses to ride about and see the
      country this morning. Dr. Arbuthnot, the Queen's physician and favourite,
      went out with me to show me the places: we went a little after the Queen,
      and overtook Miss Forester,(22) a maid of honour, on her palfrey, taking
      the air; we made her go along with us. We saw a place they have made for a
      famous horse-race to-morrow, where the Queen will come. We met the Queen
      coming back, and Miss Forester stood, like us, with her hat off while the
      Queen went by. The Doctor and I left the lady where we found her, but
      under other conductors; and we dined at a little place he has taken, about
      a mile off.&mdash;When I came back I found Mr. Scarborow had sent all
      about to invite me to the Green Cloth, and lessened his company on purpose
      to make me easy. It is very obliging, and will cost me thanks. Much
      company is come to town this evening, to see to-morrow's race. I was tired
      with riding a trotting mettlesome horse a dozen miles, having not been on
      horseback this twelvemonth. And Miss Forester did not make it easier; she
      is a silly true maid of honour, and I did not like her, although she be a
      toast, and was dressed like a man.(23)
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I will send this letter to-day. I expect the Secretary by noon. I will
      not go to the race unless I can get room in some coach. It is now morning.
      I must rise, and fold up and seal my letter. Farewell, and God preserve
      dearest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      I believe I shall leave this town on Monday.
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      WINDSOR, Aug. 11, 1711.
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    <p>
      I sent away my twenty-seventh this morning in an express to London, and
      directed to Mr. Reading: this shall go to your lodgings, where I reckon
      you will be returned before it reaches you. I intended to go to the
      race(1) to-day, but was hindered by a visit: I believe I told you so in my
      last. I dined to-day at the Green Cloth, where everybody had been at the
      race but myself, and we were twenty in all, and very noisy company; but I
      made the Vice-Chamberlain and two friends more sit at a side table, to be
      a little quiet. At six I went to see the Secretary, who is returned; but
      Lord Keeper sent to desire I would sup with him, where I stayed till just
      now: Lord Treasurer and Secretary were to come to us, but both failed.
      'Tis late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I was this morning to visit Lord Keeper, who made me reproaches that I
      had never visited him at Windsor. He had a present sent him of delicious
      peaches, and he was champing and champing, but I durst not eat one; I
      wished Dingley had some of them, for poor Stella can no more eat fruit
      than Presto. Dilly Ashe is come to Windsor; and after church I carried him
      up to the drawing-room, and talked to the Keeper and Treasurer, on purpose
      to show them to him; and he saw the Queen and several great lords, and the
      Duchess of Montagu;(2) he was mighty happy, and resolves to fill a letter
      to the Bishop.(3) My friend Lewis and I dined soberly with Dr. Adams,(4)
      the only neighbour prebendary. One of the prebendaries here is lately a
      peer, by the death of his father. He is now Lord Willoughby of Broke,(5)
      and will sit in the House of Lords with his gown. I supped to-night at
      Masham's with Lord Treasurer, Mr. Secretary, and Prior. The Treasurer made
      us stay till twelve, before he came from the Queen, and 'tis now past two.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I reckoned upon going to London to-day; but by an accident the Cabinet
      Council did not sit last night, and sat to-day, so we go to-morrow at six
      in the morning. I missed the race to-day by coming out too late, when
      everybody's coach was gone, and ride I would not: I felt my last riding
      three days after. We had a dinner to-day at the Secretary's lodgings
      without him: Mr. Hare,(6) his Under Secretary, Mr. Lewis, Brigadier
      Sutton,(7) and I, dined together; and I made the Vice-Chamberlain take a
      snap with us, rather than stay till five for his lady, who was gone to the
      race. The reason why the Cabinet Council was not held last night was
      because Mr. Secretary St. John would not sit with your Duke of
      Somerset.(8) So to-day the Duke was forced to go to the race while the
      Cabinet was held. We have music-meetings in our town, and I was at the
      rehearsal t'other day; but I did not value it, nor would go to the
      meeting. Did I tell you this before?
    </p>
    <p>
      London, 14. We came to town this day in two hours and forty minutes:
      twenty miles are nothing here. I found a letter from the Archbishop of
      Dublin, sent me the Lord knows how. He says some of the bishops will
      hardly believe that Lord Treasurer got the Queen to remit the First-Fruits
      before the Duke of Ormond was declared Lord Lieutenant, and that the
      bishops have written a letter to Lord Treasurer to thank him. He has sent
      me the address of the Convocation, ascribing, in good part, that affair to
      the Duke, who had less share in it than MD; for if it had not been for MD,
      I should not have been so good a solicitor. I dined to-day in the City,
      about a little bit of mischief, with a printer.&mdash;I found Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh all in combustion, squabbling with her rogue of a landlord; she
      has left her house, and gone out of our neighbourhood a good way. Her
      eldest daughter is come of age, and going to Ireland to look after her
      fortune, and get it in her own hands.(9)
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I dined to-day with Mrs. Van, who goes to-night to her new lodgings. I
      went at six to see Lord Treasurer; but his company was gone, contrary to
      custom, and he was busy, and I was forced to stay some time before I could
      see him. We were together hardly an hour, and he went away, being in
      haste. He desired me to dine with him on Friday, because there would be a
      friend of his that I must see: my Lord Harley told me, when he was gone,
      that it was Mrs. Masham his father meant, who is come to town to lie-in,
      and whom I never saw, though her husband is one of our Society. God send
      her a good time! her death would be a terrible thing.(10)&mdash;Do you
      know that I have ventured all my credit with these great Ministers, to
      clear some misunderstandings betwixt them; and if there be no breach, I
      ought to have the merit of it. 'Tis a plaguy ticklish piece of work, and a
      man hazards losing both sides. It is a pity the world does not know my
      virtue.&mdash;I thought the clergy in Convocation in Ireland would have
      given me thanks for being their solicitor; but I hear of no such thing.
      Pray talk occasionally on that subject, and let me know what you hear. Do
      you know the greatness of my spirit, that I value their thanks not a rush,
      but at my return shall freely let all people know that it was my Lord
      Treasurer's action, wherein the Duke of Ormond had no more share than a
      cat? And so they may go whistle, and I'll go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I was this day in the City, and dined at Pontack's(11) with Stratford,
      and two other merchants. Pontack told us, although his wine was so good,
      he sold it cheaper than others; he took but seven shillings a flask. Are
      not these pretty rates? The books he sent for from Hamburg are come, but
      not yet got out of the custom-house. My library will be at least double
      when I come back. I shall go to Windsor again on Saturday, to meet our
      Society, who are to sup at Mr. Secretary's; but I believe I shall return
      on Monday, and then I will answer your letter, that lies here safe
      underneath;&mdash;I see it; lie still: I will answer you when the ducks
      have eaten up the dirt.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I dined to-day at Lord Treasurer's with Mrs. Masham, and she is
      extremely like one Mrs. Malolly, that was once my landlady in Trim. She
      was used with mighty kindness and respect, like a favourite. It signifies
      nothing going to this Lord Treasurer about business, although it be his
      own. He was in haste, and desires I will come again, and dine with him
      to-morrow. His famous lying porter is fallen sick, and they think he will
      die: I wish I had all my half-crowns again. I believe I have told you he
      is an old Scotch fanatic, and the damn'dest liar in his office alive.(12)
      I have a mind to recommend Patrick to succeed him: I have trained him up
      pretty well. I reckon for certain you are now in town. The weather now
      begins to alter to rain.
    </p>
    <p>
      Windsor, 18. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer, and he would make me go
      with him to Windsor, although I was engaged to the Secretary, to whom I
      made my excuses: we had in the coach besides, his son and son-in-law, Lord
      Harley and Lord Dupplin, who are two of our Society, and seven of us met
      by appointment, and supped this night with the Secretary. It was past nine
      before we got here, but a fine moonshiny night. I shall go back, I
      believe, on Monday. 'Tis very late.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. The Queen did not stir out to-day, she is in a little fit of the gout.
      I dined at Mr. Masham's; we had none but our Society members, six in all,
      and I supped with Lord Treasurer. The Queen has ordered twenty thousand
      pounds to go on with the building at Blenheim, which has been starved till
      now, since the change of the Ministry.(13) I suppose it is to reward his
      last action of getting into the French lines.(14) Lord Treasurer kept me
      till past twelve.
    </p>
    <p>
      London, 20. It rained terribly every step of our journey to-day: I
      returned with the Secretary after a dinner of cold meat, and went to Mrs.
      Van's, where I sat the evening. I grow very idle, because I have a great
      deal of business. Tell me how you passed your time at Wexford; and are not
      you glad at heart you have got home safe to your lodgings at St. Mary's,
      pray? And so your friends come to visit you; and Mrs. Walls is much better
      of her eye; and the Dean is just as he used to be: and what does Walls say
      of London? 'tis a reasoning coxcomb. And Goody Stoyte, and Hannah what
      d'ye call her; no, her name an't Hannah, Catherine I mean; they were so
      glad to see the ladies again! and Mrs. Manley wanted a companion at ombre.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I writ to-day to the Archbishop of Dublin, and enclosed a long politic
      paper by itself. You know the bishops are all angry (smoke the wax-candle
      drop at the bottom of this paper) I have let the world know the
      First-Fruits were got by Lord Treasurer before the Duke of Ormond was
      Governor. I told Lord Treasurer all this, and he is very angry; but I
      pacified him again by telling him they were fools, and knew nothing of
      what passed here; but thought all was well enough if they complimented the
      Duke of Ormond. Lord Treasurer gave me t'other day a letter of thanks he
      received from the bishops of Ireland, signed by seventeen; and says he
      will write them an answer. The Dean of Carlisle sat with me to-day till
      three; and I went to dine with Lord Treasurer, who dined abroad, so did
      the Secretary, and I was left in the suds. 'Twas almost four, and I got to
      Sir Matthew Dudley, who had half dined. Thornhill, who killed Sir Cholmley
      Dering,(15) was murdered by two men, on Turnham Green, last Monday night:
      as they stabbed him, they bid him remember Sir Cholmley Dering. They had
      quarrelled at Hampton Court, and followed and stabbed him on horseback. We
      have only a Grub Street paper of it, but I believe it is true. I went
      myself through Turnham Green the same night, which was yesterday.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. We have had terrible rains these two or three days. I intended to dine
      at Lord Treasurer's, but went to see Lady Abercorn, who is come to town,
      and my lord; and I dined with them, and visited Lord Treasurer this
      evening. His porter is mending. I sat with my lord about three hours, and
      am come home early to be busy. Passing by White's Chocolate-house,(16) my
      brother Masham called me, and told me his wife was brought to bed of a
      boy, and both very well. (Our Society, you must know, are all brothers.)
      Dr. Garth told us that Mr. Henley(17) is dead of an apoplexy. His
      brother-in-law, Earl Poulett, is gone down to the Grange, to take care of
      his funeral. The Earl of Danby,(18) the Duke of Leeds's eldest grandson, a
      very hopeful young man of about twenty, is dead at Utrecht of the
      smallpox.&mdash;I long to know whether you begin to have any good effect
      by your waters.&mdash;Methinks this letter goes on slowly; 'twill be a
      fortnight next Saturday since it was begun, and one side not filled. O fie
      for shame, Presto! Faith, I'm so tosticated to and from Windsor, that I
      know not what to say; but, faith, I'll go to Windsor again on Saturday, if
      they ask me, not else. So lose your money again, now you are come home;
      do, sirrah.
    </p>
    <p>
      Take your magnifying-glass, Madam Dingley.
    </p>
    <p>
      You shan't read this, sirrah Stella; don't read it for your life, for fear
      of your dearest eyes.
    </p>
    <p>
      There's enough for this side; these Ministers hinder me. Pretty, dear,
      little, naughty, saucy MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      Silly, impudent, loggerhead Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Dilly and I dined to-day with Lord Abercorn, and had a fine fat haunch
      of venison, that smelt rarely on one side: and after dinner Dilly won half
      a crown of me at backgammon at his lodgings, to his great content. It is a
      scurvy empty town this melancholy season of the year; but I think our
      weather begins to mend. The roads are as deep as in winter. The grapes are
      sad things; but the peaches are pretty good, and there are some figs. I
      sometimes venture to eat one, but always repent it. You say nothing of the
      box sent half a year ago. I wish you would pay me for Mrs. Walls's tea.
      Your mother is in the country, I suppose. Pray send me the account of MD,
      Madam Dingley, as it stands since November,(19) that is to say, for this
      year (excluding the twenty pounds lent Stella for Wexford), for I cannot
      look in your letters. I think I ordered that Hawkshaw's interest should be
      paid to you. When you think proper, I will let Parvisol know you have paid
      that twenty pounds, or part of it; and so go play with the Dean, and I
      will answer your letter to-morrow. Good-night, sirrahs, and love Presto,
      and be good girls.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer, who chid me for not dining with
      him yesterday, for it seems I did not understand his invitation; and their
      Club of the Ministry dined together, and expected me. Lord Radnor(20) and
      I were walking the Mall this evening; and Mr. Secretary met us, and took a
      turn or two, and then stole away, and we both believed it was to pick up
      some wench; and to-morrow he will be at the Cabinet with the Queen: so
      goes the world! Prior has been out of town these two months, nobody knows
      where, and is lately returned. People confidently affirm he has been in
      France, and I half believe it. It is said he was sent by the Ministry, and
      for some overtures towards a peace. The Secretary pretends he knows
      nothing of it. I believe your Parliament will be dissolved. I have been
      talking about the quarrel between your Lords and Commons with Lord
      Treasurer, and did, at the request of some people, desire that the Queen's
      answer to the Commons' address might express a dislike of some principles,
      etc.; but was answered dubiously.&mdash;And so now to your letter, fair
      ladies. I know drinking is bad; I mean writing is bad in drinking the
      waters; and was angry to see so much in Stella's hand. But why Dingley
      drinks them, I cannot imagine; but truly she'll drink waters as well as
      Stella: why not? I hope you now find the benefit of them since you are
      returned; pray let me know particularly. I am glad you are forced upon
      exercise, which, I believe, is as good as the waters for the heart of
      them. 'Tis now past the middle of August; so by your reckoning you are in
      Dublin. It would vex me to the dogs that letters should miscarry between
      Dublin and Wexford, after 'scaping the salt seas. I will write no more to
      that nasty town in haste again, I warrant you. I have been four Sundays
      together at Windsor, of which a fortnight together; but I believe I shall
      not go to-morrow, for I will not, unless the Secretary asks me. I know all
      your news about the Mayor: it makes no noise here at all, but the quarrel
      of your Parliament does; it is so very extraordinary, and the language of
      the Commons so very pretty. The Examiner has been down this month, and was
      very silly the five or six last papers; but there is a pamphlet come out,
      in answer to a letter to the seven Lords who examined Gregg.(21) The
      Answer(22) is by the real author of the Examiner, as I believe; for it is
      very well written. We had Trapp's poem on the Duke of Ormond(23) printed
      here, and the printer sold just eleven of them. 'Tis a dull piece, not
      half so good as Stella's; and she is very modest to compare herself with
      such a poetaster. I am heartily sorry for poor Mrs. Parnell's(24) death;
      she seemed to be an excellent good-natured young woman, and I believe the
      poor lad is much afflicted; they appeared to live perfectly well together.
      Dilly is not tired at all with England, but intends to continue here a
      good while: he is mighty easy to be at distance from his two
      sisters-in-law. He finds some sort of scrub acquaintance; goes now and
      then in disguise to a play; smokes his pipe; reads now and then a little
      trash, and what else the Lord knows. I see him now and then; for he calls
      here, and the town being thin, I am less pestered with company than usual.
      I have got rid of many of my solicitors, by doing nothing for them: I have
      not above eight or nine left, and I'll be as kind to them. Did I tell you
      of a knight who desired me to speak to Lord Treasurer to give him two
      thousand pounds, or five hundred pounds a year, until he could get
      something better? I honestly delivered my message to the Treasurer,
      adding, the knight was a puppy, whom I would not give a groat to save from
      the gallows. Cole Reading's father-in-law has been two or three times at
      me, to recommend his lights to the Ministry, assuring me that a word of
      mine would, etc. Did not that dog use to speak ill of me, and profess to
      hate me? He knows not where I lodge, for I told him I lived in the
      country; and I have ordered Patrick to deny me constantly to him.&mdash;Did
      the Bishop of London(25) die in Wexford? poor gentleman! Did he drink the
      waters? were you at his burial? was it a great funeral? so far from his
      friends! But he was very old: we shall all follow. And yet it was a pity,
      if God pleased. He was a good man; not very learned: I believe he died but
      poor. Did he leave any charity legacies? who held up his pall? was there a
      great sight of clergy? do they design a tomb for him?&mdash;Are you sure
      it was the Bishop of London? because there is an elderly gentleman here
      that we give the same title to: or did you fancy all this in your water,
      as others do strange things in their wine? They say these waters trouble
      the head, and make people imagine what never came to pass. Do you make no
      more of killing a Bishop? are these your Whiggish tricks?&mdash;Yes, yes,
      I see you are in a fret. O, faith, says you, saucy Presto, I'll break your
      head; what, can't one report what one hears, without being made a jest and
      a laughing-stock? Are these your English tricks, with a murrain? And
      Sacheverell will be the next Bishop? He would be glad of an addition of
      two hundred pounds a year to what he has, and that is more than they will
      give him, for aught I see. He hates the new Ministry mortally, and they
      hate him, and pretend to despise him too. They will not allow him to have
      been the occasion of the late change; at least some of them will not: but
      my Lord Keeper owned it to me the other day. No, Mr. Addison does not go
      to Ireland this year: he pretended he would; but he is gone to Bath with
      Pastoral Philips, for his eyes.&mdash;So now I have run over your letter;
      and I think this shall go to-morrow, which will be just a fortnight from
      the last, and bring things to the old form again, after your rambles to
      Wexford, and mine to Windsor. Are there not many literal faults in my
      letters? I never read them over, and I fancy there are. What do you do
      then? do you guess my meaning, or are you acquainted with my manner of
      mistaking? I lost my handkerchief in the Mall to-night with Lord Radnor;
      but I made him walk with me to find it, and find it I did not. Tisdall(26)
      (that lodges with me) and I have had no conversation, nor do we pull off
      our hats in the streets. There is a cousin of his (I suppose,) a young
      parson, that lodges in the house too; a handsome, genteel fellow. Dick
      Tighe(27) and his wife lodged over against us; and he has been seen, out
      of our upper windows, beating her two or three times: they are both gone
      to Ireland, but not together; and he solemnly vows never to live with her.
      Neighbours do not stick to say that she has a tongue: in short, I am told
      she is the most urging, provoking devil that ever was born; and he a hot,
      whiffling(28) puppy, very apt to resent. I'll keep this bottom till
      to-morrow: I'm sleepy.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was with the Secretary this morning, who was in a mighty hurry, and
      went to Windsor in a chariot with Lord Keeper; so I was not invited, and
      am forced to stay at home, but not at all against my will; for I could
      have gone, and would not. I dined in the City with one of my printers, for
      whom I got the Gazette, and am come home early; and have nothing to say to
      you more, but finish this letter, and not send it by the bellman. Days
      grow short, and the weather grows bad, and the town is splenetic, and
      things are so oddly contrived that I cannot be absent; otherwise I would
      go for a few days to Oxford, as I promised.&mdash;They say it is certain
      that Prior has been in France,(29) nobody doubts it: I had not time to ask
      the Secretary, he was in such haste. Well, I will take my leave of dearest
      MD for a while; for I must begin my next letter to-night: consider that,
      young women; and pray be merry, and good girls, and love Presto. There is
      now but one business the Ministry want me for, and when that is done, I
      will take my leave of them. I never got a penny from them, nor expect it.
      In my opinion, some things stand very ticklish; I dare say nothing at this
      distance. Farewell, dear sirrahs, dearest lives: there is peace and quiet
      with MD, and nowhere else. They have not leisure here to think of small
      things, which may ruin them; and I have been forward enough. Farewell
      again, dearest rogues; I am never happy but when I write or think of MD. I
      have enough of Courts and Ministries, and wish I were at Laracor; and if I
      could with honour come away this moment, I would. Bernage(30) came to see
      me to-day; he is just landed from Portugal, and come to raise recruits; he
      looks very well, and seems pleased with his station and manner of life. He
      never saw London nor England before; he is ravished with Kent, which was
      his first prospect when he landed. Farewell again, etc. etc.
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      LETTER 29.
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      LONDON, Aug. 25, 1711.
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    <p>
      I have got a pretty small gilt sheet of paper, to write to MD. I have this
      moment sent my 28th by Patrick, who tells me he has put it in the
      post-office; 'tis directed to your lodgings: if it wants more particular
      direction, you must set me right. It is now a solar month and two days
      since the date of your last, N.18; and I reckon you are now quiet at home,
      and thinking to begin your 19th, which will be full of your quarrel
      between the two Houses, all which I know already. Where shall I dine
      to-morrow? can you tell? Mrs. Vanhomrigh boards now, and cannot invite
      one; and there I used to dine when I was at a loss: and all my friends are
      gone out of town, and your town is now at the fullest, with your
      Parliament and Convocation. But let me alone, sirrahs; for Presto is going
      to be very busy; not Presto, but the other I.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. People have so left the town that I am at a loss for a dinner. It is a
      long time since I have been at London upon a Sunday; and the Ministers are
      all at Windsor. It cost me eighteenpence in coach-hire before I could find
      a place to dine in. I went to Frankland's,(1) and he was abroad, and the
      drab his wife looked out at window, and bowed to me without inviting me
      up: so I dined with Mr. Coote,(2) my Lord Mountrath's brother; my lord is
      with you in Ireland. This morning at five my Lord Jersey(3) died of the
      gout in his stomach, or apoplexy, or both: he was abroad yesterday, and
      his death was sudden. He was Chamberlain to King William, and a great
      favourite, turned out by the Queen as a Tory, and stood now fair to be
      Privy Seal; and by his death will, I suppose, make that matter easier,
      which has been a very stubborn business at Court, as I have been informed.
      I never remember so many people of quality to have died in so short a
      time.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I went to-day into the City, to thank Stratford for my books, and dine
      with him, and settle my affairs of my money in the Bank, and receive a
      bill for Mrs. Wesley for some things I am to buy for her; and the d&mdash;&mdash;
      a one of all these could I do. The merchants were all out of town, and I
      was forced to go to a little hedge place for my dinner. May my enemies
      live here in summer! and yet I am so unlucky that I cannot possibly be out
      of the way at this juncture. People leave the town so late in summer, and
      return so late in winter, that they have almost inverted the seasons. It
      is autumn this good while in St. James's Park; the limes have been losing
      their leaves, and those remaining on the trees are all parched: I hate
      this season, where everything grows worse and worse. The only good thing
      of it is the fruit, and that I dare not eat. Had you any fruit at Wexford?
      A few cherries, and durst not eat them. I do not hear we have yet got a
      new Privy Seal. The Whigs whisper that our new Ministry differ among
      themselves, and they begin to talk out Mr. Secretary: they have some
      reasons for their whispers, although I thought it was a greater secret. I
      do not much like the posture of things; I always apprehended that any
      falling out would ruin them, and so I have told them several times. The
      Whigs are mighty full of hopes at present; and whatever is the matter, all
      kind of stocks fall. I have not yet talked with the Secretary about
      Prior's journey. I should be apt to think it may foretell a peace, and
      that is all we have to preserve us. The Secretary is not come from
      Windsor, but I expect him to-morrow. Burn all politics!
    </p>
    <p>
      28. We begin to have fine weather, and I walked to-day to Chelsea, and
      dined with the Dean of Carlisle, who is laid up with the gout. It is now
      fixed that he is to be Dean of Christ Church in Oxford. I was advising him
      to use his interest to prevent any misunderstanding between our Ministers;
      but he is too wise to meddle, though he fears the thing and the
      consequences as much as I. He will get into his own warm, quiet deanery,
      and leave them to themselves; and he is in the right.&mdash;When I came
      home to-night, I found a letter from Mr. Lewis, who is now at Windsor; and
      in it, forsooth, another which looked like Presto's hand; and what should
      it be but a 19th from MD? O, faith, I 'scaped narrowly, for I sent my 28th
      but on Saturday; and what should I have done if I had two letters to
      answer at once? I did not expect another from Wexford, that is certain.
      Well, I must be contented; but you are dear saucy girls, for all that, to
      write so soon again, faith; an't you?
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I dined to-day with Lord Abercorn, and took my leave of them: they set
      out to-morrow for Chester, and, I believe, will now fix in Ireland. They
      have made a pretty good journey of it: his eldest son(4) is married to a
      lady with ten thousand pounds; and his second son(5) has, t'other day, got
      a prize in the lottery of four thousand pounds, beside two small ones of
      two hundred pounds each: nay, the family was so fortunate, that my lord
      bestowing one ticket, which is a hundred pounds, to one of his servants,
      who had been his page, the young fellow got a prize, which has made it
      another hundred. I went in the evening to Lord Treasurer, who desires I
      will dine with him to-morrow, when he will show me the answer he designs
      to return to the letter of thanks from your bishops in Ireland. The
      Archbishop of Dublin desired me to get myself mentioned in the answer
      which my lord would send; but I sent him word I would not open my lips to
      my lord upon it. He says it would convince the bishops of what I have
      affirmed, that the First-Fruits were granted before the Duke of Ormond was
      declared Governor; and I writ to him that I would not give a farthing to
      convince them. My Lord Treasurer began a health to my Lord Privy Seal:
      Prior punned, and said it was so privy, he knew not who it was; but I
      fancy they have fixed it all, and we shall know to-morrow. But what care
      you who is Privy Seal, saucy sluttikins?
    </p>
    <p>
      30. When I went out this morning, I was surprised with the news that the
      Bishop of Bristol is made Lord Privy Seal. You know his name is
      Robinson,(6) and that he was many years Envoy in Sweden. All the friends
      of the present Ministry are extremely glad, and the clergy above the rest.
      The Whigs will fret to death to see a civil employment given to a
      clergyman. It was a very handsome thing in my Lord Treasurer, and will
      bind the Church to him for ever. I dined with him to-day, but he had not
      written his letter;(see above, 29th Aug.) but told me he would not offer
      to send it without showing it to me: he thought that would not be just,
      since I was so deeply concerned in the affair. We had much company: Lord
      Rivers, Mar,(7) and Kinnoull,(8) Mr. Secretary, George Granville, and
      Masham: the last has invited me to the christening of his son to-morrow
      se'ennight; and on Saturday I go to Windsor with Mr. Secretary.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. Dilly and I walked to-day to Kensington to Lady Mountjoy, who invited
      us to dinner. He returned soon, to go to a play, it being the last that
      will be acted for some time: he dresses himself like a beau, and no doubt
      makes a fine figure. I went to visit some people at Kensington: Ophy
      Butler's wife(9) there lies very ill of an ague, which is a very common
      disease here, and little known in Ireland. I am apt to think we shall soon
      have a peace, by the little words I hear thrown out by the Ministry. I
      have just thought of a project to bite the town. I have told you that it
      is now known that Mr. Prior has been lately in France. I will make a
      printer of my own sit by me one day, and I will dictate to him a formal
      relation of Prior's journey,(10) with several particulars, all pure
      invention; and I doubt not but it will take.
    </p>
    <p>
      Sept. 1. Morning. I go to-day to Windsor with Mr. Secretary; and Lord
      Treasurer has promised to bring me back. The weather has been fine for
      some time, and I believe we shall have a great deal of dust.&mdash;At
      night. Windsor. The Secretary and I dined to-day at Parson's Green, at my
      Lord Peterborow's house, who has left it and his gardens to the Secretary
      during his absence. It is the finest garden I have ever seen about this
      town; and abundance of hot walls for grapes, where they are in great
      plenty, and ripening fast. I durst not eat any fruit but one fig; but I
      brought a basket full to my friend Lewis here at Windsor. Does Stella
      never eat any? what, no apricots at Donnybrook! nothing but claret and
      ombre! I envy people maunching and maunching peaches and grapes, and I not
      daring to eat a bit. My head is pretty well, only a sudden turn any time
      makes me giddy for a moment, and sometimes it feels very stuffed; but if
      it grows no worse, I can bear it very well. I take all opportunities of
      walking; and we have a delicious park here just joining to the Castle, and
      an avenue in the great park very wide and two miles long, set with a
      double row of elms on each side. Were you ever at Windsor? I was once, a
      great while ago; but had quite forgotten it.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. The Queen has the gout, and did not come to chapel, nor stir out from
      her chamber, but received the sacrament there, as she always does the
      first Sunday in the month. Yet we had a great Court; and, among others, I
      saw your Ingoldsby,(11) who, seeing me talk very familiarly with the
      Keeper, Treasurer, etc., came up and saluted me, and began a very
      impertinent discourse about the siege of Bouchain. I told him I could not
      answer his questions, but I would bring him one that should; so I went and
      fetched Sutton (who brought over the express about a month ago), and
      delivered him to the General, and bid him answer his questions; and so I
      left them together. Sutton after some time comes back in a rage, finds me
      with Lord Rivers and Masham, and there complains of the trick I had played
      him, and swore he had been plagued to death with Ingoldsby's talk. But he
      told me Ingoldsby asked him what I meant by bringing him; so, I suppose,
      he smoked me a little. So we laughed, etc. My Lord Willoughby,(12) who is
      one of the chaplains, and Prebendary of Windsor, read prayers last night
      to the family; and the Bishop of Bristol, who is Dean of Windsor,
      officiated last night at the Cathedral. This they do to be popular; and it
      pleases mightily. I dined with Mr. Masham, because he lets me have a
      select company: for the Court here have got by the end a good thing I said
      to the Secretary some weeks ago. He showed me his bill of fare, to tempt
      me to dine with him. "Poh," said I, "I value not your bill of fare; give
      me your bill of company." Lord Treasurer was mightily pleased, and told it
      everybody as a notable thing. I reckon upon returning to-morrow: they say
      the Bishop will then have the Privy Seal delivered him at a great Council.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Windsor still. The Council was held so late to-day that I do not go
      back to town till to-morrow. The Bishop was sworn Privy Councillor, and
      had the Privy Seal given him: and now the patents are passed for those who
      were this long time to be made lords or earls. Lord Raby,(13) who is Earl
      of Strafford, is on Thursday to marry a namesake of Stella's; the daughter
      of Sir H. Johnson in the City; he has three-score thousand pounds with
      her, ready money; besides the rest at the father's death. I have got my
      friend Stratford to be one of the directors of the South Sea Company, who
      were named to-day. My Lord Treasurer did it for me a month ago; and one of
      those whom I got to be printer of the Gazette I am recommending to be
      printer to the same company. He treated Mr. Lewis and me to-day at dinner.
      I supped last night and this with Lord Treasurer, Keeper, etc., and took
      occasion to mention the printer. I said it was the same printer whom my
      Lord Treasurer has appointed to print for the South Sea Company. He
      denied, and I insisted on it; and I got the laugh on my side.
    </p>
    <p>
      London, 4. I came as far as Brentford in Lord Rivers's chariot, who had
      business with Lord Treasurer; then I went into Lord Treasurer's. We
      stopped at Kensington, where Lord Treasurer went to see Mrs. Masham, who
      is now what they call in the straw. We got to town by three, and I lighted
      at Lord Treasurer's, who commanded me not to stir: but I was not well; and
      when he went up, I begged the young lord to excuse me, and so went into
      the City by water, where I could be easier, and dined with the printer,
      and dictated to him some part of Prior's Journey to France. I walked from
      the City, for I take all occasions of exercise. Our journey was horridly
      dusty.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. When I went out to-day, I found it had rained mightily in the night,
      and the streets were as dirty as winter: it is very refreshing after ten
      days dry.&mdash;I went into the City, and dined with Stratford, thanked
      him for his books, gave him joy of his being director, of which he had the
      first notice by a letter from me. I ate sturgeon, and it lies on my
      stomach. I almost finished Prior's Journey at the printer's; and came home
      pretty late, with Patrick at my heels.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Morning. But what shall we do about this letter of MD's, N.19? Not a
      word answered yet, and so much paper spent! I cannot do anything in it,
      sweethearts, till night.&mdash;At night. O Lord, O Lord! the greatest
      disgrace that ever was has happened to Presto. What do you think? but,
      when I was going out this forenoon a letter came from MD, N.20, dated
      Dublin. O dear, O dear! O sad, O sad!&mdash;Now I have two letters
      together to answer: here they are, lying together. But I will only answer
      the first; for I came in late. I dined with my friend Lewis at his
      lodgings, and walked at six to Kensington to Mrs. Masham's son's
      christening. It was very private; nobody there but my Lord Treasurer, his
      son and son-in-law, that is to say, Lord Harley and Lord Dupplin, and Lord
      Rivers and I. The Dean of Rochester(14) christened the child, but soon
      went away. Lord Treasurer and Lord Rivers were godfathers; and Mrs.
      Hill,(15) Mrs. Masham's sister, godmother. The child roared like a bull,
      and I gave Mrs. Masham joy of it; and she charged me to take care of my
      nephew, because, Mr. Masham being a brother of our Society, his son, you
      know, is consequently a nephew. Mrs. Masham sat up dressed in bed, but
      not, as they do in Ireland, with all smooth about her, as if she was cut
      off in the middle; for you might see the counterpane (what d'ye call it?)
      rise about her hips and body. There is another name of the counterpane;
      and you will laugh now, sirrahs. George Granville came in at supper, and
      we stayed till eleven; and Lord Treasurer set me down at my lodging in
      Suffolk Street. Did I ever tell you that Lord Treasurer hears ill with the
      left ear, just as I do? He always turns the right, and his servants
      whisper him at that only. I dare not tell him that I am so too, for fear
      he should think I counterfeited, to make my court.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. You must read this before the other; for I mistook, and forgot to write
      yesterday's journal, it was so insignificant. I dined with Dr. Cockburn,
      and sat the evening with Lord Treasurer till ten o'clock. On Thursdays he
      has always a large select company, and expects me. So good-night for last
      night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Morning. I go to Windsor with Lord Treasurer to-day, and will leave
      this behind me, to be sent to the post. And now let us hear what says the
      first letter, N.19. You are still at Wexford, as you say, Madam Dingley. I
      think no letter from me ever yet miscarried. And so Inish-Corthy,(16) and
      the river Slainy; fine words those in a lady's mouth. Your hand like
      Dingley's, you scambling,(17) scattering sluttikin! YES, MIGHTY LIKE
      INDEED, IS NOT IT?(18) Pisshh, do not talk of writing or reading till your
      eyes are well, and long well; only I would have Dingley read sometimes to
      you, that you may not lose the desire of it. God be thanked, that the ugly
      numbing is gone! Pray use exercise when you go to town. What game is that
      ombra which Dr. Elwood(19) and you play at? is it the Spanish game ombre?
      Your card-purse? you a card-purse! you a fiddlestick. You have luck
      indeed; and luck in a bag. What a devil! is that eight-shilling tea-kettle
      copper, or tin japanned? It is like your Irish politeness, raffling for
      tea-kettles. What a splutter you keep, to convince me that Walls has no
      taste! My head continues pretty well. Why do you write, dear sirrah
      Stella, when you find your eyes so weak that you cannot see? what comfort
      is there in reading what you write, when one knows that? So Dingley cannot
      write, because of the clutter of new company come to Wexford! I suppose
      the noise of their hundred horses disturbs you; or do you lie in one
      gallery, as in an hospital? What! you are afraid of losing in Dublin the
      acquaintance you have got in Wexford, and chiefly the Bishop of
      Raphoe,(20) an old, doting, perverse coxcomb? Twenty at a time at
      breakfast. That is like five pounds at a time, when it was never but once.
      I doubt, Madam Dingley, you are apt to lie in your travels, though not so
      bad as Stella; she tells thumpers, as I shall prove in my next, if I find
      this receives encouragement.&mdash;So Dr. Elwood says there are a world of
      pretty things in my works. A pox on his praises! an enemy here would say
      more. The Duke of Buckingham would say as much, though he and I are
      terribly fallen out; and the great men are perpetually inflaming me
      against him: they bring me all he says of me, and, I believe, make it
      worse out of roguery.&mdash;No, 'tis not your pen is bewitched, Madam
      Stella, but your old SCRAWLING, SPLAY-FOOT POT-HOOKS, S, S,(21) ay that's
      it: there the s, s, s, there, there, that's exact. Farewell, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Our fine weather is gone; and I doubt we shall have a rainy journey
      to-day. Faith, 'tis shaving-day, and I have much to do. When Stella says
      her pen was bewitched, it was only because there was a hair in it. You
      know, the fellow they call God-help-it had the same thoughts of his wife,
      and for the same reason. I think this is very well observed, and I
      unfolded the letter to tell you it.
    </p>
    <p>
      Cut off those two notes above; and see the nine pounds indorsed, and
      receive the other; and send me word how my accounts stand, that they may
      be adjusted by Nov. 1.(22) Pray be very particular; but the twenty pounds
      I lend you is not to be included: so make no blunder. I won't wrong you,
      nor you shan't wrong me; that is the short. O Lord, how stout Presto is of
      late! But he loves MD more than his life a thousand times, for all his
      stoutness; tell them that; and that I'll swear it, as hope saved, ten
      millions of times, etc. etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      I open my letter once more, to tell Stella that if she does not use
      exercise after her waters, it will lose all the effects of them: I should
      not live if I did not take all opportunities of walking. Pray, pray, do
      this, to oblige poor Presto.
    </p>
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      LETTER 30.
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      WINDSOR, Sept. 8, 1711.
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    <p>
      I made the coachman stop, and put in my twenty-ninth at the post-office at
      two o'clock to-day, as I was going to Lord Treasurer, with whom I dined,
      and came here by a quarter-past eight; but the moon shone, and so we were
      not in much danger of overturning; which, however, he values not a straw,
      and only laughs when I chide at him for it. There was nobody but he and I,
      and we supped together, with Mr. Masham, and Dr. Arbuthnot, the Queen's
      favourite physician, a Scotchman. I could not keep myself awake after
      supper, but did all I was able to disguise it, and thought I came off
      clear; but, at parting, he told me I had got my nap already. It is now one
      o'clock; but he loves sitting up late.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. The Queen is still in the gout, but recovering: she saw company in her
      bed-chamber after church; but the crowd was so great, I could not see her.
      I dined with my brother Sir William Wyndham,(1) and some others of our
      Society, to avoid the great tables on Sunday at Windsor, which I hate. The
      usual company supped to-night at Lord Treasurer's, which was Lord Keeper,
      Mr. Secretary, George Granville, Masham, Arbuthnot, and I. But showers
      have hindered me from walking to-day, and that I do not love.&mdash;Noble
      fruit, and I dare not eat a bit. I ate one fig to-day, and sometimes a few
      mulberries, because it is said they are wholesome, and you know a good
      name does much. I shall return to town to-morrow, though I thought to have
      stayed a week, to be at leisure for something I am doing. But I have put
      it off till next; for I shall come here again on Saturday, when our
      Society are to meet at supper at Mr. Secretary's. My life is very regular
      here: on Sunday morning I constantly visit Lord Keeper, and sup at Lord
      Treasurer's with the same set of company. I was not sleepy to-night; I
      resolved I would not; yet it is past midnight at this present writing.
    </p>
    <p>
      London, 10. Lord Treasurer and Masham and I left Windsor at three this
      afternoon: we dropped Masham at Kensington with his lady, and got home by
      six. It was seven before we sat down to dinner, and I stayed till past
      eleven. Patrick came home with the Secretary: I am more plagued with
      Patrick and my portmantua than with myself. I forgot to tell you that when
      I went to Windsor on Saturday I overtook Lady Giffard and Mrs. Fenton(2)
      in a chariot, going, I suppose, to Sheen. I was then in a chariot too, of
      Lord Treasurer's brother, who had business with the Treasurer; and my lord
      came after, and overtook me at Turnham Green, four miles from London; and
      then the brother went back, and I went in the coach with Lord Treasurer:
      so it happened that those people saw me, and not with Lord Treasurer. Mrs.
      F. was to see me about a week ago; and desired I would get her son into
      the Charter-house.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. This morning the printer sent me an account of Prior's Journey;(3) it
      makes a twopenny pamphlet. I suppose you will see it, for I dare engage it
      will run; 'tis a formal, grave lie, from the beginning to the end. I writ
      all but about the last page; that I dictated, and the printer writ. Mr.
      Secretary sent to me to dine where he did; it was at Prior's: when I came
      in, Prior showed me the pamphlet, seemed to be angry, and said, "Here is
      our English liberty!" I read some of it, and said I liked it mightily, and
      envied the rogue the thought; for, had it come into my head, I should have
      certainly done it myself. We stayed at Prior's till past ten; and then the
      Secretary received a packet with the news of Bouchain being taken, for
      which the guns will go off to-morrow. Prior owned his having been in
      France, for it was past denying: it seems he was discovered by a rascal at
      Dover, who had positive orders to let him pass. I believe we shall have a
      peace.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. It is terrible rainy weather, and has cost me three shillings in
      coaches and chairs to-day, yet I was dirty into the bargain. I was three
      hours this morning with the Secretary about some business of moment, and
      then went into the City to dine. The printer tells me he sold yesterday a
      thousand of Prior's Journey, and had printed five hundred more. It will do
      rarely, I believe, and is a pure bite. And what is MD doing all this
      while? got again to their cards, their Walls, their deans, their Stoytes,
      and their claret? Pray present my service to Mr. Stoyte and Catherine.
      Tell Goody Stoyte she owes me a world of dinners, and I will shortly come
      over and demand them.&mdash;Did I tell you of the Archbishop of Dublin's
      last letter? He had been saying, in several of his former, that he would
      shortly write to me something about myself; and it looked as if he
      intended something for me: at last out it comes, and consists of two
      parts. First, he advises me to strike in for some preferment now I have
      friends; and secondly, he advises me, since I have parts, and learning,
      and a happy pen, to think of some new subject in divinity not handled by
      others, which I should manage better than anybody. A rare spark this, with
      a pox! but I shall answer him as rarely. Methinks he should have invited
      me over, and given me some hopes or promises. But hang him! and so
      good-night, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. It rained most furiously all this morning till about twelve, and
      sometimes thundered; I trembled for my shillings, but it cleared up, and I
      made a shift to get a walk in the Park, and then went with the Secretary
      to dine with Lord Treasurer. Upon Thursdays there is always a select
      company: we had the Duke of Shrewsbury, Lord Rivers, the two Secretaries,
      Mr. Granville, and Mr. Prior. Half of them went to Council at six; but
      Rivers, Granville, Prior, and I, stayed till eight. Prior was often
      affecting to be angry at the account of his journey to Paris; and indeed
      the two last pages, which the printer got somebody to add,(4) are so
      romantic, they spoil all the rest. Dilly Ashe pretended to me that he was
      only going to Oxford and Cambridge for a fortnight, and then would come
      back. I could not see him as I appointed t'other day; but some of his
      friends tell me he took leave of them as going to Ireland; and so they say
      at his lodging. I believe the rogue was ashamed to tell me so, because I
      advised him to stay the winter, and he said he would. I find he had got
      into a good set of scrub acquaintance, and I thought passed his time very
      merrily; but I suppose he languished after Balderig, and the claret of
      Dublin; and, after all, I think he is in the right; for he can eat, drink,
      and converse better there than here. Bernage was with me this morning: he
      calls now and then; he is in terrible fear of a peace. He said he never
      had his health so well as in Portugal. He is a favourite of his Colonel.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. I was mortified enough to-day, not knowing where in the world to dine,
      the town is so empty. I met H. Coote,(5) and thought he would invite me,
      but he did not: Sir John Stanley did not come into my head; so I took up
      with Mrs. Van, and dined with her and her damned landlady, who, I believe,
      by her eyebrows, is a bawd. This evening I met Addison and Pastoral
      Philips in the Park, and supped with them at Addison's lodgings: we were
      very good company, and I yet know no man half so agreeable to me as he is.
      I sat with them till twelve, so you may think it is late, young women;
      however, I would have some little conversation with MD before your Presto
      goes to bed, because it makes me sleep, and dream, and so forth. Faith,
      this letter goes on slowly enough, sirrahs; but I cannot write much at a
      time till you are quite settled after your journey, you know, and have
      gone all your visits, and lost your money at ombre. You never play at
      chess now, Stella. That puts me in mind of Dick Tighe; I fancy I told you
      he used to beat his wife here; and she deserved it; and he resolves to
      part with her; and they went to Ireland in different coaches. O Lord, I
      said all this before, I am sure. Go to bed, sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      Windsor, 15. I made the Secretary stop at Brentford, because we set out at
      two this afternoon, and fasting would not agree with me. I only designed
      to eat a bit of bread-and-butter; but he would light, and we ate roast
      beef like dragons. And he made me treat him and two more gentlemen; faith,
      it cost me a guinea. I do not like such jesting, yet I was mightily
      pleased with it too. To-night our Society met at the Secretary's: there
      were nine of us; and we have chosen a new member, the Earl of Jersey,(6)
      whose father died lately. 'Tis past one, and I have stolen away.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I design to stay here this week by myself, about some business that
      lies on my hands, and will take up a great deal of time. Dr. Adams,(7) one
      of the canons, invited me to-day to dinner. The tables are so full here on
      Sunday that it is hard to dine with a few, and Dr. Adams knows I love to
      do so; which is very obliging. The Queen saw company in her bed-chamber;
      she looks very well, but she sat down. I supped with Lord Treasurer as
      usual, and stayed till past one as usual, and with our usual company,
      except Lord Keeper, who did not come this time to Windsor. I hate these
      suppers mortally, but I seldom eat anything.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Lord Treasurer and Mr. Secretary stay here till tomorrow; some
      business keeps them, and I am sorry for it, for they hinder me a day. Mr.
      Lewis and I were going to dine soberly with a little Court friend at one.
      But Lord Harley and Lord Dupplin kept me by force, and said we should dine
      at Lord Treasurer's, who intended to go at four to London. I stayed like a
      fool, and went with the two young lords to Lord Treasurer, who very fairly
      turned us all three out of doors. They both were invited to the Duke of
      Somerset, but he was gone to a horse-race, and would not come till five;
      so we were forced to go to a tavern, and sent for wine from Lord
      Treasurer's, who at last, we were told, did not go to town till the
      morrow, and at Lord Treasurer's we supped again; and I desired him to let
      me add four shillings to the bill I gave him. We sat up till two, yet I
      must write to little MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. They are all gone early this morning, and I am alone to seek my
      fortune; but Dr. Arbuthnot engages me for my dinners; and he yesterday
      gave me my choice of place, person, and victuals for to-day. So I chose to
      dine with Mrs. Hill, who is one of the dressers, and Mrs. Masham's sister,
      no company but us three, and to have a shoulder of mutton, a small one;
      which was exactly, only there was too much victuals besides; and the
      Doctor's wife(8) was of the company. And to-morrow Mrs. Hill and I are to
      dine with the Doctor. I have seen a fellow often about Court whom I
      thought I knew. I asked who he was, and they told me it was the gentleman
      porter; then I called him to mind; he was Killy's acquaintance (I won't
      say yours); I think his name is Lovet,(9) or Lovel, or something like it.
      I believe he does not know me, and in my present posture I shall not be
      fond of renewing old acquaintance; I believe I used to see him with the
      Bradleys; and, by the way, I have not seen Mrs. Bradley since I came to
      England. I left your letter in London, like a fool; and cannot answer it
      till I go back, which will not be until Monday next; so this will be above
      a fortnight from my last; but I will fetch it up in my next; so go and
      walk to the Dean's for your health this fine weather.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. The Queen designs to have cards and dancing here next week, which
      makes us think she will stay here longer than we believed. Mrs. Masham is
      not well after her lying-in: I doubt she got some cold; she is lame in one
      of her legs with a rheumatic pain. Dr. Arbuthnot and Mrs. Hill go tomorrow
      to Kensington to see her, and return the same night. Mrs. Hill and I dined
      with the Doctor to-day. I rode out this morning with the Doctor to see
      Cranburn, a house of Lord Ranelagh's,(10) and the Duchess of Marlborough's
      lodge, and the Park; the finest places they are, for nature and
      plantations, that ever I saw; and the finest riding upon artificial roads,
      made on purpose for the Queen. Arbuthnot made me draw up a sham
      subscription for a book, called A History of the Maids of Honour since
      Harry the Eighth, showing they make the best wives, with a list of all the
      maids of honour since, etc.; to pay a crown in hand, and the other crown
      upon delivery of the book; and all in common forms of those things. We got
      a gentleman to write it fair, because my hand is known; and we sent it to
      the maids of honour, when they came to supper. If they bite at it, it will
      be a very good Court jest; and the Queen will certainly have it: we did
      not tell Mrs. Hill.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. To-day I was invited to the Green Cloth by Colonel Godfrey, who
      married the Duke of Marlborough's sister,(11) mother to the Duke of
      Berwick by King James: I must tell you those things that happened before
      you were born. But I made my excuses, and young Harcourt (Lord Keeper's
      son) and I dined with my next neighbour, Dr Adams.(12) Mrs. Masham is
      better, and will be here in three or four days. She had need; for the
      Duchess of Somerset is thought to gain ground daily.&mdash;We have not
      sent you over all your bills; and I think we have altered your money-bill.
      The Duke of Ormond is censured here, by those in power, for very wrong
      management in the affair of the mayoralty.(13) He is governed by fools,
      and has usually much more sense than his advisers, but never proceeds by
      it. I must know how your health continues after Wexford. Walk and use
      exercise, sirrahs both; and get somebody to play at shuttlecock with you,
      Madam Stella, and walk to the Dean's and Donnybrook.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Colonel Godfrey sent to me again to-day; so I dined at the Green
      Cloth, and we had but eleven at dinner, which is a small number there, the
      Court being always thin of company till Saturday night.&mdash;This new ink
      and pen make a strange figure; I MUST WRITE LARGER, YES I MUST, OR STELLA
      WILL NOT BE ABLE TO READ THIS.(14) S. S. S., there is your S's for you,
      Stella. The maids of honour are bit, and have all contributed their
      crowns, and are teasing others to subscribe for the book. I will tell Lord
      Keeper and Lord Treasurer to-morrow; and I believe the Queen will have it.
      After a little walk this evening, I squandered away the rest of it in
      sitting at Lewis's lodging, while he and Dr. Arbuthnot played at picquet.
      I have that foolish pleasure, which I believe nobody has beside me, except
      old Lady Berkeley.(15) But I fretted when I came away: I will loiter so no
      more, for I have a plaguy deal of business upon my hands, and very little
      time to do it. The pamphleteers begin to be very busy against the
      Ministry: I have begged Mr. Secretary to make examples of one or two of
      them, and he assures me he will. They are very bold and abusive.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. This being the day the Ministry come to Windsor, I ate a bit or two at
      Mr. Lewis's lodgings, because I must sup with Lord Treasurer; and at half
      an hour after one, I led Mr. Lewis a walk up the avenue, which is two
      miles long. We walked in all about five miles; but I was so tired with his
      slow walking, that I left him here, and walked two miles towards London,
      hoping to meet Lord Treasurer, and return with him; but it grew darkish,
      and I was forced to walk back, so I walked nine miles in all; and Lord
      Treasurer did not come till after eight; which is very wrong, for there
      was no moon, and I often tell him how ill he does to expose himself so;
      but he only makes a jest of it. I supped with him, and stayed till now,
      when it is half an hour after two. He is as merry and careless and
      disengaged as a young heir at one-and-twenty. 'Tis late indeed.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. The Secretary did not come last night, but at three this afternoon. I
      have not seen him yet, but I verily think they are contriving a peace as
      fast as they can, without which it will be impossible to subsist. The
      Queen was at church to-day, but was carried in a chair. I and Mr. Lewis
      dined privately with Mr. Lowman,(16) Clerk of the Kitchen. I was to see
      Lord Keeper this morning, and told him the jest of the maids of honour;
      and Lord Treasurer had it last night. That rogue Arbuthnot puts it all
      upon me. The Court was very full to-day. I expected Lord Treasurer would
      have invited me to supper; but he only bowed to me; and we had no
      discourse in the drawing-room. It is now seven at night, and I am at home;
      and I hope Lord Treasurer will not send for me to supper: if he does not,
      I will reproach him; and he will pretend to chide me for not coming.&mdash;So
      farewell till I go to bed, for I am going to be busy.&mdash;It is now past
      ten, and I went down to ask the servants about Mr. Secretary: they tell me
      the Queen is yet at Council, and that she went to supper, and came out to
      the Council afterwards. It is certain they are managing a peace. I will go
      to bed, and there is an end.&mdash;It is now eleven, and a messenger is
      come from Lord Treasurer to sup with them; but I have excused myself, and
      am glad I am in bed; for else I should sit up till two, and drink till I
      was hot. Now I'll go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      London, 24. I came to town by six with Lord Treasurer, and have stayed
      till ten. That of the Queen's going out to sup, and coming in again, is a
      lie, as the Secretary told me this morning; but I find the Ministry are
      very busy with Mr. Prior, and I believe he will go again to France. I am
      told so much, that we shall certainly have a peace very soon. I had
      charming weather all last week at Windsor; but we have had a little rain
      to-day, and yesterday was windy. Prior's Journey sells still; they have
      sold two thousand, although the town is empty. I found a letter from Mrs.
      Fenton here, desiring me, in Lady Giffard's name, to come and pass a week
      at Sheen, while she is at Moor Park. I will answer it with a vengeance:
      and now you talk of answering, there is MD's N.20 is yet to be answered: I
      had put it up so safe, I could hardly find it; but here it is, faith, and
      I am afraid I cannot send this till Thursday; for I must see the Secretary
      to-morrow morning, and be in some other place in the evening.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Stella writes like an emperor, and gives such an account of her
      journey, never saw the like. Let me see; stand away, let us compute; you
      stayed four days at Inish-Corthy, two nights at Mrs. Proby's mother's, and
      yet was but six days in journey; for your words are, "We left Wexford this
      day se'ennight, and came here last night." I have heard them say that
      "travellers may lie by authority." Make up this, if you can. How far is it
      from Wexford to Dublin? how many miles did you travel in a day?(17) Let me
      see&mdash;thirty pounds in two months is nine score pounds a year; a
      matter of nothing in Stella's purse! I dreamed Billy Swift was alive, and
      that I told him you writ me word he was dead, and that you had been at his
      funeral; and I admired at your impudence, and was in mighty haste to run
      and let you know what lying rogues you were. Poor lad! he is dead of his
      mother's former folly and fondness; and yet now I believe, as you say,
      that her grief will soon wear off.&mdash;O yes, Madam Dingley, mightily
      tired of the company, no doubt of it, at Wexford! And your description of
      it is excellent; clean sheets, but bare walls; I suppose then you lay upon
      the walls.&mdash;Mrs. Walls has got her tea; but who pays me the money?
      Come, I shall never get it; so I make a present of it, to stop some gaps,
      etc. Where's the thanks of the house? So, that's well; why, it cost
      four-and-thirty shillings English&mdash;you must adjust that with Mrs.
      Walls; I think that is so many pence more with you.&mdash;No, Leigh and
      Sterne, I suppose, were not at the water-side: I fear Sterne's business
      will not be done; I have not seen him this good while. I hate him, for the
      management of that box; and I was the greatest fool in nature for trusting
      to such a young jackanapes; I will speak to him once more about it, when I
      see him. Mr. Addison and I met once more since, and I supped with him; I
      believe I told you so somewhere in this letter. The Archbishop chose an
      admirable messenger in Walls, to send to me; yet I think him fitter for a
      messenger than anything.&mdash;The D&mdash;&mdash; she has! I did not
      observe her looks. Will she rot out of modesty with Lady Giffard? I pity
      poor Jenny(18)&mdash;but her husband is a dunce, and with respect to him
      she loses little by her deafness. I believe, Madam Stella, in your
      accounts you mistook one liquor for another, and it was an hundred and
      forty quarts of wine, and thirty-two of water.&mdash;This is all written
      in the morning before I go to the Secretary, as I am now doing. I have
      answered your letter a little shorter than ordinary; but I have a mind it
      should go to-day, and I will give you my journal at night in my next; for
      I'm so afraid of another letter before this goes: I will never have two
      together again unanswered.&mdash;What care I for Dr. Tisdall and Dr.
      Raymond, or how many children they have! I wish they had a hundred apiece.&mdash;Lord
      Treasurer promises me to answer the bishops' letter to-morrow, and show it
      me; and I believe it will confirm all I said, and mortify those that threw
      the merit on the Duke of Ormond; for I have made him jealous of it; and
      t'other day, talking of the matter, he said, "I am your witness, you got
      it for them before the Duke was Lord Lieutenant." My humble service to
      Mrs. Walls, Mrs. Stoyte, and Catherine. Farewell, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      What do you do when you see any literal mistakes in my letters? how do you
      set them right? for I never read them over to correct them. Farewell,
      again.
    </p>
    <p>
      Pray send this note to Mrs. Brent, to get the money when Parvisol comes to
      town, or she can send to him.
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      LETTER 31.
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      LONDON, Sept. 25, 1711.
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    <p>
      I dined in the City to-day, and at my return I put my 30th into the
      post-office; and when I got home I found for me one of the noblest letters
      I ever read: it was from &mdash;&mdash;, three sides and a half in folio,
      on a large sheet of paper; the two first pages made up of satire upon
      London, and crowds and hurry, stolen from some of his own schoolboy's
      exercises: the side and a half remaining is spent in desiring me to
      recommend Mrs. South, your Commissioner's widow,(1) to my Lord Treasurer
      for a pension. He is the prettiest, discreetest fellow that ever my eyes
      beheld, or that ever dipped pen into ink. I know not what to say to him. A
      pox on him, I have too many such customers on this side already. I think I
      will send him word that I never saw my Lord Treasurer in my life: I am
      sure I industriously avoided the name of any great person when I saw him,
      for fear of his reporting it in Ireland. And this recommendation must be a
      secret too, for fear the Duke of Bolton(2) should know it, and think it
      was too mean. I never read so d&mdash;&mdash;d a letter in my life: a
      little would make me send it over to you.&mdash;I must send you a pattern,
      the first place I cast my eyes on, I will not pick and choose. IN THIS
      PLACE (meaning the Exchange in London), WHICH IS THE COMPENDIUM OF OLD
      TROYNOVANT, AS THAT IS OF THE WHOLE BUSY WORLD, I GOT SUCH A SURFEIT, THAT
      I GREW SICK OF MANKIND, AND RESOLVED FOR EVER AFTER TO BURY MYSELF IN THE
      SHADY RETREAT OF &mdash;&mdash;-. You must know that London has been
      called by some Troynovant, or New Troy. Will you have any more? Yes, one
      little bit for Stella, because she'll be fond of it. This wondrous theatre
      (meaning London) was no more to me than a desert, and I should less
      complain of solitude in a Connaught shipwreck, or even the great bog of
      Allen. A little scrap for Mrs. Marget,(3) and then I have done. THEIR
      ROYAL FANUM, WHEREIN THE IDOL PECUNIA IS DAILY WORSHIPPED, SEEMED TO ME TO
      BE JUST LIKE A HIVE OF BEES WORKING AND LABOURING UNDER HUGE WEIGHTS OF
      CARES. Fanum is a temple, but he means the Exchange; and Pecunia is money:
      so now Mrs. Marget will understand her part. One more paragraph, and I&mdash;
      Well, come, don't be in such a rage, you shall have no more. Pray, Stella,
      be satisfied; 'tis very pretty: and that I must be acquainted with such a
      dog as this!&mdash;Our peace goes on fast. Prior was with the Secretary
      two hours this morning: I was there a little after he went away, and was
      told it. I believe he will soon be despatched again to France; and I will
      put somebody to write an account of his second journey: I hope you have
      seen the other. This latter has taken up my time with storming at it.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. Bernage has been with me these two days; yesterday I sent for him to
      let him know that Dr. Arbuthnot is putting in strongly to have his brother
      made a captain over Bernage's(4) head. Arbuthnot's brother is but an
      ensign, but the Doctor has great power with the Queen: yet he told me he
      would not do anything hard to a gentleman who is my friend; and I have
      engaged the Secretary and his Colonel(5) for him. To-day he told me very
      melancholy, that the other had written from Windsor (where he went to
      solicit) that he has got the company; and Bernage is full of the spleen. I
      made the Secretary write yesterday a letter to the Colonel in Bernage's
      behalf. I hope it will do yet; and I have written to Dr. Arbuthnot to
      Windsor, not to insist on doing such a hardship. I dined in the City at
      Pontack's, with Stratford; it cost me seven shillings: he would have
      treated, but I did not let him. I have removed my money from the Bank to
      another fund. I desire Parvisol may speak to Hawkshaw to pay in my money
      when he can, for I will put it in the funds; and, in the meantime, borrow
      so much of Mr. Secretary, who offers to lend it me. Go to the Dean's,
      sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Bernage was with me again to-day, and is in great fear, and so was I;
      but this afternoon, at Lord Treasurer's, where I dined, my brother, George
      Granville, Secretary at War, after keeping me a while in suspense, told me
      that Dr. Arbuthnot had waived the business, because he would not wrong a
      friend of mine; that his brother is to be a lieutenant, and Bernage is
      made a captain. I called at his lodging, and the soldier's coffee-house,
      to put him out of pain, but cannot find him; so I have left word, and
      shall see him to-morrow morning, I suppose. Bernage is now easy; he has
      ten shillings a day, beside lawful cheating. However, he gives a private
      sum to his Colonel, but it is very cheap: his Colonel loves him well, but
      is surprised to see him have so many friends. So he is now quite off my
      hands. I left the company early to-night, at Lord Treasurer's; but the
      Secretary followed me, to desire I would go with him to W&mdash;. Mr.
      Lewis's man came in before I could finish that word beginning with a W,
      which ought to be Windsor, and brought me a very handsome rallying letter
      from Dr. Arbuthnot, to tell me he had, in compliance to me, given up his
      brother's pretensions in favour of Bernage, this very morning; that the
      Queen had spoken to Mr. Granville to make the company easy in the other's
      having the captainship. Whether they have done it to oblige me or no, I
      must own it so. He says he this very morning begged Her Majesty to give
      Mr. Bernage the company. I am mighty well pleased to have succeeded so
      well; but you will think me tedious, although you like the man, as I
      think.
    </p>
    <p>
      Windsor, 28. I came here a day sooner than ordinary, at Mr. Secretary's
      desire, and supped with him and Prior, and two private Ministers from
      France, and a French priest.(6) I know not the two Ministers' names; but
      they are come about the peace. The names the Secretary called them, I
      suppose, were feigned; they were good rational men. We have already
      settled all things with France, and very much to the honour and advantage
      of England; and the Queen is in mighty good humour. All this news is a
      mighty secret; the people in general know that a peace is forwarding. The
      Earl of Strafford(7) is to go soon to Holland, and let them know what we
      have been doing: and then there will be the devil and all to pay; but
      we'll make them swallow it with a pox. The French Ministers stayed with us
      till one, and the Secretary and I sat up talking till two; so you will own
      'tis late, sirrahs, and time for your little saucy Presto to go to bed and
      sleep adazy; and God bless poor little MD: I hope they are now fast
      asleep, and dreaming of Presto.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Lord Treasurer came to-night, as usual, at half an hour after eight,
      as dark as pitch. I am weary of chiding him; so I commended him for
      observing his friend's advice, and coming so early, etc. I was two hours
      with Lady Oglethorpe(8) to-night, and then supped with Lord Treasurer,
      after dining at the Green Cloth: I stayed till two; this is the effect of
      Lord Treasurer's being here; I must sup with him; and he keeps cursed
      hours. Lord Keeper and the Secretary were absent; they cannot sit up with
      him. This long sitting up makes the periods in my letters so short. I
      design to stay here all the next week, to be at leisure by myself, to
      finish something of weight I have upon my hands, and which must soon be
      done. I shall then think of returning to Ireland, if these people will let
      me; and I know nothing else they have for me to do. I gave Dr. Arbuthnot
      my thanks for his kindness to Bernage, whose commission is now signed.
      Methinks I long to know something of Stella's health, how it continues
      after Wexford waters.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. The Queen was not at chapel to-day, and all for the better, for we had
      a dunce to preach: she has a little of the gout. I dined with my brother
      Masham, and a moderate company, and would not go to Lord Treasurer's till
      after supper at eleven o'clock, and pretended I had mistaken the hour; so
      I ate nothing: and a little after twelve the company broke up, the Keeper
      and Secretary refusing to stay; so I saved this night's debauch. Prior
      went away yesterday with his Frenchmen, and a thousand reports are raised
      in this town. Some said they knew one to be the Abbe de Polignac: others
      swore it was the Abbe du Bois. The Whigs are in a rage about the peace;
      but we'll wherret(9) them, I warrant, boys. Go, go, go to the Dean's and
      don't mind politics, young women, they are not good after the waters; they
      are stark naught: they strike up into the head. Go, get two black aces,
      and fish for a manilio.
    </p>
    <p>
      Oct. 1. Sir John Walter,(10) an honest drunken fellow, is now in waiting,
      and invited me to the Green Cloth to-day, that he might not be behindhand
      with Colonel Godfrey, who is a Whig. I was engaged to the Mayor's feast
      with Mr. Masham; but waiting to take leave of Lord Treasurer, I came too
      late, and so returned sneaking to the Green Cloth, and did not see my Lord
      Treasurer neither; but was resolved not to lose two dinners for him. I
      took leave to-day of my friend and solicitor Lord Rivers, who is commanded
      by the Queen to set out for Hanover on Thursday. The Secretary does not go
      to town till to-morrow; he and I, and two friends more, drank a sober
      bottle of wine here at home, and parted at twelve; he goes by seven
      to-morrow morning, so I shall not see him. I have power over his cellar in
      his absence, and make little use of it. Lord Dartmouth and my friend Lewis
      stay here this week; but I can never work out a dinner from Dartmouth.
      Masham has promised to provide for me: I squired his lady out of her
      chaise to-day, and must visit her in a day or two. So you have had a long
      fit of the finest weather in the world; but I am every day in pain that it
      will go off. I have done no business to-day; I am very idle.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. My friend Lewis and I, to avoid over much eating and great tables,
      dined with honest Jemmy Eckershall,(11) Clerk of the Kitchen, now in
      waiting, and I bespoke my dinner: but the cur had your acquaintance Lovet,
      the gentleman porter, to be our company. Lovet, towards the end of dinner,
      after twenty wrigglings, said he had the honour to see me formerly at Moor
      Park, and thought he remembered my face. I said I thought I remembered
      him, and was glad to see him, etc., and I escaped for that much, for he
      was very pert. It has rained all this day, and I doubt our good weather is
      gone. I have been very idle this afternoon, playing at twelvepenny picquet
      with Lewis: I won seven shillings, which is the only money I won this
      year: I have not played above four times, and I think always at Windsor.
      Cards are very dear: there is a duty on them of sixpence a pack, which
      spoils small gamesters.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Mr. Masham sent this morning to desire I would ride out with him, the
      weather growing again very fine. I was very busy, and sent my excuses; but
      desired he would provide me a dinner. I dined with him, his lady, and her
      sister, Mrs. Hill, who invites us to-morrow to dine with her, and we are
      to ride out in the morning. I sat with Lady Oglethorpe till eight this
      evening, then was going home to write; looked about for the woman that
      keeps the key of the house: she told me Patrick had it. I cooled my heels
      in the cloisters till nine, then went in to the music-meeting, where I had
      been often desired to go; but was weary in half an hour of their fine
      stuff, and stole out so privately that everybody saw me; and cooled my
      heels in the cloisters again till after ten: then came in Patrick. I went
      up, shut the chamber door, and gave him two or three swinging cuffs on the
      ear, and I have strained the thumb of my left hand with pulling him, which
      I did not feel until he was gone. He was plaguily afraid and humbled.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. It was the finest day in the world, and we got out before eleven, a
      noble caravan of us. The Duchess of Shrewsbury in her own chaise with one
      horse, and Miss Touchet(12) with her, Mrs. Masham and Mrs. Scarborow, one
      of the dressers, in one of the Queen's chaises; Miss Forester and Miss
      Scarborow,(13) two maids of honour, and Mrs. Hill on horseback. The Duke
      of Shrewsbury, Mr. Masham, George Fielding,(14) Arbuthnot, and I, on
      horseback too. Mrs. Hill's horse was hired for Miss Scarborow, but she
      took it in civility; her own horse was galled and could not be rid, but
      kicked and winced: the hired horse was not worth eighteenpence. I borrowed
      coat, boots, and horse, and in short we had all the difficulties, and more
      than we used to have in making a party from Trim to Longfield's.(15) My
      coat was light camlet, faced with red velvet, and silver buttons. We rode
      in the great park and the forest about a dozen miles, and the Duchess and
      I had much conversation: we got home by two, and Mr. Masham, his lady,
      Arbuthnot and I, dined with Mrs. Hill. Arbuthnot made us all melancholy,
      by some symptoms of bloody u&mdash;-e: he expects a cruel fit of the stone
      in twelve hours; he says he is never mistaken, and he appears like a man
      that was to be racked to-morrow. I cannot but hope it will not be so bad;
      he is a perfectly honest man, and one I have much obligation to. It rained
      a little this afternoon, and grew fair again. Lady Oglethorpe sent to
      speak to me, and it was to let me know that Lady Rochester(16) desires she
      and I may be better acquainted. 'Tis a little too late; for I am not now
      in love with Lady Rochester: they shame me out of her, because she is old.
      Arbuthnot says he hopes my strained thumb is not the gout; for he has
      often found people so mistaken. I do not remember the particular thing
      that gave it me, only I had it just after beating Patrick, and now it is
      better; so I believe he is mistaken.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. The Duchess of Shrewsbury sent to invite me to dinner; but I was abroad
      last night when her servant came, and this morning I sent my excuses,
      because I was engaged, which I was sorry for. Mrs. Forester taxed me
      yesterday about the History of the Maids of Honour;(17) but I told her
      fairly it was no jest of mine; for I found they did not relish it
      altogether well; and I have enough already of a quarrel with that brute
      Sir John Walter, who has been railing at me in all companies ever since I
      dined with him; that I abused the Queen's meat and drink, and said nothing
      at the table was good, and all a d&mdash;&mdash;d lie; for after dinner,
      commending the wine, I said I thought it was something small. You would
      wonder how all my friends laugh at this quarrel. It will be such a jest
      for the Keeper, Treasurer, and Secretary.&mdash;I dined with honest
      Colonel Godfrey, took a good walk of an hour on the terrace, and then came
      up to study; but it grows bloody cold, and I have no waistcoat here.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I never dined with the chaplains till to-day; but my friend Gastrell
      and the Dean of Rochester(18) had often invited me, and I happened to be
      disengaged: it is the worst provided table at Court. We ate on pewter:
      every chaplain, when he is made a dean, gives a piece of plate, and so
      they have got a little, some of it very old. One who was made Dean of
      Peterborough (a small deanery) said he would give no plate; he was only
      Dean of Pewterborough. The news of Mr. Hill's miscarriage in his
      expedition(19) came to-day, and I went to visit Mrs. Masham and Mrs. Hill,
      his two sisters, to condole with them. I advised them by all means to go
      to the music-meeting to-night, to show they were not cast down, etc., and
      they thought my advice was right, and went. I doubt Mr. Hill and his
      admiral made wrong steps; however, we lay it all to a storm, etc. I sat
      with the Secretary at supper; then we both went to Lord Treasurer's
      supper, and sat till twelve. The Secretary is much mortified about Hill,
      because this expedition was of his contriving, and he counted much upon
      it; but Lord Treasurer was just as merry as usual, and old laughing at Sir
      John Walter and me falling out. I said nothing grieved me but that they
      would take example, and perhaps presume upon it, and get out of my
      government; but that I thought I was not obliged to govern bears, though I
      governed men. They promise to be as obedient as ever, and so we laughed;
      and so I go to bed; for it is colder still, and you have a fire now, and
      are at cards at home.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Lord Harley and I dined privately to-day with Mrs. Masham and Mrs.
      Hill, and my brother Masham. I saw Lord Halifax at Court, and we joined
      and talked; and the Duchess of Shrewsbury came up and reproached me for
      not dining with her. I said that was not so soon done, for I expected more
      advances from ladies, especially duchesses: she promised to comply with
      any demands I pleased; and I agreed to dine with her to-morrow, if I did
      not go to London too soon, as I believe I shall before dinner. Lady
      Oglethorpe brought me and the Duchess of Hamilton(20) together to-day in
      the drawing-room, and I have given her some encouragement, but not much.
      Everybody has been teasing Walter. He told Lord Treasurer that he took his
      company from him that were to dine with him: my lord said, "I will send
      you Dr. Swift:" Lord Keeper bid him take care what he did; "for," said he,
      "Dr. Swift is not only all our favourite, but our governor." The old
      company supped with Lord Treasurer, and got away by twelve.
    </p>
    <p>
      London, 8. I believe I shall go no more to Windsor, for we expect the
      Queen will come in ten days to Hampton Court. It was frost last night, and
      cruel cold to-day. I could not dine with the Duchess, for I left Windsor
      half an hour after one with Lord Treasurer, and we called at Kensington,
      where Mrs. Masham was got to see her children for two days. I dined, or
      rather supped, with Lord Treasurer, and stayed till after ten. Tisdall(21)
      and his family are gone from hence, upon some wrangle with the family.
      Yesterday I had two letters brought me to Mr. Masham's; one from Ford, and
      t'other from our little MD, N.21. I would not tell you till to-day,
      because I would not. I won't answer it till the next, because I have
      slipped two days by being at Windsor, which I must recover here. Well,
      sirrahs, I must go to sleep. The roads were as dry as at midsummer to-day.
      This letter shall go to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Morning. It rains hard this morning. I suppose our fair weather is now
      at an end. I think I'll put on my waistcoat to-day: shall I? Well, I will
      then, to please MD. I think of dining at home to-day upon a chop and a
      pot. The town continues yet very thin. Lord Strafford is gone to Holland,
      to tell them what we have done here toward a peace. We shall soon hear
      what the Dutch say, and how they take it. My humble service to Mrs. Walls,
      Mrs. Stoyte, and Catherine.&mdash;Morrow, dearest sirrahs, and farewell;
      and God Almighty bless MD, poor little dear MD, for so I mean, and Presto
      too. I'll write to you again to-night, that is, I'll begin my next letter.
      Farewell, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      This little bit belongs to MD; we must always write on the margin:(22) you
      are saucy rogues.
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      LONDON, Oct. 9, 1711.
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    <p>
      I was forced to lie down at twelve to-day, and mend my night's sleep: I
      slept till after two, and then sent for a bit of mutton and pot of ale
      from the next cook's shop, and had no stomach. I went out at four, and
      called to see Biddy Floyd, which I had not done these three months: she is
      something marked, but has recovered her complexion quite, and looks very
      well. Then I sat the evening with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and drank coffee, and
      ate an egg. I likewise took a new lodging to-day, not liking a
      ground-floor, nor the ill smell, and other circumstances. I lodge, or
      shall lodge, by Leicester Fields, and pay ten shillings a week; that won't
      hold out long, faith. I shall lie here but one night more. It rained
      terribly till one o'clock to-day. I lie, for I shall lie here two nights,
      till Thursday, and then remove. Did I tell you that my friend Mrs. Barton
      has a brother(1) drowned, that went on the expedition with Jack Hill? He
      was a lieutenant-colonel, and a coxcomb; and she keeps her chamber in
      form, and the servants say she receives no messages.&mdash;Answer MD's
      letter, Presto, d'ye hear? No, says Presto, I won't yet, I'm busy; you're
      a saucy rogue. Who talks?
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    <p>
      10. It cost me two shillings in coach-hire to dine in the City with a
      printer. I have sent, and caused to be sent, three pamphlets out in a
      fortnight. I will ply the rogues warm; and whenever anything of theirs
      makes a noise, it shall have an answer. I have instructed an under
      spur-leather to write so, that it is taken for mine. A rogue that writes a
      newspaper, called The Protestant Postboy, has reflected on me in one of
      his papers; but the Secretary has taken him up, and he shall have a
      squeeze extraordinary. He says that an ambitious tantivy,(2) missing of
      his towering hopes of preferment in Ireland, is come over to vent his
      spleen on the late Ministry, etc. I'll tantivy him with a vengeance. I sat
      the evening at home, and am very busy, and can hardly find time to write,
      unless it were to MD. I am in furious haste.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer. Thursdays are now his days when
      his choice company comes, but we are too much multiplied. George Granville
      sent his excuses upon being ill; I hear he apprehends the apoplexy, which
      would grieve me much. Lord Treasurer calls Prior nothing but Monsieur
      Baudrier, which was the feigned name of the Frenchman that writ his
      Journey to Paris.(3) They pretend to suspect me, so I talk freely of it,
      and put them out of their play. Lord Treasurer calls me now Dr. Martin,
      because martin(4) is a sort of a swallow, and so is a swift. When he and I
      came last Monday from Windsor, we were reading all the signs on the
      road.(5) He is a pure trifler; tell the Bishop of Clogher so. I made him
      make two lines in verse for the Bell and Dragon, and they were rare bad
      ones. I suppose Dilly is with you by this time: what could his reason be
      of leaving London, and not owning it? 'Twas plaguy silly. I believe his
      natural inconstancy made him weary. I think he is the king of inconstancy.
      I stayed with Lord Treasurer till ten; we had five lords and three
      commoners. Go to ombre, sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Mrs. Vanhomrigh has changed her lodging as well as I. She found she
      had got with a bawd, and removed. I dined with her to-day; for though she
      boards, her landlady does not dine with her. I am grown a mighty lover of
      herrings; but they are much smaller here than with you. In the afternoon I
      visited an old major-general, and ate six oysters; then sat an hour with
      Mrs. Colledge,(6) the joiner's daughter that was hanged; it was the joiner
      was hanged, and not his daughter; with Thompson's wife, a magistrate.
      There was the famous Mrs. Floyd of Chester, who, I think, is the
      handsomest woman (except MD) that ever I saw. She told me that twenty
      people had sent her the verses upon Biddy,(7) as meant to her: and,
      indeed, in point of handsomeness, she deserves them much better. I will
      not go to Windsor to-morrow, and so I told the Secretary to-day. I hate
      the thoughts of Saturday and Sunday suppers with Lord Treasurer. Jack Hill
      is come home from his unfortunate expedition, and is, I think, now at
      Windsor: I have not yet seen him. He is privately blamed by his own
      friends for want of conduct. He called a council of war, and therein it
      was determined to come back. But they say a general should not do that,
      because the officers will always give their opinion for returning, since
      the blame will not lie upon them, but the general. I pity him heartily.
      Bernage received his commission to-day.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I dined to-day with Colonel Crowe,(8) late Governor of Barbadoes; he
      is a great acquaintance of your friend Sterne, to whom I trusted the box.
      Lord Treasurer has refused Sterne's business, and I doubt he is a rake;
      Jemmy Leigh stays for him, and nobody knows where to find him. I am so
      busy now I have hardly time to spare to write to our little MD, but in a
      fortnight I hope it will be over. I am going now to be busy, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. I was going to dine with Dr. Cockburn, but Sir Andrew Fountaine met
      me, and carried me to Mrs. Van's, where I drank the last bottle of
      Raymond's wine, admirable good, better than any I get among the Ministry.
      I must pick up time to answer this letter of MD's; I'll do it in a day or
      two for certain.&mdash;I am glad I am not at Windsor, for it is very cold,
      and I won't have a fire till November. I am contriving how to stop up my
      grate with bricks. Patrick was drunk last night; but did not come to me,
      else I should have given him t'other cuff. I sat this evening with Mrs.
      Barton; it is the first day of her seeing company; but I made her merry
      enough, and we were three hours disputing upon Whig and Tory. She grieved
      for her brother only for form, and he was a sad dog. Is Stella well enough
      to go to church, pray? no numbings left? no darkness in your eyes? do you
      walk and exercise? Your exercise is ombre.&mdash;People are coming up to
      town: the Queen will be at Hampton Court in a week. Lady Betty Germaine, I
      hear, is come; and Lord Pembroke is coming: his wife(9) is as big with
      child as she can tumble.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I sat at home till four this afternoon to-day writing, and ate a roll
      and butter; then visited Will Congreve an hour or two, and supped with
      Lord Treasurer, who came from Windsor to-day, and brought Prior with him.
      The Queen has thanked Prior for his good service in France, and promised
      to make him a Commissioner of the Customs. Several of that Commission are
      to be out; among the rest, my friend Sir Matthew Dudley. I can do nothing
      for him, he is so hated by the Ministry. Lord Treasurer kept me till
      twelve, so I need not tell you it is now late.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I dined to-day with Mr. Secretary at Dr. Coatesworth's,(10) where he
      now lodges till his house be got ready in Golden Square. One Boyer,(11) a
      French dog, has abused me in a pamphlet, and I have got him up in a
      messenger's hands: the Secretary promises me to swinge him. Lord Treasurer
      told me last night that he had the honour to be abused with me in a
      pamphlet. I must make that rogue an example, for warning to others. I was
      to see Jack Hill this morning, who made that unfortunate expedition; and
      there is still more misfortune; for that ship, which was admiral of his
      fleet,(12) is blown up in the Thames, by an accident and carelessness of
      some rogue, who was going, as they think, to steal some gunpowder: five
      hundred men are lost. We don't yet know the particulars. I am got home by
      seven, and am going to be busy, and you are going to play and supper; you
      live ten times happier than I; but I should live ten times happier than
      you if I were with MD. I saw Jemmy Leigh to-day in the street, who tells
      me that Sterne has not lain above once these three weeks in his lodgings,
      and he doubts he takes ill courses; he stays only till he can find Sterne
      to go along with him, and he cannot hear of him. I begged him to inquire
      about the box when he comes to Chester, which he promises.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. The Secretary and I dined to-day with Brigadier Britton,(13) a great
      friend of his. The lady of the house is very gallant, about thirty-five;
      she is said to have a great deal of wit; but I see nothing among any of
      them that equals MD by a bar's length, as hope saved. My Lord Treasurer is
      much out of order; he has a sore throat, and the gravel, and a pain in his
      breast where the wound was: pray God preserve him. The Queen comes to
      Hampton Court on Tuesday next; people are coming fast to town, and I must
      answer MD's letter, which I can hardly find time to do, though I am at
      home the greatest part of the day. Lady Betty Germaine and I were
      disputing Whig and Tory to death this morning. She is grown very fat, and
      looks mighty well. Biddy Floyd was there, and she is, I think, very much
      spoiled with the smallpox.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. Lord Treasurer is still out of order, and that breaks our method of
      dining there to-day. He is often subject to a sore throat, and some time
      or other it will kill him, unless he takes more care than he is apt to do.
      It was said about the town that poor Lord Peterborow was dead at
      Frankfort; but he is something better, and the Queen is sending him to
      Italy, where I hope the warm climate will recover him: he has abundance of
      excellent qualities, and we love one another mightily. I was this
      afternoon in the City, ate a bit of meat, and settled some things with a
      printer. I will answer your letter on Saturday, if possible, and then send
      away this; so to fetch up the odd days I lost at Windsor, and keep
      constant to my fortnight. Ombre time is now coming on, and we shall have
      nothing but Manley, and Walls, and Stoytes, and the Dean. Have you got no
      new acquaintance? Poor girls; nobody knows MD's good qualities.&mdash;'Tis
      very cold; but I will not have a fire till November, that's pozz.&mdash;Well,
      but coming home to-night, I found on my table a letter from MD; faith, I
      was angry, that is, with myself; and I was afraid too to see MD's hand so
      soon, for fear of something, I don't know what: at last I opened it, and
      it was over well, and a bill for the two hundred guineas. However, 'tis a
      sad thing that this letter is not gone, nor your twenty-first answered
      yet.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I was invited to-day to dine with Mrs. Van, with some company who did
      not come; but I ate nothing but herrings; you must know I hardly ever eat
      of above one thing, and that the plainest ordinary meat at table; I love
      it best, and believe it wholesomest. You love rarities; yes you do; I wish
      you had all that I ever see where I go. I was coming home early, and met
      the Secretary in his chair, who persuaded me to go with him to Britton's;
      for he said he had been all day at business, and had eaten nothing. So I
      went, and the time passed so, that we stayed till two, so you may believe
      'tis late enough.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. This day has gone all wrong, by sitting up so late last night. Lord
      Treasurer is not yet well, and can't go to Windsor. I dined with Sir
      Matthew Dudley, and took occasion to hint to him that he would lose his
      employment, for which I am very sorry. Lord Pembroke and his family are
      all come to town. I was kept so long at a friend's this evening that I
      cannot send this to-night. When I knocked at my lodgings, a fellow asked
      me where lodged Dr. Swift? I told him I was the person: he gave me a
      letter he brought from the Secretary's office, and I gave him a shilling:
      when I came up, I saw Dingley's hand: faith, I was afraid, I do not know
      what. At last it was a formal letter, from Dingley about her exchequer
      business. Well, I'll do it on Monday, and settle it with Tooke. And now,
      boys, for your letter, I mean the first, N.21. Let's see; come out, little
      letter. I never had the letter from the Bishop that Raymond mentions; but
      I have written to Ned Southwell, to desire the Duke of Ormond to speak to
      his reverence, that he may leave off his impertinence. What a pox can they
      think I am doing for the Archbishop here? You have a pretty notion of me
      in Ireland, to make me an agent for the Archbishop of Dublin.&mdash;Why!
      do you think I value your people's ingratitude about my part in serving
      them? I remit them their first-fruits of ingratitude, as freely as I got
      the other remitted to them. The Lord Treasurer defers writing his letter
      to them, or else they would be plaguily confounded by this time. For he
      designs to give the merit of it wholly to the Queen and me, and to let
      them know it was done before the Duke of Ormond was Lord Lieutenant. You
      visit, you dine abroad, you see friends; you pilgarlick;(14) you walk from
      Finglas, you a cat's foot. O Lord&mdash;Lady Gore(15) hung her child by
      the WAIST; what is that waist?(16) I don't understand that word; he must
      hang on till you explain or spell it.&mdash;I don't believe he was pretty,
      that's a liiii.&mdash;Pish! burn your First-Fruits; again at it. Stella
      has made twenty false spellings in her writing; I'll send them to you all
      back again on the other side of this letter, to mend them; I won't miss
      one. Why, I think there were seventeen bishops' names to the letter Lord
      Oxford received.&mdash;I will send you some pamphlets by Leigh; put me in
      mind of it on Monday, for I shall go then to the printer; yes, and the
      Miscellany. I am mightily obliged to Walls, but I don't deserve it by any
      usage of him here, having seen him but twice, and once en passant. Mrs.
      Manley forsworn ombre! What! and no blazing star appear? no monsters born?
      no whale thrown up? have you not found out some evasion for her? She had
      no such regard to oaths in her younger days. I got the books for nothing,
      Madam Dingley; but the wine I got not; it was but a promise.&mdash;Yes, my
      head is pretty well in the main, only now and then a little threatening or
      so.&mdash;You talk of my reconciling some great folks. I tell you what.
      The Secretary told me last night that he had found the reason why the
      Queen was cold to him for some months past; that a friend had told it him
      yesterday; and it was, that they suspected he was at the bottom with the
      Duke of Marlborough. Then he said he had reflected upon all I had spoken
      to him long ago, but he thought it had only been my suspicion, and my zeal
      and kindness for him. I said I had reason to take that very ill, to
      imagine I knew so little of the world as to talk at a venture to a great
      Minister; that I had gone between him and Lord Treasurer often, and told
      each of them what I had said to the other, and that I had informed him so
      before. He said all that you may imagine to excuse himself, and approve my
      conduct. I told him I knew all along that this proceeding of mine was the
      surest way to send me back to my willows in Ireland, but that I regarded
      it not, provided I could do the kingdom service in keeping them well
      together. I minded him how often I had told Lord Treasurer, Lord Keeper,
      and him together, that all things depended on their union, and that my
      comfort was to see them love one another; and I had told them all singly
      that I had not said this by chance, etc. He was in a rage to be thus
      suspected; swears he will be upon a better foot, or none at all; and I do
      not see how they can well want him in this juncture. I hope to find a way
      of settling this matter. I act an honest part, that will bring me neither
      honour nor praise. MD must think the better of me for it: nobody else
      shall ever know of it. Here's politics enough for once; but Madam DD gave
      me occasion for it. I think I told you I have got into lodgings that don't
      smell ill&mdash;O Lord! the spectacles: well, I'll do that on Monday too;
      although it goes against me to be employed for folks that neither you nor
      I care a groat for. Is the eight pounds from Hawkshaw included in the
      thirty-nine pounds five shillings and twopence? How do I know by this how
      my account stands? Can't you write five or six lines to cast it up? Mine
      is forty-four pounds per annum, and eight pounds from Hawkshaw makes
      fifty-two pounds. Pray set it right, and let me know; you had best.&mdash;And
      so now I have answered N.21, and 'tis late, and I will answer N.22 in my
      next: this cannot go to-night, but shall on Tuesday: and so go to your
      play, and lose your money, with your two eggs a penny; silly jade; you
      witty? very pretty.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Mrs. Van would have me dine with her again to-day, and so I did,
      though Lady Mountjoy has sent two or three times to have me see and dine
      with her, and she is a little body I love very well. My head has ached a
      little in the evenings these three or four days, but it is not of the
      giddy sort, so I do not much value it. I was to see Lord Harley to-day,
      but Lord Treasurer took physic; and I could not see him. He has voided
      much gravel, and is better, but not well: he talks of going on Tuesday to
      see the Queen at Hampton Court; I wish he may be able. I never saw so fine
      a summer day as this was: how is it with you, pray? and can't you
      remember, naughty packs? I han't seen Lord Pembroke yet. He will be sorry
      to miss Dilly: I wonder you say nothing of Dilly's being got to Ireland;
      if he be not there soon, I shall have some certain odd thoughts: guess
      them if you can.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I dined in the City to-day with Dr. Freind, at one of my printers: I
      inquired for Leigh, but could not find him: I have forgot what sort of
      apron you want. I must rout among your letters, a needle in a bottle of
      hay. I gave Sterne directions, but where to find him Lord knows. I have
      bespoken the spectacles; got a set of Examiners, and five pamphlets, which
      I have either written or contributed to, except the best, which is the
      vindication of the Duke of Marlborough, and is entirely of the author of
      the Atalantis.(17) I have settled Dingley's affair with Tooke, who has
      undertaken it, and understands it. I have bespoken a Miscellany: what
      would you have me do more? It cost me a shilling coming home; it rains
      terribly, and did so in the morning. Lord Treasurer has had an ill day, in
      much pain. He writes and does business in his chamber now he is ill: the
      man is bewitched: he desires to see me, and I'll maul him, but he will not
      value it a rush. I am half weary of them all. I often burst out into these
      thoughts, and will certainly steal away as soon as I decently can. I have
      many friends, and many enemies; and the last are more constant in their
      nature. I have no shuddering at all to think of retiring to my old
      circumstances, if you can be easy; but I will always live in Ireland as I
      did the last time; I will not hunt for dinners there, nor converse with
      more than a very few.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Morning. This goes to-day, and shall be sealed by and by. Lord
      Treasurer takes physic again to-day: I believe I shall dine with Lord
      Dupplin. Mr. Tooke brought me a letter directed for me at Morphew's the
      bookseller. I suppose, by the postage, it came from Ireland. It is a
      woman's hand, and seems false spelt on purpose: it is in such sort of
      verse as Harris's petition;(18) rallies me for writing merry things, and
      not upon divinity; and is like the subject of the Archbishop's last
      letter, as I told you. Can you guess whom it came from? It is not ill
      written; pray find it out. There is a Latin verse at the end of it all
      rightly spelt; yet the English, as I think, affectedly wrong in many
      places. My plaguing time is coming. A young fellow brought me a letter
      from Judge Coote,(19) with recommendation to be lieutenant of a
      man-of-war. He is the son of one Echlin,(20) who was minister of Belfast
      before Tisdall, and I have got some other new customers; but I shall
      trouble my friends as little as possible. Saucy Stella used to jeer me for
      meddling with other folks' affairs; but now I am punished for it.&mdash;Patrick
      has brought the candle, and I have no more room. Farewell, etc. etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Here is a full and true account of Stella's new spelling:&mdash;(21)
    </p>
    <p>
      Plaguely, Plaguily. Dineing, Dining. Straingers, Strangers. Chais, Chase.
      Waist, Wast. Houer, Hour. Immagin, Imagine. A bout, About. Intellegence,
      Intelligence. Merrit, Merit. Aboundance, Abundance. Secreet, Secret.
      Phamphlets, Pamphlets. Bussiness, Business.
    </p>
    <p>
      Tell me truly, sirrah, how many of these are mistakes of the pen, and how
      many are you to answer for as real ill spelling? There are but fourteen; I
      said twenty by guess. You must not be angry, for I will have you spell
      right, let the world go how it will. Though, after all, there is but a
      mistake of one letter in any of these words. I allow you henceforth but
      six false spellings in every letter you send me.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 33.
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      LONDON, Oct. 23, 1711.
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    <p>
      I dined with Lord Dupplin as I told you I would, and put my thirty-second
      into the post-office my own self; and I believe there has not been one
      moment since we parted wherein a letter was not upon the road going or
      coming to or from PMD. If the Queen knew it, she would give us a pension;
      for it is we bring good luck to their post-boys and their packets; else
      they would break their necks and sink. But, an old saying and a true one:
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     Be it snow, or storm, or hail,
     PMD's letters never fail;
     Cross winds may sometimes make them tarry,
     But PMD's letters can't miscarry.
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    <p>
      Terrible rain to-day, but it cleared up at night enough to save my
      twelvepence coming home. Lord Treasurer is much better this evening. I
      hate to have him ill, he is so confoundedly careless. I won't answer your
      letter yet, so be satisfied.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I called at Lord Treasurer's to-day at noon: he was eating some broth
      in his bed-chamber, undressed, with a thousand papers about him. He has a
      little fever upon him, and his eye terribly bloodshot; yet he dressed
      himself and went out to the Treasury. He told me he had a letter from a
      lady with a complaint against me; it was from Mrs. Cutts, a sister of Lord
      Cutts, who writ to him that I had abused her brother:(1) you remember the
      "Salamander," it is printed in the Miscellany. I told my lord that I would
      never regard complaints, and that I expected, whenever he received any
      against me, he would immediately put them into the fire, and forget them,
      else I should have no quiet. I had a little turn in my head this morning;
      which, though it did not last above a moment, yet being of the true sort,
      has made me as weak as a dog all this day. 'Tis the first I have had this
      half-year. I shall take my pills if I hear of it again. I dined at Lady
      Mountjoy's with Harry Coote,(2) and went to see Lord Pembroke upon his
      coming to town.&mdash;The Whig party are furious against a peace, and
      every day some ballad comes out reflecting on the Ministry on that
      account. The Secretary St. John has seized on a dozen booksellers and
      publishers into his messengers' hands.(3) Some of the foreign Ministers
      have published the preliminaries agreed on here between France and
      England; and people rail at them as insufficient to treat a peace upon;
      but the secret is, that the French have agreed to articles much more
      important, which our Ministers have not communicated, and the people, who
      think they know all, are discontented that there is no more. This was an
      inconvenience I foretold to the Secretary, but we could contrive no way to
      fence against it. So there's politics for you.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. The Queen is at Hampton Court: she went on Tuesday in that terrible
      rain. I dined with Lewis at his lodgings, to despatch some business we
      had. I sent this morning and evening to Lord Treasurer, and he is much
      worse by going out; I am in pain about evening. He has sent for Dr.
      Radcliffe; pray God preserve him. The Chancellor of the Exchequer(4)
      showed me to-day a ballad(5) in manuscript against Lord Treasurer and his
      South Sea project; it is very sharply written: if it be not printed, I
      will send it you. If it be, it shall go in your packet of pamphlets.&mdash;I
      found out your letter about directions for the apron, and have ordered to
      be bought a cheap green silk work apron; I have it by heart. I sat this
      evening with Mrs. Barton, who is my near neighbour. It was a delicious
      day, and I got my walk, and was thinking whether MD was walking too just
      at that time that Presto was. This paper does not cost me a farthing, I
      have it from the Secretary's office. I long till to-morrow to know how my
      Lord Treasurer sleeps this night, and to hear he mends: we are all undone
      without him; so pray for him, sirrahs, and don't stay too late at the
      Dean's.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I dined with Mrs. Van; for the weather is so bad, and I am so busy,
      that I can't dine with great folks: and besides I dare eat but little, to
      keep my head in order, which is better. Lord Treasurer is very ill, but I
      hope in no danger. We have no quiet with the Whigs, they are so violent
      against a peace; but I'll cool them, with a vengeance, very soon. I have
      not heard from the Bishop of Clogher, whether he has got his statues.(6) I
      writ to him six weeks ago; he's so busy with his Parliament. I won't
      answer your letter yet, say what you will, saucy girls.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I forgot to go about some business this morning, which cost me double
      the time; and I was forced to be at the Secretary's office till four, and
      lose my dinner; so I went to Mrs. Van's, and made them get me three
      herrings, which I am very fond of, and they are a light victuals: besides,
      I was to have supped at Lady Ashburnham's; but the drab did not call for
      us in her coach, as she promised, but sent for us, and so I sent my
      excuses. It has been a terrible rainy day, but so flattering in the
      morning, that I would needs go out in my new hat. I met Leigh and Sterne
      as I was going into the Park. Leigh says he will go to Ireland in ten
      days, if he can get Sterne to go with him; so I will send him the things
      for MD, and I have desired him to inquire about the box. I hate that
      Sterne for his carelessness about it; but it was my fault.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I was all this terrible rainy day with my friend Lewis upon business
      of importance; and I dined with him, and came home about seven, and
      thought I would amuse myself a little, after the pains I had taken. I saw
      a volume of Congreve's plays in my room, that Patrick had taken to read;
      and I looked into it, and in mere loitering read in it till twelve, like
      an owl and a fool: if ever I do so again; never saw the like. Count
      Gallas,(7) the Emperor's Envoy, you will hear, is in disgrace with us: the
      Queen has ordered her Ministers to have no more commerce with him; the
      reason is, the fool writ a rude letter to Lord Dartmouth, Secretary of
      State, complaining of our proceedings about a peace; and he is always in
      close confidence with Lord Wharton and Sunderland, and others of the late
      Ministry. I believe you begin to think there will be no peace; the Whigs
      here are sure it cannot be, and stocks are fallen again. But I am
      confident there will, unless France plays us tricks; and you may venture a
      wager with any of your Whig acquaintance that we shall not have another
      campaign. You will get more by it than by ombre, sirrah.&mdash;I let slip
      telling you yesterday's journal, which I thought to have done this
      morning, but blundered. I dined yesterday at Harry Coote's, with Lord
      Hatton,(8) Mr. Finch, a son of Lord Nottingham, and Sir Andrew Fountaine.
      I left them soon, but hear they stayed till two in the morning, and were
      all drunk: and so good-night for last night, and good-night for to-night.
      You blundering goosecap, an't you ashamed to blunder to young ladies? I
      shall have a fire in three or four days now, oh ho.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I was to-day in the City concerting some things with a printer, and am
      to be to-morrow all day busy with Mr. Secretary about the same. I won't
      tell you now; but the Ministers reckon it will do abundance of good, and
      open the eyes of the nation, who are half bewitched against a peace. Few
      of this generation can remember anything but war and taxes, and they think
      it is as it should be; whereas 'tis certain we are the most undone people
      in Europe, as I am afraid I shall make appear beyond all contradiction.
      But I forgot; I won't tell you what I will do, nor what I will not do: so
      let me alone, and go to Stoyte, and give Goody Stoyte and Catherine my
      humble service; I love Goody Stoyte better than Goody Walls. Who'll pay me
      for this green apron? I will have the money; it cost ten shillings and
      sixpence. I think it plaguy dear for a cheap thing; but they said that
      English silk would cockle,(9) and I know not what. You have the making
      into the bargain. 'Tis right Italian: I have sent it and the pamphlets to
      Leigh, and will send the Miscellanies and spectacles in a day or two. I
      would send more; but, faith, I'm plaguy poor at present.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. The devil's in this Secretary: when I went this morning he had people
      with him; but says he, "we are to dine with Prior to-day, and then will do
      all our business in the afternoon": at two, Prior sends word he is
      otherwise engaged; then the Secretary and I go and dine with Brigadier
      Britton, sit till eight, grow merry, no business done; he is in haste to
      see Lady Jersey;(10) we part, and appoint no time to meet again. This is
      the fault of all the present Ministers, teasing me to death for my
      assistance, laying the whole weight of their affairs upon it, yet slipping
      opportunities. Lord Treasurer mends every day, though slowly: I hope he
      will take care of himself. Pray, will you send to Parvisol to send me a
      bill of twenty pounds as soon as he can, for I want money. I must have
      money; I will have money, sirrahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      Nov. 1. I went to-day into the City to settle some business with
      Stratford, and to dine with him; but he was engaged, and I was so angry I
      would not dine with any other merchant, but went to my printer, and ate a
      bit, and did business of mischief with him, and I shall have the
      spectacles and Miscellany to-morrow, and leave them with Leigh. A fine day
      always makes me go into the City, if I can spare time, because it is
      exercise; and that does me more good than anything. I have heard nothing
      since of my head, but a little, I don't know how, sometimes: but I am very
      temperate, especially now the Treasurer is ill, and the Ministers often at
      Hampton Court, and the Secretary not yet fixed in his house, and I hate
      dining with many of my old acquaintance. Here has been a fellow discovered
      going out of the East India House with sixteen thousand pounds in money
      and bills; he would have escaped, if he had not been so uneasy with
      thirst, that he stole out before his time, and was caught. But what is
      that to MD? I wish we had the money, provided the East India Company was
      never the worse; you know we must not covet, etc. Our weather, for this
      fortnight past, is chequered, a fair and a rainy day: this was very fine,
      and I have walked four miles; wish MD would do so, lazy sluttikins.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. It has rained all day with a continuendo, and I went in a chair to dine
      with Mrs. Van; always there in a very rainy day. But I made a shift to
      come back afoot. I live a very retired life, pay very few visits, and keep
      but very little company; I read no newspapers. I am sorry I sent you the
      Examiner, for the printer is going to print them in a small volume: it
      seems the author is too proud to have them printed by subscription, though
      his friends offered, they say, to make it worth five hundred pounds to
      him. The Spectators are likewise printing in a larger and a smaller
      volume, so I believe they are going to leave them off, and indeed people
      grow weary of them, though they are often prettily written. We have had no
      news for me to send you now towards the end of my letter. The Queen has
      the gout a little: I hoped the Lord Treasurer would have had it too, but
      Radcliffe told me yesterday it was the rheumatism in his knee and foot;
      however, he mends, and I hope will be abroad in a short time. I am told
      they design giving away several employments before the Parliament sits,
      which will be the thirteenth instant. I either do not like, or not
      understand this policy; and if Lord Treasurer does not mend soon, they
      must give them just before the session. But he is the greatest
      procrastinator in the world.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. A fine day this, and I walked a pretty deal. I stuffed the Secretary's
      pockets with papers, which he must read and settle at Hampton Court, where
      he went to-day, and stays some time. They have no lodgings for me there,
      so I can't go, for the town is small, chargeable, and inconvenient. Lord
      Treasurer had a very ill night last night, with much pain in his knee and
      foot, but is easier to-day.&mdash;And so I went to visit Prior about some
      business, and so he was not within, and so Sir Andrew Fountaine made me
      dine to-day again with Mrs. Van, and I came home soon, remembering this
      must go to-night, and that I had a letter of MD's to answer. O Lord, where
      is it? let me see; so, so, here it is. You grudge writing so soon. Pox on
      that bill! the woman would have me manage that money for her. I do not
      know what to do with it now I have it: I am like the unprofitable steward
      in the Gospel: I laid it up in a napkin; there thou hast what is thine
      own, etc. Well, well, I know of your new Mayor. (I'll tell you a pun: a
      fishmonger owed a man two crowns; so he sent him a piece of bad ling and a
      tench, and then said he was paid: how is that now? find it out; for I
      won't tell it you: which of you finds it out?) Well, but as I was saying,
      what care I for your Mayor? I fancy Ford may tell Forbes right about my
      returning to Ireland before Christmas, or soon after. I'm sorry you did
      not go on with your story about Pray God you be John; I never heard it in
      my life, and wonder what it can be.&mdash;Ah, Stella, faith, you leaned
      upon your Bible to think what to say when you writ that. Yes, that story
      of the Secretary's making me an example is true; "never heard it before;"
      why, how could you hear it? is it possible to tell you the hundredth part
      of what passes in our companies here? The Secretary is as easy with me as
      Mr. Addison was. I have often thought what a splutter Sir William Temple
      makes about being Secretary of State:(11) I think Mr. St. John the
      greatest young man I ever knew; wit, capacity, beauty, quickness of
      apprehension, good learning, and an excellent taste; the best orator in
      the House of Commons, admirable conversation, good nature, and good
      manners; generous, and a despiser of money. His only fault is talking to
      his friends in way of complaint of too great a load of business, which
      looks a little like affectation; and he endeavours too much to mix the
      fine gentleman and man of pleasure with the man of business. What truth
      and sincerity he may have I know not: he is now but thirty-two, and has
      been Secretary above a year. Is not all this extraordinary? how he stands
      with the Queen and Lord Treasurer I have told you before. This is his
      character; and I believe you will be diverted by knowing it. I writ to the
      Archbishop of Dublin, Bishop of Cloyne(12) and of Clogher together, five
      weeks ago from Windsor: I hope they had my letters; pray know if Clogher
      had his.&mdash;Fig for your physician and his advice, Madam Dingley: if I
      grow worse, I will; otherwise I will trust to temperance and exercise:
      your fall of the leaf; what care I when the leaves fall? I am sorry to see
      them fall with all my heart; but why should I take physic because leaves
      fall off from trees? that won't hinder them from falling. If a man falls
      from a horse, must I take physic for that?&mdash;This arguing makes you
      mad; but it is true right reason, not to be disproved.&mdash;I am glad at
      heart to hear poor Stella is better; use exercise and walk, spend pattens
      and spare potions, wear out clogs and waste claret. Have you found out my
      pun of the fishmonger? don't read a word more till you have got it. And
      Stella is handsome again, you say? and is she fat? I have sent to Leigh
      the set of Examiners: the first thirteen were written by several hands,
      some good, some bad; the next three-and-thirty were all by one hand, that
      makes forty-six: then that author,(13) whoever he was, laid it down on
      purpose to confound guessers; and the last six were written by a
      woman.(14) Then there is an account of Guiscard by the same woman, but the
      facts sent by Presto. Then an answer to the letter to the Lords about
      Gregg by Presto; Prior's Journey by Presto; Vindication of the Duke of
      Marlborough, entirely by the same woman; Comment on Hare's Sermon by the
      same woman, only hints sent to the printer from Presto to give her.(15)
      Then there's the Miscellany, an apron for Stella, a pound of chocolate,
      without sugar, for Stella, a fine snuff-rasp of ivory, given me by Mrs.
      St. John for Dingley, and a large roll of tobacco, which she must hide or
      cut shorter out of modesty, and four pair of spectacles for the Lord knows
      who. There's the cargo, I hope it will come safe. Oh, Mrs. Masham and I
      are very well; we write to one another, but it is upon business; I believe
      I told you so before: pray pardon my forgetfulness in these cases; poor
      Presto can't help it. MD shall have the money as soon as Tooke gets it.
      And so I think I have answered all, and the paper is out, and now I have
      fetched up my week, and will send you another this day fortnight.&mdash;Why,
      you rogues, two crowns make TENCH-ILL-LING:(16) you are so dull you could
      never have found it out. Farewell, etc. etc.
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      LETTER 34.
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      LONDON, Nov. 3, 1711.
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    <p>
      My thirty-third lies now before me just finished, and I am going to seal
      and send it, so let me know whether you would have me add anything: I gave
      you my journal of this day; and it is now nine at night, and I am going to
      be busy for an hour or two.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I left a friend's house to-day where I was invited, just when dinner
      was setting on, and pretended I was engaged, because I saw some fellows I
      did not know; and went to Sir Matthew Dudley's, where I had the same
      inconvenience, but he would not let me go; otherwise I would have gone
      home, and sent for a slice of mutton and a pot of ale, rather than dine
      with persons unknown, as bad, for aught I know, as your deans, parsons,
      and curates. Bad slabby weather to-day.&mdash;Now methinks I write at
      ease, when I have no letter of MD's to answer. But I mistook, and have got
      the large paper. The Queen is laid up with the gout at Hampton Court: she
      is now seldom without it any long time together; I fear it will wear her
      out in a very few years. I plainly find I have less twitchings about my
      toes since these Ministers are sick and out of town, and that I don't dine
      with them. I would compound for a light easy gout to be perfectly well in
      my head.&mdash;Pray walk when the frost comes, young ladies go a
      frost-biting. It comes into my head, that, from the very time you first
      went to Ireland, I have been always plying you to walk and read. The young
      fellows here have begun a kind of fashion to walk, and many of them have
      got swingeing strong shoes on purpose; it has got as far as several young
      lords; if it hold, it would be a very good thing. Lady Lucy(1) and I are
      fallen out; she rails at me, and I have left visiting her.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. MD was very troublesome to me last night in my sleep; I was a dreamed,
      methought, that Stella was here. I asked her after Dingley, and she said
      she had left her in Ireland, because she designed her stay to be short,
      and such stuff.&mdash;Monsieur Pontchartain, the Secretary of State in
      France, and Monsieur Fontenelle, the Secretary of the Royal Academy there
      (who writ the Dialogues des Morts, etc.), have sent letters to Lord
      Pembroke that the Academy have, with the King's consent, chosen him one of
      their members in the room of one who is lately dead. But the cautious
      gentleman has given me the letters to show my Lord Dartmouth and Mr. St.
      John, our two Secretaries, and let them see there is no treason in them;
      which I will do on Wednesday, when they come from Hampton Court. The
      letters are very handsome, and it is a very great mark of honour and
      distinction to Lord Pembroke. I hear the two French Ministers are come
      over again about the peace; but I have seen nobody of consequence to know
      the truth. I dined to-day with a lady of my acquaintance, who was sick, in
      her bed-chamber, upon three herrings and a chicken: the dinner was my
      bespeaking. We begin now to have chestnuts and Seville oranges; have you
      the latter yet? 'Twas a terrible windy day, and we had processions in
      carts of the Pope and the Devil, and the butchers rang their cleavers. You
      know this is the Fifth of November, Popery and gunpowder.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Since I am used to this way of writing, I fancy I could hardly make out
      a long letter to MD without it. I think I ought to allow for every line
      taken up by telling you where I dined; but that will not be above seven
      lines in all, half a line to a dinner. Your Ingoldsby(2) is going over,
      and they say here he is to be made a lord.&mdash;Here was I staying in my
      room till two this afternoon for that puppy Sir Andrew Fountaine, who was
      to go with me into the City, and never came; and if I had not shot a
      dinner flying, with one Mr. Murray, I might have fasted, or gone to an
      alehouse.&mdash;You never said one word of Goody Stoyte in your letter;
      but I suppose these winter nights we shall hear more of her. Does the
      Provost(3) laugh as much as he used to do? We reckon him here a
      good-for-nothing fellow.&mdash;I design to write to your Dean one of these
      days, but I can never find time, nor what to say.&mdash;I will think of
      something: but if DD(4) were not in Ireland I believe seriously I should
      not think of the place twice a year. Nothing there ever makes the subject
      of talk in any company where I am.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I went to-day to the City on business; but stopped at a printer's, and
      stayed there: it was a most delicious day. I hear the Parliament is to be
      prorogued for a fortnight longer; I suppose, either because the Queen has
      the gout, or that Lord Treasurer is not well, or that they would do
      something more towards a peace. I called at Lord Treasurer's at noon, and
      sat a while with Lord Harley, but his father was asleep. A bookseller has
      reprinted or new-titled a sermon of Tom Swift's,(5) printed last year, and
      publishes an advertisement calling it Dr. Swift's Sermon. Some friend of
      Lord Galway(6) has, by his directions, published a four-shilling book
      about his conduct in Spain, to defend him; I have but just seen it. But
      what care you for books, except Presto's Miscellanies? Leigh promised to
      call and see me, but has not yet; I hope he will take care of his cargo,
      and get your Chester box. A murrain take that box! everything is spoiled
      that is in it. How does the strong box do? You say nothing of Raymond: is
      his wife brought to bed again; or how? has he finished his house; paid his
      debts; and put out the rest of the money to use? I am glad to hear poor
      Joe is like to get his two hundred pounds. I suppose Trim is now reduced
      to slavery again. I am glad of it; the people were as great rascals as the
      gentlemen. But I must go to bed, sirrahs: the Secretary is still at
      Hampton Court with my papers, or is come only to-night. They plague me
      with attending them.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I was with the Secretary this morning, and we dined with Prior, and did
      business this afternoon till about eight; and I must alter and undo, and a
      clutter. I am glad the Parliament is prorogued. I stayed with Prior till
      eleven; the Secretary left us at eight. Prior, I believe, will be one of
      those employed to make the peace, when a Congress is opened. Lord
      Ashburnham told to-day at the Coffee-house that Lord Harley(7) was
      yesterday morning married to the Duke of Newcastle's daughter, the great
      heiress, and it got about all the town. But I saw Lord Harley yesterday at
      noon in his nightgown, and he dined in the City with Prior and others; so
      it is not true; but I hope it will be so; for I know it has been privately
      managing this long time:(8) the lady will not have half her father's
      estate; for the Duke left Lord Pelham's son his heir.(9) The widow Duchess
      will not stand to the will, and she is now at law with Pelham. However, at
      worst, the girl will have about ten thousand pounds a year to support the
      honour; for Lord Treasurer will never save a groat for himself. Lord
      Harley is a very valuable young gentleman; and they say the girl is
      handsome, and has good sense, but red hair.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I designed a jaunt into the City to-day to be merry, but was
      disappointed; so one always is in this life; and I could not see Lord
      Dartmouth to-day, with whom I had some business. Business and pleasure
      both disappointed. You can go to your Dean, and for want of him, Goody
      Stoyte, or Walls, or Manley, and meet everywhere with cards and claret. I
      dined privately with a friend on a herring and chicken, and half a flask
      of bad Florence. I begin to have fires now, when the mornings are cold. I
      have got some loose bricks at the back of my grate for good husbandry.
      Fine weather. Patrick tells me my caps are wearing out. I know not how to
      get others. I want a necessary woman strangely. I am as helpless as an
      elephant.&mdash;I had three packets from the Archbishop of Dublin, cost me
      four shillings, all about Higgins,(10) printed stuff, and two long
      letters. His people forgot to enclose them to Lewis; and they were only
      directed to Doctor Swift, without naming London or anything else. I wonder
      how they reached me, unless the postmaster directed them. I have read all
      the trash, and am weary.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. Why, if you must have it out, something is to be published of great
      moment,(11) and three or four great people are to see there are no
      mistakes in point of fact: and 'tis so troublesome to send it among them,
      and get their corrections, that I am weary as a dog. I dined to-day with
      the printer, and was there all the afternoon; and it plagues me, and
      there's an end, and what would you have? Lady Dupplin, Lord Treasurer's
      daughter,(12) is brought to bed of a son. Lord Treasurer has had an ugly
      return of his gravel. 'Tis good for us to live in gravel pits,(13) but not
      for gravel pits to live in us; a man in this case should leave no stone
      unturned. Lord Treasurer's sickness, the Queen's gout, the forwarding the
      peace, occasion putting off the Parliament a fortnight longer. My head has
      had no ill returns. I had good walking to-day in the City, and take all
      opportunities of it on purpose for my health; but I can't walk in the
      Park, because that is only for walking's sake, and loses time, so I mix it
      with business. I wish MD walked half as much as Presto. If I was with you,
      I'd make you walk; I would walk behind or before you, and you should have
      masks on, and be tucked up like anything; and Stella is naturally a stout
      walker, and carries herself firm; methinks I see her strut, and step
      clever over a kennel; and Dingley would do well enough if her petticoats
      were pinned up; but she is so embroiled, and so fearful, and then Stella
      scolds, and Dingley stumbles, and is so daggled.(14) Have you got the
      whalebone petticoats among you yet? I hate them; a woman here may hide a
      moderate gallant under them. Pshaw, what's all this I'm saying? Methinks I
      am talking to MD face to face.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Did I tell you that old Frowde,(15) the old fool, is selling his
      estate at Pepperhara, and is skulking about the town nobody knows where?
      and who do you think manages all this for him, but that rogue Child,(16)
      the double squire of Farnham? I have put Mrs. Masham, the Queen's
      favourite, upon buying it, but that is yet a great secret; and I have
      employed Lady Oglethorpe to inquire about it. I was with Lady Oglethorpe
      to-day, who is come to town for a week or two, and to-morrow I will see to
      hunt out the old fool: he is utterly ruined, and at this present in some
      blind alley with some dirty wench. He has two sons that must starve, and
      he never gives them a farthing. If Mrs. Masham buys the land, I will
      desire her to get the Queen to give some pension to the old fool, to keep
      him from absolutely starving. What do you meddle with other people's
      affairs for? says Stella. Oh, but Mr. Masham and his wife are very urgent
      with me, since I first put them in the head of it. I dined with Sir
      Matthew Dudley, who, I doubt, will soon lose his employment.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Morning. I am going to hunt out old Frowde, and to do some business in
      the City. I have not yet called to Patrick to know whether it be fair.&mdash;It
      has been past dropping these two days. Rainy weather hurts my pate and my
      purse. He tells me 'tis very windy, and begins to look dark; woe be to my
      shillings! an old saying and a true,
    </p>
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     Few fillings,
     Many shillings.
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      If the day be dark, my purse will be light.
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     To my enemies be this curse,
     A dark day and a light purse.
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    <p>
      And so I'll rise, and go to my fire, for Patrick tells me I have a fire;
      yet it is not shaving-day, nor is the weather cold; this is too
      extravagant. What is become of Dilly? I suppose you have him with you.
      Stella is just now showing a white leg, and putting it into the slipper.
      Present my service to her, and tell her I am engaged to the Dean, and
      desire she will come too: or, Dingley, can't you write a note? This is
      Stella's morning dialogue, no, morning speech I mean.&mdash;Morrow,
      sirrahs, and let me rise as well as you; but I promise you Walls can't
      dine with the Dean to-day, for she is to be at Mrs. Proby's just after
      dinner, and to go with Gracy Spencer(17) to the shops to buy a yard of
      muslin, and a silver lace for an under petticoat. Morrow again, sirrahs.&mdash;At
      night. I dined with Stratford in the City, but could not finish my affairs
      with him; but now I am resolved to buy five hundred pounds South Sea
      Stock, which will cost me three hundred and eighty ready money; and I will
      make use of the bill of a hundred pounds you sent me, and transfer Mrs.
      Walls over to Hawkshaw; or if she dislikes it, I will borrow a hundred
      pounds of the Secretary, and repay her. Three shillings coach-hire to-day.
      I have spoken to Frowde's brother to get me the lowest price of the
      estate, to tell Mrs. Masham.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I dined privately with a friend to-day in the neighbourhood. Last
      Saturday night I came home, and the drab had just washed my room, and my
      bed-chamber was all wet, and I was forced to go to bed in my own defence,
      and no fire: I was sick on Sunday, and now have got a swingeing cold. I
      scolded like a dog at Patrick, although he was out with me: I detest
      washing of rooms; can't they wash them in a morning, and make a fire, and
      leave open the windows? I slept not a wink last night for hawking(18) and
      spitting: and now everybody has colds. Here's a clutter: I'll go to bed
      and sleep if I can.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Lady Mountjoy sent to me two days ago, so I dined with her to-day, and
      in the evening went to see Lord Treasurer. I found Patrick had been just
      there with a how d'ye,(19) and my lord had returned answer that he desired
      to see me. Mrs. Masham was with him when I came, and they are never
      disturbed: 'tis well she is not very handsome; they sit alone together
      settling the nation. I sat with Lady Oxford, and stopped Mrs. Masham as
      she came out, and told her what progress I had made, etc., and then went
      to Lord Treasurer: he is very well, only uneasy at rising or sitting, with
      some rheumatic pain in his thigh, and a foot weak. He showed me a small
      paper, sent by an unknown hand to one Mr. Cook, who sent it to my lord: it
      was written in plain large letters thus
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     "Though G&mdash;&mdash;d's knife did not succeed,
      A F&mdash;&mdash;n's yet may do the deed."
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    <p>
      And a little below: "BURN THIS, YOU DOG." My lord has frequently such
      letters as these: once he showed me one, which was a vision describing a
      certain man, his dress, his sword, and his countenance, who was to murder
      my lord. And he told me he saw a fellow in the chapel at Windsor with a
      dress very like it. They often send him letters signed, "Your humble
      servant, The Devil," and such stuff. I sat with him till after ten, and
      have business to do.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. The Secretary came yesterday to town from Hampton Court, so I went to
      him early this morning; but he went back last night again: and coming home
      to-night I found a letter from him to tell me that he was just come from
      Hampton Court, and just returning, and will not be here till Saturday
      night. A pox take him! he stops all my business. I'll beg leave to come
      back when I have got over this, and hope to see MD in Ireland soon after
      Christmas.&mdash;I'm weary of Courts, and want my journeys to Laracor;
      they did me more good than all the Ministries these twenty years. I dined
      to-day in the City, but did no business as I designed. Lady Mountjoy tells
      me that Dilly is got to Ireland, and that the Archbishop of Dublin was the
      cause of his returning so soon. The Parliament was prorogued two days ago
      for a fortnight, which, with the Queen's absence, makes the town very dull
      and empty. They tell me the Duke of Ormond brings all the world away with
      him from Ireland. London has nothing so bad in it in winter as your knots
      of Irish folks; but I go to no coffee-house, and so I seldom see them.
      This letter shall go on Saturday; and then I am even with the world again.
      I have lent money, and cannot get it, and am forced to borrow for myself.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. My man made a blunder this morning, and let up a visitor, when I had
      ordered to see nobody; so I was forced to hurry a hang-dog instrument of
      mine into my bed-chamber, and keep him cooling his heels there above an
      hour.&mdash;I am going on fairly in the common forms of a great cold; I
      believe it will last me about ten days in all.&mdash;I should have told
      you, that in those two verses sent to Lord Treasurer, G&mdash;-d stands
      for Guiscard; that is easy; but we differed about F&mdash;-n; I thought it
      was for Frenchman, because he hates them, and they him: and so it would
      be, That although Guiscard's knife missed its design, the knife of a
      Frenchman might yet do it. My lord thinks it stands for Felton, the name
      of him that stabbed the first Duke of Buckingham. Sir Andrew Fountaine and
      I dined with the Vans to-day, and my cold made me loiter all the evening.
      Stay, young women, don't you begin to owe me a letter? just a month to-day
      since I had your N.22. I'll stay a week longer, and then, I'll expect like
      agog; till then you may play at ombre, and so forth, as you please. The
      Whigs are still crying down our peace, but we will have it, I hope, in
      spite of them: the Emperor comes now with his two eggs a penny, and
      promises wonders to continue the war; but it is too late; only I hope the
      fear of it will serve to spur on the French to be easy and sincere: Night,
      sirrahs; I'll go early to bed.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Morning. This goes to-night; I will put it myself in the post-office.
      I had just now a long letter from the Archbishop of Dublin, giving me an
      account of the ending your session, how it ended in a storm; which storm,
      by the time it arrives here, will be only half nature. I can't help it, I
      won't hide. I often advised the dissolution of that Parliament, although I
      did not think the scoundrels had so much courage; but they have it only in
      the wrong, like a bully that will fight for a whore, and run away in an
      army. I believe, by several things the Archbishop says, he is not very
      well either with the Government or clergy.&mdash;See how luckily my paper
      ends with a fortnight.&mdash;God Almighty bless and preserve dearest
      little MD.&mdash;I suppose your Lord Lieutenant is now setting out for
      England. I wonder the Bishop of Clogher does not write to me, or let me
      know of his statues, and how he likes them: I will write to him again, as
      soon as I have leisure. Farewell, dearest MD, and love Presto, who loves
      MD infinitely above all earthly things, and who will.&mdash;My service to
      Mrs. Stoyte and Catherine. I'm sitting in my bed, but will rise to seal
      this. Morrow, dear rogues: Farewell again, dearest MD, etc.
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      LETTER 35.
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      LONDON, NOV. 17, 1711.
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    <p>
      I put my last this evening in the post-office. I dined with Dr. Cockburn.
      This being Queen Elizabeth's birthday, we have the D&mdash;&mdash; and all
      to do among us. I just heard of the stir as my letter was sealed this
      morning, and was so cross I would not open it to tell you. I have been
      visiting Lady Oglethorpe(1) and Lady Worsley;(2) the latter is lately come
      to town for the winter, and with child, and what care you? This is Queen
      Elizabeth's birthday, usually kept in this town by apprentices, etc.; but
      the Whigs designed a mighty procession by midnight, and had laid out a
      thousand pounds to dress up the Pope, Devil, cardinals, Sacheverell, etc.,
      and carry them with torches about, and burn them. They did it by
      contribution. Garth gave five guineas; Dr. Garth I mean, if ever you heard
      of him. But they were seized last night, by order from the Secretary: you
      will have an account of it, for they bawl it about the streets already.(3)
      They had some very foolish and mischievous designs; and it was thought
      they would have put the rabble upon assaulting my Lord Treasurer's house
      and the Secretary's, and other violences. The militia was raised to
      prevent it, and now, I suppose, all will be quiet. The figures are now at
      the Secretary's office at Whitehall. I design to see them if I can.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I was this morning with Mr. Secretary, who just came from Hampton
      Court. He was telling me more particulars about this business of burning
      the Pope. It cost a great deal of money, and had it gone on, would have
      cost three times as much; but the town is full of it, and half a dozen
      Grub Street papers already. The Secretary and I dined at Brigadier
      Britton's, but I left them at six, upon an appointment with some sober
      company of men and ladies, to drink punch at Sir Andrew Fountaine's. We
      were not very merry; and I don't love rack punch, I love it better with
      brandy; are you of my opinion? Why then, twelvepenny weather; sirrahs, why
      don't you play at shuttlecock? I have thought of it a hundred times;
      faith, Presto will come over after Christmas, and will play with Stella
      before the cold weather is gone. Do you read the Spectators? I never do;
      they never come in my way; I go to no coffee-houses. They say abundance of
      them are very pretty; they are going to be printed in small volumes; I'll
      bring them over with me. I shall be out of my hurry in a week, and if
      Leigh be not gone over, I will send you by him what I am now finishing. I
      don't know where Leigh is; I have not seen him this good while, though he
      promised to call: I shall send to him. The Queen comes to town on Thursday
      for good and all.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I was this morning at Lord Dartmouth's office, and sent out for him
      from the Committee of Council, about some business. I was asking him more
      concerning this bustle about the figures in wax-work of the Pope, and
      Devil, etc. He was not at leisure, or he would have seen them. I hear the
      owners are so impudent, that they design to replevin them by law. I am
      assured that the figure of the Devil is made as like Lord Treasurer as
      they could. Why, I dined with a friend in St. James's Street. Lord
      Treasurer, I am told, was abroad to-day; I will know to-morrow how he does
      after it. The Duke of Marlborough is come, and was yesterday at Hampton
      Court with the Queen; no, it was t'other day; no, it was yesterday; for
      to-day I remember Mr. Secretary was going to see him, when I was there,
      not at the Duke of Marlborough's, but at the Secretary's; the Duke is not
      so fond of me. What care I? I won seven shillings to-night at picquet: I
      play twice a year or so.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. I have been so teased with Whiggish discourse by Mrs. Barton and Lady
      Betty Germaine, never saw the like. They turn all this affair of the
      Pope-burning into ridicule; and, indeed, they have made too great a
      clutter about it, if they had no real reason to apprehend some tumults. I
      dined with Lady Betty. I hear Prior's commission is passed to be
      Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary for the peace; my Lord Privy
      Seal, who you know is Bishop of Bristol, is the other; and Lord Strafford,
      already Ambassador at The Hague, the third: I am forced to tell you,
      ignorant sluts, who is who. I was punning scurvily with Sir Andrew
      Fountaine and Lord Pembroke this evening: do you ever pun now? Sometimes
      with the Dean, or Tom Leigh.(4) Prior puns very well. Odso, I must go see
      His Excellency, 'tis a noble advancement: but they could do no less, after
      sending him to France. Lord Strafford is as proud as Hell, and how he will
      bear one of Prior's mean birth on an equal character with him, I know not.
      And so I go to my business, and bid you good-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I was this morning busy with my printer: I gave him the fifth
      sheet,(5) and then I went and dined with him in the City, to correct
      something, and alter, etc., and I walked home in the dusk, and the rain
      overtook me: and I found a letter here from Mr. Lewis; well, and so I
      opened it; and he says the peace is past danger, etc. Well, and so there
      was another letter enclosed in his: well, and so I looked on the outside
      of this t'other letter. Well, and so who do you think this t'other letter
      was from? Well, and so I'll tell you; it was from little MD, N.23, 23, 23,
      23. I tell you it is no more, I have told you so before: but I just looked
      again to satisfy you. Hie, Stella, you write like an emperor, a great deal
      together; a very good hand, and but four false spellings in all. Shall I
      send them to you? I am glad you did not take my correction ill. Well, but
      I won't answer your letter now, sirrah saucyboxes, no, no; not yet; just a
      month and three days from the last, which is just five weeks: you see it
      comes just when I begin to grumble.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Morning. Tooke has just brought me Dingley's money. I will give you a
      note for it at the end of this letter. There was half a crown for entering
      the letter of attorney; but I swore to stop that. I'll spend your money
      bravely here. Morrow, dear sirrahs.&mdash;At night. I dined to-day with
      Sir Thomas Hanmer; his wife, the Duchess of Grafton,(6) dined with us: she
      wears a great high head-dress, such as was in fashion fifteen years ago,
      and looks like a mad woman in it; yet she has great remains of beauty. I
      was this evening to see Lord Harley, and thought to have sat with Lord
      Treasurer, but he was taken up with the Dutch Envoy and such folks; and I
      would not stay. One particular in life here, different from what I have in
      Dublin, is, that whenever I come home I expect to find some letter for me,
      and seldom miss; and never any worth a farthing, but often to vex me. The
      Queen does not come to town till Saturday. Prior is not yet declared; but
      these Ministers being at Hampton Court, I know nothing; and if I write
      news from common hands, it is always lies. You will think it affectation;
      but nothing has vexed me more for some months past, than people I never
      saw pretending to be acquainted with me, and yet speak ill of me too; at
      least some of them. An old crooked Scotch countess, whom I never heard of
      in my life, told the Duchess of Hamilton(7) t'other day that I often
      visited her. People of worth never do that; so that a man only gets the
      scandal of having scurvy acquaintance. Three ladies were railing against
      me some time ago, and said they were very well acquainted with me; two of
      which I had never heard of, and the third I had only seen twice where I
      happened to visit. A man who has once seen me in a coffee-house will ask
      me how I do, when he sees me talking at Court with a Minister of State;
      who is sure to ask me how I came acquainted with that scoundrel. But come,
      sirrahs, this is all stuff to you, so I'll say no more on this side the
      paper, but turn over.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. My printer invited Mr. Lewis and me to dine at a tavern to-day, which
      I have not done five times since I came to England; I never will call it
      Britain, pray don't call it Britain. My week is not out, and one side of
      this paper is out, and I have a letter to answer of MD's into the bargain:
      must I write on the third side? faith, that will give you an ill habit. I
      saw Leigh last night: he gives a terrible account of Sterne; he reckons he
      is seduced by some wench; he is over head and ears in debt, and has pawned
      several things. Leigh says he goes on Monday next for Ireland, but
      believes Sterne will not go with him; Sterne has kept him these three
      months. Leigh has got the apron and things, and promises to call for the
      box at Chester; but I despair of it. Good-night, sirrahs; I have been late
      abroad.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I have finished my pamphlet(8) to-day, which has cost me so much time
      and trouble: it will be published in three or four days, when the
      Parliament begins sitting. I suppose the Queen is come to town, but know
      nothing, having been in the City finishing and correcting with the
      printer. When I came home, I found letters on my table as usual, and one
      from your mother, to tell me that you desire your writings and a picture
      should be sent to me, to be sent over to you. I have just answered her
      letter, and promised to take care of them if they be sent to me. She is at
      Farnham: it is too late to send them by Leigh; besides, I will wait your
      orders, Madam Stella. I am going to finish a letter to Lord Treasurer
      about reforming our language;(9) but first I must put an end to a ballad;
      and go you to your cards, sirrahs, this is card season.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was early with the Secretary to-day, but he was gone to his
      devotions, and to receive the sacrament: several rakes did the same; it
      was not for piety, but employments; according to Act of Parliament. I
      dined with Lady Mary Dudley;(10) and passed my time since insipidly, only
      I was at Court at noon, and saw fifty acquaintance I had not met this long
      time: that is the advantage of a Court, and I fancy I am better known than
      any man that goes there. Sir John Walter's(11) quarrel with me has
      entertained the town ever since; and yet we never had a word, only he
      railed at me behind my back. The Parliament is again to be prorogued for
      eight or nine days, for the Whigs are too strong in the House of Lords:
      other reasons are pretended, but that is the truth. The prorogation is not
      yet known, but will be to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. Mr. Lewis and I dined with a friend of his, and unexpectedly there
      dined with us an Irish knight, one Sir John St. Leger,(12) who follows the
      law here, but at a great distance: he was so pert, I was forced to take
      him down more than once. I saw to-day the Pope, and Devil, and the other
      figures of cardinals, etc., fifteen in all, which have made such a noise.
      I have put an under-strapper upon writing a twopenny pamphlet(13) to give
      an account of the whole design. My large pamphlet(14) will be published
      to-morrow; copies are sent to the great men this night. Domville(15) is
      come home from his travels; I am vexed at it: I have not seen him yet; I
      design to present him to all the great men.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Domville came to me this morning, and we dined at Pontack's, and were
      all day together, till six this evening: he is perfectly as fine a
      gentleman as I know; he set me down at Lord Treasurer's, with whom I
      stayed about an hour, till Monsieur Buys, the Dutch Envoy, came to him
      about business. My Lord Treasurer is pretty well, but stiff in the hips
      with the remains of the rheumatism. I am to bring Domville to my Lord
      Harley in a day or two. It was the dirtiest rainy day that ever I saw. The
      pamphlet is published; Lord Treasurer had it by him on the table, and was
      asking me about the mottoes in the title-page; he gave me one of them
      himself.(16) I must send you the pamphlet, if I can.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Mrs. Van sent to me to dine with her to-day, because some ladies of my
      acquaintance were to be there; and there I dined. I was this morning to
      return Domville his visit, and went to visit Mrs. Masham, who was not
      within. I am turned out of my lodging by my landlady: it seems her husband
      and her son are coming home; but I have taken another lodging hard by, in
      Leicester Fields. I presented Mr. Domville to Mr. Lewis and Mr. Prior this
      morning. Prior and I are called the two Sosias,(17) in a Whig newspaper.
      Sosias, can you read it? The pamphlet begins to make a noise: I was asked
      by several whether I had seen it, and they advised me to read it, for it
      was something very extraordinary. I shall be suspected; and it will have
      several paltry answers. It must take its fate, as Savage(18) said of his
      sermon that he preached at Farnham on Sir William Temple's death. Domville
      saw Savage in Italy, and says he is a coxcomb, and half mad: he goes in
      red, and with yellow waistcoats, and was at ceremony kneeling to the Pope
      on a Palm Sunday, which is much more than kissing his toe; and I believe
      it will ruin him here when 'tis told. I'll answer your letter in my new
      lodgings: I have hardly room; I must borrow from the other side.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. New lodgings. My printer came this morning to tell me he must
      immediately print a second edition,(19) and Lord Treasurer made one or two
      small additions: they must work day and night to have it out on Saturday;
      they sold a thousand in two days. Our Society met to-day; nine of us were
      present: we dined at our brother Bathurst's.(20) We made several
      regulations, and have chosen three new members, Lord Orrery,(21) Jack
      Hill, who is Mrs. Masham's brother, he that lately miscarried in the
      expedition to Quebec, and one Colonel Disney.(22)&mdash;We have taken a
      room in a house near St. James's to meet in. I left them early about
      correcting the pamphlet, etc., and am now got home, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. This morning I carried Domville to see my Lord Harley, and I did some
      business with Lord Treasurer, and have been all this afternoon with the
      printer, adding something to the second edition. I dined with the printer:
      the pamphlet makes a world of noise, and will do a great deal of good; it
      tells abundance of most important facts which were not at all known. I'll
      answer your letter to-morrow morning; or suppose I answer it just now,
      though it is pretty late. Come then.&mdash;You say you are busy with
      Parliaments, etc.; that's more than ever I will be when I come back; but
      you will have none these two years. Lord Santry, etc., yes, I have had
      enough on't.(23) I am glad Dilly is mended; does not he thank me for
      showing him the Court and the great people's faces? He had his glass out
      at the Queen and the rest. 'Tis right what Dilly says: I depend upon
      nothing from my friends, but to go back as I came. Never fear Laracor,
      'twill mend with a peace, or surely they'll give me the Dublin parish.
      Stella is in the right: the Bishop of Ossory(24) is the silliest,
      best-natured wretch breathing, of as little consequence as an egg-shell.
      Well, the spelling I have mentioned before; only the next time say AT
      LEAST, and not AT LEST. Pox on your Newbury!(25) what can I do for him?
      I'll give his case (I am glad it is not a woman's) to what members I know;
      that's all I can do. Lord Treasurer's lameness goes off daily. Pray God
      preserve poor good Mrs. Stoyte; she would be a great loss to us all: pray
      give her my service, and tell her she has my heartiest prayers. I pity
      poor Mrs. Manley; but I think the child is happy to die, considering how
      little provision it would have had.&mdash;Poh, every pamphlet abuses me,
      and for things that I never writ. Joe(26) should have written me thanks
      for his two hundred pounds: I reckon he got it by my means; and I must
      thank the Duke of Ormond, who I dare swear will say he did it on my
      account. Are they golden pippins, those seven apples? We have had much
      rain every day as well as you. 7 pounds, 17 shillings, 8 pence, old
      blunderer, not 18 shillings: I have reckoned it eighteen times. Hawkshaw's
      eight pounds is not reckoned and if it be secure, it may lie where it is,
      unless they desire to pay it: so Parvisol may let it drop till further
      orders; for I have put Mrs. Wesley's money into the Bank, and will pay her
      with Hawkshaw's.&mdash;I mean that Hawkshaw's money goes for an addition
      to MD, you know; but be good housewives. Bernage never comes now to see
      me; he has no more to ask; but I hear he has been ill.&mdash;A pox on Mrs.
      South's(27) affair; I can do nothing in it, but by way of assisting
      anybody else that solicits it, by dropping a favourable word, if it comes
      in my way. Tell Walls I do no more for anybody with my Lord Treasurer,
      especially a thing of this kind. Tell him I have spent all my discretion,
      and have no more to use.&mdash;And so I have answered your letter fully
      and plainly.&mdash;And so I have got to the third side of my paper, which
      is more than belongs to you, young women.
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    <p>
      You are silly, not I; I'm a poet, if I had but, etc.&mdash;Who's silly
      now? rogues and lasses, tinderboxes and buzzards. O Lord, I am in a high
      vein of silliness; methought I was speaking to dearest little MD face to
      face. There; so, lads, enough for to-night; to cards with the blackguards.
      Goodnight, my delight, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      Dec. 1. Pish, sirrahs, put a date always at the bottom of your letter, as
      well as the top, that I may know when you send it; your last is of
      November 3, yet I had others at the same time, written a fortnight after.
      Whenever you would have any money, send me word three weeks before, and in
      that time you will certainly have an answer, with a bill on Parvisol: pray
      do this; for my head is full, and it will ease my memory. Why, I think I
      quoted to you some of &mdash;&mdash;'s letter, so you may imagine how
      witty the rest was; for it was all of a bunch, as Goodman Peesley(28)
      says. Pray let us have no more bussiness, but busyness: the deuce take me
      if I know how to spell it; your wrong spelling, Madam Stella, has put me
      out: it does not look right; let me see, bussiness, busyness, business,
      bisyness, bisness, bysness; faith, I know not which is right, I think the
      second; I believe I never writ the word in my life before; yes, sure I
      must, though; business, busyness, bisyness.&mdash;I have perplexed myself,
      and can't do it. Prithee ask Walls. Business, I fancy that's right. Yes it
      is; I looked in my own pamphlet, and found it twice in ten lines, to
      convince you that I never writ it before. Oh, now I see it as plain as can
      be; so yours is only an <i>s</i> too much. The Parliament will certainly
      meet on Friday next: the Whigs will have a great majority in the House of
      Lords, no care is taken to prevent it; there is too much neglect; they are
      warned of it, and that signifies nothing: it was feared there would be
      some peevish address from the Lords against a peace. 'Tis said about the
      town that several of the Allies begin now to be content that a peace
      should be treated. This is all the news I have. The Queen is pretty well:
      and so now I bid poor dearest MD farewell till to-night; then I will talk
      with them again.
    </p>
    <p>
      The fifteen images that I saw were not worth forty pounds, so I stretched
      a little when I said a thousand. The Grub Street account of that tumult is
      published. The Devil is not like Lord Treasurer: they were all in your odd
      antic masks, bought in common shops.(29) I fear Prior will not be one of
      the plenipotentiaries.
    </p>
    <p>
      I was looking over this letter, and find I make many mistakes of leaving
      out words; so 'tis impossible to find my meaning, unless you be conjurers.
      I will take more care for the future, and read over every day just what I
      have written that day, which will take up no time to speak of.
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      LONDON, Dec. 1, 1711.
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    <p>
      My last was put in this evening. I intended to dine with Mr. Masham
      to-day, and called at White's chocolate house to see if he was there. Lord
      Wharton saw me at the door, and I saw him, but took no notice, and was
      going away, but he came through the crowd, called after me, and asked me
      how I did, etc. This was pretty; and I believe he wished every word he
      spoke was a halter to hang me. Masham did not dine at home, so I ate with
      a friend in the neighbourhood. The printer has not sent me the second
      edition; I know not the reason, for it certainly came out to-day; perhaps
      they are glutted with it already. I found a letter from Lord Harley on my
      table, to tell me that his father desires I would make two small
      alterations. I am going to be busy, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. Morning. See the blunder; I was making it the 37th day of the month,
      from the number above. Well, but I am staying here for old Frowde, who
      appointed to call this morning: I am ready dressed to go to church: I
      suppose he dare not stir out but on Sundays.(1) The printer called early
      this morning, told me the second edition went off yesterday in five hours,
      and he must have a third ready to-morrow, for they might have sold half
      another: his men are all at work with it, though it be Sunday. This old
      fool will not come, and I shall miss church. Morrow, sirrahs.&mdash;At
      night. I was at Court to-day: the Queen is well, and walked through part
      of the rooms. I dined with the Secretary, and despatched some business. He
      tells me the Dutch Envoy designs to complain of that pamphlet. The noise
      it makes is extraordinary. It is fit it should answer the pains I have
      been at about it. I suppose it will be printed in Ireland. Some lay it to
      Prior, others to Mr. Secretary St. John, but I am always the first they
      lay everything to. I'll go sleep, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I have ordered Patrick not to let any odd fellow come up to me; and a
      fellow would needs speak with me from Sir George Pretyman.(2) I had never
      heard of him, and would not see the messenger: but at last it proved that
      this Sir George has sold his estate, and is a beggar. Smithers, the
      Farnham carrier, brought me this morning a letter from your mother, with
      three papers enclosed of Lady Giffard's writing; one owning some exchequer
      business of 100 pounds to be Stella's;(3) another for 100 pounds that she
      has of yours, which I made over to you for Mariston; and a third for 300
      pounds; the last is on stamped paper. I think they had better lie in
      England in some good hand till Lady Giffard dies; and I will think of some
      such hand before I come over. I was asking Smithers about all the people
      of Farnham. Mrs. White(4) has left off dressing, is troubled with lameness
      and swelled legs, and seldom stirs out; but her old hang-dog husband as
      hearty as ever. I was this morning with Lord Treasurer, about something he
      would have altered in the pamphlet;(5) but it can't be till the fourth
      edition, which I believe will be soon; for I dined with the printer, and
      he tells me they have sold off half the third. Mrs. Perceval(6) and her
      daughter have been in town these three weeks, which I never heard till
      to-day; and Mrs. Wesley(7) is come to town too, to consult Dr. Radcliffe.
      The Whigs are resolved to bring that pamphlet into the House of Lords to
      have it condemned, so I hear. But the printer will stand to it, and not
      own the author; he must say he had it from the penny-post. Some people
      talk as if the House of Lords would do some peevish thing, for the Whigs
      are now a great majority in it; our Ministers are too negligent of such
      things: I have never slipped giving them warning; some of them are
      sensible of it; but Lord Treasurer stands too much upon his own legs. I
      fancy his good fortune will bear him out in everything; but in reason I
      should think this Ministry to stand very unsteady; if they can carry a
      peace, they may hold; I believe not else.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. Mr. Secretary sent to me to-day to dine with him alone; but we had two
      more with us, which hindered me doing some business. I was this morning
      with young Harcourt, secretary to our Society, to take a room for our
      weekly meetings; and the fellow asked us five guineas a week only to have
      leave to dine once a week; was not that pretty? so we broke off with him,
      and are to dine next Thursday at Harcourt's (he is Lord Keeper's son).
      They have sold off above half the third edition, and answers are coming
      out: the Dutch Envoy refused dining with Dr. Davenant,(8) because he was
      suspected to write it: I have made some alterations in every edition, and
      it has cost me more trouble, for the time, since the printing, than
      before. 'Tis sent over to Ireland, and I suppose you will have it
      reprinted.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. They are now printing the fourth edition, which is reckoned very
      extraordinary, considering 'tis a dear twelvepenny book, and not bought up
      in numbers by the party to give away, as the Whigs do, but purely upon its
      own strength. I have got an under spur-leather to write an Examiner
      again,(9) and the Secretary and I will now and then send hints; but we
      would have it a little upon the Grub Street, to be a match for their
      writers. I dined with Lord Treasurer to-day at five: he dined by himself
      after his family, and drinks no claret yet, for fear of his rheumatism, of
      which he is almost well. He was very pleasant, as he is always: yet I
      fancied he was a little touched with the present posture of affairs. The
      Elector of Hanover's Minister here has given in a violent memorial against
      the peace, and caused it to be printed. The Whig lords are doing their
      utmost for a majority against Friday, and design, if they can, to address
      the Queen against the peace. Lord Nottingham,(10) a famous Tory and
      speech-maker, is gone over to the Whig side: they toast him daily, and
      Lord Wharton says, It is Dismal (so they call him from his looks) will
      save England at last. Lord Treasurer was hinting as if he wished a ballad
      was made on him, and I will get up one against to-morrow.(11) He gave me a
      scurrilous printed paper of bad verses on himself, under the name of the
      English Catiline, and made me read them to the company. It was his
      birthday, which he would not tell us, but Lord Harley whispered it to me.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I was this morning making the ballad, two degrees above Grub Street: at
      noon I paid a visit to Mrs. Masham, and then went to dine with our
      Society. Poor Lord Keeper dined below stairs, I suppose, on a bit of
      mutton. We chose two members: we were eleven met, the greatest meeting we
      ever had: I am next week to introduce Lord Orrery. The printer came before
      we parted, and brought the ballad, which made them laugh very heartily a
      dozen times. He is going to print the pamphlet(12) in small, a fifth
      edition, to be taken off by friends, and sent into the country. A sixpenny
      answer is come out, good for nothing, but guessing me, among others, for
      the author. To-morrow is the fatal day for the Parliament meeting, and we
      are full of hopes and fears. We reckon we have a majority of ten on our
      side in the House of Lords; yet I observed Mrs. Masham a little uneasy:
      she assures me the Queen is stout. The Duke of Marlborough has not seen
      the Queen for some days past; Mrs. Masham is glad of it, because she says
      he tells a hundred lies to his friends of what she says to him: he is one
      day humble, and the next day on the high ropes. The Duke of Ormond, they
      say, will be in town to-night by twelve.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. This being the day the Parliament was to meet, and the great question
      to be determined, I went with Dr. Freind to dine in the City, on purpose
      to be out of the way, and we sent our printer to see what was our fate;
      but he gave us a most melancholy account of things. The Earl of Nottingham
      began, and spoke against a peace, and desired that in their address they
      might put in a clause to advise the Queen not to make a peace without
      Spain; which was debated, and carried by the Whigs by about six voices:
      and this has happened entirely by my Lord Treasurer's neglect, who did not
      take timely care to make up all his strength, although every one of us
      gave him caution enough. Nottingham has certainly been bribed. The
      question is yet only carried in the Committee of the whole House, and we
      hope when it is reported to the House to-morrow, we shall have a majority,
      by some Scotch lords coming to town. However, it is a mighty blow and loss
      of reputation to Lord Treasurer, and may end in his ruin. I hear the thing
      only as the printer brought it, who was at the debate; but how the
      Ministry take it, or what their hopes and fears are, I cannot tell until I
      see them. I shall be early with the Secretary to-morrow, and then I will
      tell you more, and shall write a full account to the Bishop of Clogher
      to-morrow, and to the Archbishop of Dublin, if I have time. I am horribly
      down at present. I long to know how Lord Treasurer bears this, and what
      remedy he has. The Duke of Ormond came this day to town, and was there.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I was early this morning with the Secretary, and talked over this
      matter. He hoped that when it was reported this day in the House of Lords,
      they would disagree with their Committee, and so the matter would go off,
      only with a little loss of reputation to the Lord Treasurer. I dined with
      Mr. Cockburn, and after, a Scotch member came in, and told us that the
      clause was carried against the Court in the House of Lords almost two to
      one. I went immediately to Mrs. Masham, and meeting Dr. Arbuthnot (the
      Queen's favourite physician), we went together. She was just come from
      waiting at the Queen's dinner, and going to her own. She had heard nothing
      of the thing being gone against us. It seems Lord Treasurer had been so
      negligent that he was with the Queen while the question was put in the
      House: I immediately told Mrs. Masham that either she and Lord Treasurer
      had joined with the Queen to betray us, or that they two were betrayed by
      the Queen: she protested solemnly it was not the former, and I believed
      her; but she gave me some lights to suspect the Queen is changed. For
      yesterday, when the Queen was going from the House, where she sat to hear
      the debate, the Duke of Shrewsbury, Lord Chamberlain, asked her whether he
      or the Great Chamberlain Lindsey(13) ought to lead her out; she answered
      short, "Neither of you," and gave her hand to the Duke of Somerset, who
      was louder than any in the House for the clause against peace. She gave me
      one or two more instances of this sort, which convince me that the Queen
      is false, or at least very much wavering. Mr. Masham begged us to stay,
      because Lord Treasurer would call, and we were resolved to fall on him
      about his negligence in securing a majority. He came, and appeared in good
      humour as usual, but I thought his countenance was much cast down. I
      rallied him, and desired him to give me his staff, which he did: I told
      him, if he would secure it me a week, I would set all right: he asked how;
      I said I would immediately turn Lord Marlborough, his two daughters,(14)
      the Duke and Duchess of Somerset, and Lord Cholmondeley,(15) out of all
      their employments; and I believe he had not a friend but was of my
      opinion. Arbuthnot asked how he came not to secure a majority. He could
      answer nothing but that he could not help it, if people would lie and
      forswear. A poor answer for a great Minister. There fell from him a
      Scripture expression, that "the hearts of kings are unsearchable."(16) I
      told him it was what I feared, and was from him the worst news he could
      tell me. I begged him to know what he had to trust to: he stuck a little;
      but at last bid me not fear, for all would be well yet. We would fain have
      had him eat a bit where he was, but he would go home, it was past six: he
      made me go home with him. There we found his brother and Mr. Secretary. He
      made his son take a list of all in the House of Commons who had places,
      and yet voted against the Court, in such a manner as if they should lose
      their places: I doubt he is not able to compass it. Lord Keeper came in an
      hour, and they were going upon business. So I left him, and returned to
      Mrs. Masham; but she had company with her, and I would not stay.&mdash;This
      is a long journal, and of a day that may produce great alterations, and
      hazard the ruin of England. The Whigs are all in triumph; they foretold
      how all this would be, but we thought it boasting. Nay, they said the
      Parliament should be dissolved before Christmas, and perhaps it may: this
      is all your d&mdash;&mdash;d Duchess of Somerset's doings. I warned them
      of it nine months ago, and a hundred times since: the Secretary always
      dreaded it. I told Lord Treasurer I should have the advantage of him; for
      he would lose his head, and I should only be hanged, and so carry my body
      entire to the grave.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I was this morning with Mr. Secretary: we are both of opinion that the
      Queen is false. I told him what I heard, and he confirmed it by other
      circumstances. I then went to my friend Lewis, who had sent to see me. He
      talks of nothing but retiring to his estate in Wales. He gave me reasons
      to believe the whole matter is settled between the Queen and the Whigs; he
      hears that Lord Somers is to be Treasurer, and believes that, sooner than
      turn out the Duchess of Somerset, she will dissolve the Parliament, and
      get a Whiggish one, which may be done by managing elections. Things are
      now in the crisis, and a day or two will determine. I have desired him to
      engage Lord Treasurer that as soon as he finds the change is resolved on,
      he will send me abroad as Queen's Secretary somewhere or other, where I
      may remain till the new Ministers recall me; and then I will be sick for
      five or six months, till the storm has spent itself. I hope he will grant
      me this; for I should hardly trust myself to the mercy of my enemies while
      their anger is fresh. I dined to-day with the Secretary, who affects
      mirth, and seems to hope all will yet be well. I took him aside after
      dinner, told him how I had served them, and had asked no reward, but
      thought I might ask security; and then desired the same thing of him, to
      send me abroad before a change. He embraced me, and swore he would take
      the same care of me as himself, etc., but bid me have courage, for that in
      two days my Lord Treasurer's wisdom would appear greater than ever; that
      he suffered all that had happened on purpose, and had taken measures to
      turn it to advantage. I said, "God send it"; but I do not believe a
      syllable; and, as far as I can judge, the game is lost. I shall know more
      soon, and my letters will at least be a good history to show you the steps
      of this change.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I was this morning with Lewis, who thinks they will let the Parliament
      sit till they have given the money, and then dissolve them in spring, and
      break the Ministry. He spoke to Lord Treasurer about what I desired him.
      My lord desired him with great earnestness to assure me that all would be
      well, and that I should fear nothing. I dined in the City with a friend.
      This day the Commons went to the Queen with their address, and all the
      Lords who were for the peace went with them, to show their zeal. I have
      now some further conviction that the Queen is false, and it begins to be
      known.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I went between two and three to see Mrs. Masham; while I was there she
      went to her bed-chamber to try a petticoat. Lord Treasurer came in to see
      her, and seeing me in the outer room, fell a rallying me: says he, "You
      had better keep company with me, than with such a fellow as Lewis, who has
      not the soul of a chicken, nor the heart of a mite." Then he went in to
      Mrs. Masham, and as he came back desired her leave to let me go home with
      him to dinner. He asked whether I was not afraid to be seen with him. I
      said I never valued my Lord Treasurer in my life, and therefore should
      have always the same esteem for Mr. Harley and Lord Oxford. He seemed to
      talk confidently, as if he reckoned that all this would turn to advantage.
      I could not forbear hinting that he was not sure of the Queen, and that
      those scoundrel, starving lords would never have dared to vote against the
      Court, if Somerset had not assured them that it would please the Queen. He
      said that was true, and Somerset did so. I stayed till six; then De Buys,
      the Dutch Envoy, came to him, and I left him. Prior was with us a while
      after dinner. I see him and all of them cast down, though they make the
      best of it.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Ford is come to town; I saw him last night: he is in no fear, but
      sanguine, although I have told him the state of things. This change so
      resembles the last, that I wonder they do not observe it. The Secretary
      sent for me yesterday to dine with him, but I was abroad; I hope he had
      something to say to me. This is morning, and I write in bed. I am going to
      the Duke of Ormond, whom I have not yet seen. Morrow, sirrahs.&mdash;At
      night. I was to see the Duke of Ormond this morning: he asked me two or
      three questions after his civil way, and they related to Ireland: at last
      I told him that, from the time I had seen him, I never once thought of
      Irish affairs. He whispered me that he hoped I had done some good things
      here: I said, if everybody else had done half as much, we should not be as
      we are: then we went aside, and talked over affairs. I told him how all
      things stood, and advised him what was to be done. I then went and sat an
      hour with the Duchess; then as long with Lady Oglethorpe,(17) who is so
      cunning a devil that I believe she could yet find a remedy, if they would
      take her advice. I dined with a friend at Court.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I was this morning with the Secretary: he will needs pretend to talk
      as if things would be well: "Will you believe it," said he, "if you see
      these people turned out?" I said, yes, if I saw the Duke and Duchess of
      Somerset out: he swore if they were not, he would give up his place. Our
      Society dined to-day at Sir William Wyndham's; we were thirteen present.
      Lord Orrery and two other members were introduced: I left them at seven. I
      forgot to tell you that the printer told me yesterday that Morphew, the
      publisher, was sent for by that Lord Chief-Justice, who was a manager
      against Sacheverell; he showed him two or three papers and pamphlets;
      among the rest mine of the Conduct of the Allies, threatened him, asked
      who was the author, and has bound him over to appear next term. He would
      not have the impudence to do this, if he did not foresee what was coming
      at Court.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Lord Shelburne was with me this morning, to be informed of the state
      of affairs, and desired I would answer all his objections against a peace,
      which was soon done, for he would not give me room to put in a word. He is
      a man of good sense enough; but argues so violently, that he will some day
      or other put himself into a consumption. He desires that he may not be
      denied when he comes to see me, which I promised, but will not perform.
      Leigh and Sterne set out for Ireland on Monday se'nnight: I suppose they
      will be with you long before this.&mdash;I was to-night drinking very good
      wine in scurvy company, at least some of them; I was drawn in, but will be
      more cautious for the future; 'tis late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Morning. They say the Occasional Bill(19) is brought to-day into the
      House of Lords; but I know not. I will now put an end to my letter, and
      give it into the post-house myself. This will be a memorable letter, and I
      shall sigh to see it some years hence. Here are the first steps toward the
      ruin of an excellent Ministry; for I look upon them as certainly ruined;
      and God knows what may be the consequences.&mdash;I now bid my dearest MD
      farewell; for company is coming, and I must be at Lord Dartmouth's office
      by noon. Farewell, dearest MD; I wish you a merry Christmas; I believe you
      will have this about that time. Love Presto, who loves MD above all things
      a thousand times. Farewell again, dearest MD, etc.
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      LETTER 37.
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      LONDON, Dec. 15, 1711.
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    <p>
      I put in my letter this evening myself. I was to-day inquiring at the
      Secretary's office of Mr. Lewis how things went: I there met Prior, who
      told me he gave all for gone, etc., and was of opinion the whole Ministry
      would give up their places next week: Lewis thinks they will not till
      spring, when the session is over; both of them entirely despair. I went to
      see Mrs. Masham, who invited me to dinner; but I was engaged to Lewis. At
      four I went to Masham's. He came and whispered me that he had it from a
      very good hand that all would be well, and I found them both very
      cheerful. The company was going to the opera, but desired I would come and
      sup with them. I did so at ten, and Lord Treasurer was there, and sat with
      us till past twelve, and was more cheerful than I have seen him these ten
      days. Mrs. Masham told me he was mightily cast down some days ago, and he
      could not indeed hide it from me. Arbuthnot is in good hopes that the
      Queen has not betrayed us, but only has been frightened, and flattered,
      etc. But I cannot yet be of his opinion, whether my reasons are better, or
      that my fears are greater. I do resolve, if they give up, or are turned
      out soon, to retire for some months, and I have pitched upon the place
      already: but I will take methods for hearing from MD, and writing to them.
      But I would be out of the way upon the first of the ferment; for they lay
      all things on me, even some I have never read.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I took courage to-day, and went to Court with a very cheerful
      countenance. It was mightily crowded; both parties coming to observe each
      other's faces. I have avoided Lord Halifax's bow till he forced it on me;
      but we did not talk together. I could not make less than fourscore bows,
      of which about twenty might be to Whigs. The Duke of Somerset is gone to
      Petworth, and, I hear, the Duchess too, of which I shall be very glad.
      Prince Eugene,(1) who was expected here some days ago, we are now told,
      will not come at all. The Whigs designed to have met him with forty
      thousand horse. Lord Treasurer told me some days ago of his discourse with
      the Emperor's Resident, that puppy Hoffman, about Prince Eugene's coming;
      by which I found my lord would hinder it, if he could; and we shall be all
      glad if he does not come, and think it a good point gained. Sir Andrew
      Fountaine, Ford, and I dined to-day with Mrs. Van, by invitation.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I have mistaken the day of the month, and been forced to mend it
      thrice. I dined to-day with Mr. Masham and his lady, by invitation. Lord
      Treasurer was to be there, but came not. It was to entertain Buys, the
      Dutch Envoy, who speaks English well enough: he was plaguily politic,
      telling a thousand lies, of which none passed upon any of us. We are still
      in the condition of suspense, and I think have little hopes. The Duchess
      of Somerset is not gone to Petworth; only the Duke, and that is a poor
      sacrifice. I believe the Queen certainly designs to change the Ministry,
      but perhaps may put it off till the session is over: and I think they had
      better give up now, if she will not deal openly; and then they need not
      answer for the consequences of a peace, when it is in other hands, and may
      yet be broken. They say my Lord Privy Seal sets out for Holland this week:
      so the peace goes on.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. It has rained hard from morning till night, and cost me three
      shillings in coach-hire. We have had abundance of wet weather. I dined in
      the City, and was with the printer, who has now a fifth edition of the
      Conduct, etc.: it is in small, and sold for sixpence; they have printed as
      many as three editions, because they are to be sent in numbers into the
      country by great men, etc., who subscribe for hundreds. It has been sent a
      fortnight ago to Ireland: I suppose you will print it there. The Tory
      Lords and Commons in Parliament argue all from it; and all agree that
      never anything of that kind was of so great consequence, or made so many
      converts. By the time I have sent this letter, I expect to hear from
      little MD: it will be a month, two days hence, since I had your last, and
      I will allow ten days for accidents. I cannot get rid of the leavings of a
      cold I got a month ago, or else it is a new one. I have been writing
      letters all this evening till I am weary, and I am sending out another
      little thing, which I hope to finish this week, and design to send to the
      printer in an unknown hand. There was printed a Grub Street speech of Lord
      Nottingham;(2) and he was such an owl to complain of it in the House of
      Lords, who have taken up the printer for it. I heard at Court that
      Walpole(3) (a great Whig member) said that I and my whimsical Club writ it
      at one of our meetings, and that I should pay for it. He will find he
      lies: and I shall let him know by a third hand my thoughts of him. He is
      to be Secretary of State, if the Ministry changes; but he has lately had a
      bribe proved against him in Parliament, while he was Secretary at War. He
      is one of the Whigs' chief speakers.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Sad dismal weather. I went to the Secretary's office, and Lewis made
      me dine with him. I intended to have dined with Lord Treasurer. I have not
      seen the Secretary this week. Things do not mend at all. Lord Dartmouth
      despairs, and is for giving up; Lewis is of the same mind; but Lord
      Treasurer only says, "Poh, poh, all will be well." I am come home early to
      finish something I am doing; but I find I want heart and humour, and would
      read any idle book that came in my way. I have just sent away a penny
      paper to make a little mischief. Patrick is gone to the burial of an Irish
      footman, who was Dr. King's(4) servant; he died of a consumption, a fit
      death for a poor starving wit's footman. The Irish servants always club to
      bury a countryman.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. I was with the Secretary this morning, and, for aught I can see, we
      shall have a languishing death: I can know nothing, nor themselves
      neither. I dined, you know, with our Society, and that odious Secretary
      would make me President next week; so I must entertain them this day
      se'nnight at the Thatched House Tavern,(5) where we dined to-day: it will
      cost me five or six pounds; yet the Secretary says he will give me wine. I
      found a letter when I came home from the Bishop of Clogher.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. This is the first time I ever got a new cold before the old one was
      going: it came yesterday, and appeared in all due forms, eyes and nose
      running, etc., and is now very bad; and I cannot tell how I got it. Sir
      Andrew Fountaine and I were invited to dine with Mrs. Van. I was this
      morning with the Duke of Ormond; and neither he nor I can think of
      anything to comfort us in present affairs. We must certainly fall, if the
      Duchess of Somerset be not turned out; and nobody believes the Queen will
      ever part with her. The Duke and I were settling when Mr. Secretary and I
      should dine with him, and he fixes upon Tuesday; and when I came away I
      remembered it was Christmas Day. I was to see Lady &mdash;&mdash;, who is
      just up after lying-in; and the ugliest sight I have seen, pale, dead, old
      and yellow, for want of her paint. She has turned my stomach. But she will
      soon be painted, and a beauty again.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I find myself disordered with a pain all round the small of my back,
      which I imputed to champagne I had drunk; but find it to have been only my
      new cold. It was a fine frosty day, and I resolved to walk into the City.
      I called at Lord Treasurer's at eleven, and stayed some time with him.&mdash;He
      showed me a letter from a great Presbyterian parson(6) to him, complaining
      how their friends had betrayed them by passing this Conformity Bill; and
      he showed me the answer he had written, which his friends would not let
      him send; but was a very good one. He is very cheerful; but gives one no
      hopes, nor has any to give. I went into the City, and there I dined.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. Morning. As I was dressing to go to church, a friend that was to see
      me advised me not to stir out; so I shall keep at home to-day, and only
      eat some broth, if I can get it. It is a terrible cold frost, and snow
      fell yesterday, which still remains: look there, you may see it from the
      penthouses. The Lords made yesterday two or three votes about peace, and
      Hanover, of a very angry kind to vex the Ministry, and they will meet
      sooner by a fortnight than the Commons; and they say, are preparing some
      knocking addresses. Morrow, sirrahs. I'll sit at home, and when I go to
      bed I will tell you how I am.&mdash;I have sat at home all day, and eaten
      only a mess of broth and a roll. I have written a Prophecy,(7) which I
      design to print; I did it to-day, and some other verses.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I went into the City to-day in a coach, and dined there. My cold is
      going. It is now bitter hard frost, and has been so these three or four
      days. My Prophecy is printed, and will be published after Christmas Day; I
      like it mightily: I don't know how it will pass. You will never understand
      it at your distance, without help. I believe everybody will guess it to be
      mine, because it is somewhat in the same manner with that of "Merlin"(8)
      in the Miscellanies. My Lord Privy Seal set out this day for Holland:
      he'll have a cold journey. I gave Patrick half a crown for his Christmas
      box, on condition he would be good, and he came home drunk at midnight. I
      have taken a memorandum of it, because I never design to give him a groat
      more. 'Tis cruel cold.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I wish MD a merry Christmas, and many a one; but mine is melancholy: I
      durst not go to church to-day, finding myself a little out of order, and
      it snowing prodigiously, and freezing. At noon I went to Mrs. Van, who had
      this week engaged me to dine there to-day: and there I received the news
      that poor Mrs. Long(9) died at Lynn in Norfolk on Saturday last, at four
      in the morning: she was sick but four hours. We suppose it was the asthma,
      which she was subject to as well as the dropsy, as she sent me word in her
      last letter, written about five weeks ago; but then said she was
      recovered. I never was more afflicted at any death. The poor creature had
      retired to Lynn two years ago, to live cheap, and pay her debts. In her
      last letter she told me she hoped to be easy by Christmas; and she kept
      her word, although she meant it otherwise. She had all sorts of amiable
      qualities, and no ill ones, but the indiscretion of too much neglecting
      her own affairs. She had two thousand pounds left her by an old
      grandmother,(10) with which she intended to pay her debts, and live on an
      annuity she had of one hundred pounds a year, and Newburg House, which
      would be about sixty pounds more. That odious grandmother living so long,
      forced her to retire; for the two thousand pounds was settled on her after
      the old woman's death, yet her brute of a brother, Sir James Long,(11)
      would not advance it for her; else she might have paid her debts, and
      continued here, and lived still: I believe melancholy helped her on to her
      grave. I have ordered a paragraph to be put in the Postboy,(12) giving an
      account of her death, and making honourable mention of her; which is all I
      can do to serve her memory: but one reason was spite; for her brother
      would fain have her death a secret, to save the charge of bringing her up
      here to bury her, or going into mourning. Pardon all this, for the sake of
      a poor creature I had so much friendship for.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I went to Mr. Secretary this morning, and he would have me dine with
      him. I called at noon at Mrs. Masham's, who desired me not to let the
      Prophecy be published, for fear of angering the Queen about the Duchess of
      Somerset; so I writ to the printer to stop them. They have been printed
      and given about, but not sold. I saw Lord Treasurer there, who had been
      two hours with the Queen; and Mrs. Masham is in hopes things will do well
      again. I went at night again, and supped at Mr. Masham's, and Lord
      Treasurer sat with us till one o'clock. So 'tis late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I entertained our Society at the Thatched House Tavern to-day at
      dinner; but brother Bathurst sent for wine, the house affording none. The
      printer had not received my letter, and so he brought up dozens apiece of
      the Prophecy; but I ordered him to part with no more. 'Tis an admirable
      good one, and people are mad for it. The frost still continues violently
      cold. Mrs. Masham invited me to come to-night and play at cards; but our
      Society did not part till nine. But I supped with Mrs. Hill, her sister,
      and there was Mrs. Masham and Lord Treasurer, and we stayed till twelve.
      He is endeavouring to get a majority against next Wednesday, when the
      House of Lords is to meet, and the Whigs intend to make some violent
      addresses against a peace, if not prevented. God knows what will become of
      us.&mdash;It is still prodigiously cold; but so I told you already. We
      have eggs on the spit, I wish they may not be addled. When I came home
      tonight I found, forsooth, a letter from MD, N.24, 24, 24, 24; there, do
      you know the numbers now? and at the same time one from Joe,(13) full of
      thanks: let him know I have received it, and am glad of his success, but
      won't put him to the charge of a letter. I had a letter some time ago from
      Mr. Warburton,(14) and I beg one of you will copy out what I shall tell
      you, and send it by some opportunity to Warburton. 'Tis as follows: The
      Doctor has received Mr. Warburton's letter, and desires he will let the
      Doctor know where(15) that accident he mentions is like soon to happen,
      and he will do what he can in it.&mdash;And pray, madam, let them know
      that I do this to save myself the trouble, and them the expense of a
      letter. And I think that this is enough for one that comes home at twelve
      from a Lord Treasurer and Mrs. Masham. Oh, I could tell you ten thousand
      things of our mad politics, upon what small circumstances great affairs
      have turned. But I will go rest my busy head.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I was this morning with brother Bathurst to see the Duke of Ormond. We
      have given his Grace some hopes to be one of our Society. The Secretary
      and I and Bathurst are to dine with him on Sunday next. The Duke is not in
      much hopes, but has been very busy in endeavouring to bring over some
      lords against next Wednesday. The Duchess caught me as I was going out;
      she is sadly in fear about things, and blames me for not mending them by
      my credit with Lord Treasurer; and I blame her. She met me in the street
      at noon, and engaged me to dine with her, which I did; and we talked an
      hour after dinner in her closet. If we miscarry on Wednesday, I believe it
      will be by some strange sort of neglect. They talk of making eight new
      lords by calling up some peers' eldest sons; but they delay strangely. I
      saw Judge Coote(16) to-day at the Duke of Ormond's: he desires to come and
      see me, to justify his principles.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Morning. This goes to-day. I will not answer yours, your 24th, till
      next, which shall begin to-night, as usual. Lord Shelburne has sent to
      invite me to dinner, but I am engaged with Lewis at Ned Southwell's. Lord
      Northampton and Lord Aylesbury's sons(17) are both made peers; but we
      shall want more. I write this post to your Dean. I owe the Archbishop a
      letter this long time. All people that come from Ireland complain of him,
      and scold me for protecting him. Pray, Madam Dingley, let me know what
      Presto has received for this year, or whether anything is due to him for
      last: I cannot look over your former letters now. As for Dingley's own
      account of her exchequer money, I will give it on t'other side. Farewell,
      my own dearest MD, and love Presto; and God ever bless dearest MD, etc.
      etc. I wish you many happy Christmases and new years.
    </p>
    <p>
      I have owned to the Dean a letter I just had from you, but that I had not
      one this great while before.
    </p>
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DINGLEY'S ACCOUNT

  Received of Mr. Tooke..                                 6 17 6
  Deducted for entering the letter of attorney.            0 2 6
  For the three half-crowns it used to cost you, I don't
  know why nor wherefore..                                 0 7 6
  For exchange to Ireland..                               0 10 0
  Forcoach-hire..                                          0 2 6
                                                        &mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;
                                    In all, just         8  0  0
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    <p>
      So there's your money, and we are both even: for I'll pay you no more than
      that eight pounds Irish, and pray be satisfied.
    </p>
    <p>
      Churchwarden's accounts, boys.
    </p>
    <p>
      Saturday night. I have broke open my letter, and tore it into the bargain,
      to let you know that we are all safe: the Queen has made no less than
      twelve lords,(18) to have a majority; nine new ones, the other three
      peers' sons; and has turned out the Duke of Somerset. She is awaked at
      last, and so is Lord Treasurer: I want nothing now but to see the Duchess
      out. But we shall do without her. We are all extremely happy. Give me joy,
      sirrahs. This is written in a coffee-house. Three of the new lords are of
      our Society.
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      LETTER 38.
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    <h3>
      LONDON, Dec. 29, 1711.
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    <p>
      I put my letter in this evening, after coming from dinner at Ned
      Southwell's, where I drank very good Irish wine, and we are in great joy
      at this happy turn of affairs. The Queen has been at last persuaded to her
      own interest and security, and I freely think she must have made both
      herself and kingdom very unhappy, if she had done otherwise. It is still a
      mighty secret that Masham is to be one of the new lords; they say he does
      not yet know it himself; but the Queen is to surprise him with it. Mr.
      Secretary will be a lord at the end of the session; but they want him
      still in Parliament. After all, it is a strange unhappy necessity of
      making so many peers together; but the Queen has drawn it upon herself, by
      her confounded trimming and moderation. Three, as I told you, are of our
      Society.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I writ the Dean and you a lie yesterday; for the Duke of Somerset is
      not yet turned out. I was to-day at Court, and resolved to be very civil
      to the Whigs; but saw few there. When I was in the bed-chamber talking to
      Lord Rochester, he went up to Lady Burlington,(1) who asked him who I was;
      and Lady Sunderland and she whispered about me: I desired Lord Rochester
      to tell Lady Sunderland I doubted she was not as much in love with me as I
      was with her; but he would not deliver my message. The Duchess of
      Shrewsbury came running up to me, and clapped her fan up to hide us from
      the company, and we gave one another joy of this change; but sighed when
      we reflected on the Somerset family not being out. The Secretary and I,
      and brother Bathurst, and Lord Windsor, dined with the Duke of Ormond.
      Bathurst and Windsor(2) are to be two of the new lords. I desired my Lord
      Radnor's brother,(3) at Court to-day, to let my lord know I would call on
      him at six, which I did, and was arguing with him three hours to bring him
      over to us, and I spoke so closely that I believe he will be tractable;
      but he is a scoundrel, and though I said I only talked for my love to him,
      I told a lie; for I did not care if he were hanged: but everyone gained
      over is of consequence. The Duke of Marlborough was at Court today, and
      nobody hardly took notice of him. Masham's being a lord begins to take
      wind: nothing at Court can be kept a secret. Wednesday will be a great
      day: you shall know more.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. Our frost is broken since yesterday, and it is very slabbery;(4) yet I
      walked to the City and dined, and ordered some things with the printer. I
      have settled Dr. King in the Gazette; it will be worth two hundred pounds
      a year to him. Our new lords' patents are passed: I don't like the
      expedient, if we could have found any other. I see I have said this
      before. I hear the Duke of Marlborough is turned out of all his
      employments: I shall know to-morrow when I am to carry Dr. King to dine
      with the Secretary.&mdash;These are strong remedies; pray God the patient
      is able to bear them. The last Ministry people are utterly desperate.
    </p>
    <p>
      Jan. 1. Now I wish my dearest little MD many happy new years; yes, both
      Dingley and Stella, ay and Presto too, many happy new years. I dined with
      the Secretary, and it is true that the Duke of Marlborough is turned out
      of all. The Duke of Ormond has got his regiment of foot-guards, I know not
      who has the rest. If the Ministry be not sure of a peace, I shall wonder
      at this step, and do not approve it at best. The Queen and Lord Treasurer
      mortally hate the Duke of Marlborough, and to that he owes his fall, more
      than to his other faults: unless he has been tampering too far with his
      party, of which I have not heard any particulars; however it be, the world
      abroad will blame us. I confess my belief that he has not one good quality
      in the world beside that of a general, and even that I have heard denied
      by several great soldiers. But we have had constant success in arms while
      he commanded. Opinion is a mighty matter in war, and I doubt the French
      think it impossible to conquer an army that he leads, and our soldiers
      think the same; and how far even this step may encourage the French to
      play tricks with us, no man knows. I do not love to see personal
      resentment mix with public affairs.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. This being the day the Lords meet, and the new peers to be introduced,
      I went to Westminster to see the sight; but the crowd was too great in the
      house. So I only went into the robing-room, to give my four brothers joy,
      and Sir Thomas Mansel,(5) and Lord Windsor; the other six I am not
      acquainted with. It was apprehended the Whigs would have raised some
      difficulties, but nothing happened. I went to see Lady Masham at noon, and
      wish her joy of her new honour, and a happy new year. I found her very
      well pleased; for peerage will be some sort of protection to her upon any
      turn of affairs. She engaged me to come at night, and sup with her and
      Lord Treasurer: I went at nine, and she was not at home, so I would not
      stay.&mdash;No, no, I won't answer your letter yet, young women. I dined
      with a friend in the neighbourhood. I see nothing here like Christmas,
      except brawn or mince-pies in places where I dine, and giving away my
      half-crowns like farthings to great men's porters and butlers. Yesterday I
      paid seven good guineas to the fellow at the tavern where I treated the
      Society. I have a great mind to send you the bill. I think I told you some
      articles. I have not heard whether anything was done in the House of Lords
      after introducing the new ones. Ford has been sitting with me till peeast
      tweeleve a clock.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. This was our Society day: Lord Dupplin was President; we choose every
      week; the last President treats and chooses his successor. I believe our
      dinner cost fifteen pounds beside wine. The Secretary grew brisk, and
      would not let me go, nor Lord Lansdowne,(6) who would fain have gone home
      to his lady, being newly married to Lady Mary Thynne. It was near one when
      we parted, so you must think I cannot write much to-night. The adjourning
      of the House of Lords yesterday, as the Queen desired, was just carried by
      the twelve new lords, and one more. Lord Radnor was not there: I hope I
      have cured him. Did I tell you that I have brought Dr. King in to be
      Gazetteer? It will be worth above two hundred pounds a year to him: I
      believe I told you so before, but I am forgetful. Go, get you gone to
      ombre, and claret, and toasted oranges. I'll go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I cannot get rid of the leavings of my cold. I was in the City to-day,
      and dined with my printer, and gave him a ballad made by several hands, I
      know not whom. I believe Lord Treasurer had a finger in it; I added three
      stanzas; I suppose Dr. Arbuthnot had the greatest share. I had been
      overseeing some other little prints, and a pamphlet made by one of my
      under-strappers. Somerset is not out yet. I doubt not but you will have
      the Prophecy in Ireland, although it is not published here, only printed
      copies given to friends. Tell me, do you understand it? No, faith, not
      without help. Tell me what you stick at, and I'll explain. We turned out a
      member of our Society yesterday for gross neglect and non-attendance. I
      writ to him by order to give him notice of it. It is Tom Harley,(7)
      secretary to the Treasurer, and cousin-german to Lord Treasurer. He is
      going to Hanover from the Queen. I am to give the Duke of Ormond notice of
      his election as soon as I can see him.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. I went this morning with a parishioner of mine, one Nuttal, who came
      over here for a legacy of one hundred pounds, and a roguish lawyer had
      refused to pay him, and would not believe he was the man. I writ to the
      lawyer a sharp letter, that I had taken Nuttal into my protection, and was
      resolved to stand by him, and the next news was, that the lawyer desired I
      would meet him, and attest he was the man, which I did, and his money was
      paid upon the spot. I then visited Lord Treasurer, who is now right again,
      and all well, only that the Somerset family is not out yet. I hate that; I
      don't like it, as the man said, by, etc. Then I went and visited poor Will
      Congreve, who had a French fellow tampering with one of his eyes; he is
      almost blind of both. I dined with some merchants in the City, but could
      not see Stratford, with whom I had business. Presto, leave off your
      impertinence, and answer our letter, saith MD. Yes, yes, one of these
      days, when I have nothing else to do. O, faith, this letter is a week
      written, and not one side done yet. These ugly spots are not tobacco, but
      this is the last gilt sheet I have of large paper, therefore hold your
      tongue. Nuttal was surprised when they gave him bits of paper instead of
      money, but I made Ben Tooke put him in his geers:(8) he could not reckon
      ten pounds, but was puzzled with the Irish way. Ben Tooke and my printer
      have desired me to make them stationers to the Ordnance, of which Lord
      Rivers is Master, instead of the Duke of Marlborough. It will be a hundred
      pounds a year apiece to them, if I can get it. I will try to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I went this morning to Earl Rivers, gave him joy of his new employment,
      and desired him to prefer my printer and bookseller to be stationers to
      his office. He immediately granted it me; but, like an old courtier, told
      me it was wholly on my account, but that he heard I had intended to engage
      Mr. Secretary to speak to him, and desired I would engage him to do so,
      but that, however, he did it only for my sake. This is a Court trick, to
      oblige as many as you can at once. I read prayers to poor Mrs. Wesley, who
      is very much out of order, instead of going to church; and then I went to
      Court, which I found very full, in expectation of seeing Prince Eugene,
      who landed last night, and lies at Leicester House; he was not to see the
      Queen till six this evening. I hope and believe he comes too late to do
      the Whigs any good. I refused dining with the Secretary, and was like to
      lose my dinner, which was at a private acquaintance's. I went at six to
      see the Prince at Court, but he was gone in to the Queen; and when he came
      out, Mr. Secretary, who introduced him, walked so near him that he quite
      screened me from him with his great periwig. I'll tell you a good passage:
      as Prince Eugene was going with Mr. Secretary to Court, he told the
      Secretary that Hoffman, the Emperor's Resident, said to His Highness that
      it was not proper to go to Court without a long wig, and his was a tied-up
      one: "Now," says the Prince, "I knew not what to do, for I never had a
      long periwig in my life; and I have sent to all my valets and footmen, to
      see whether any of them have one, that I might borrow it, but none of them
      has any."&mdash;Was not this spoken very greatly with some sort of
      contempt? But the Secretary said it was a thing of no consequence, and
      only observed by gentlemen ushers. I supped with Lord Masham, where Lord
      Treasurer and Mr. Secretary supped with us: the first left us at twelve,
      but the rest did not part till two, yet I have written all this, because
      it is fresh: and now I'll go sleep if I can; that is, I believe I shall,
      because I have drank a little.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I was this morning to give the Duke of Ormond notice of the honour done
      him to make him one of our Society, and to invite him on Thursday next to
      the Thatched House: he has accepted it with the gratitude and humility
      such a preferment deserves, but cannot come till the next meeting, because
      Prince Eugene is to dine with him that day, which I allowed for: a good
      excuse, and will report accordingly. I dined with Lord Masham, and sat
      there till eight this evening, and came home, because I was not very well,
      but a little griped; but now I am well again, I will not go, at least but
      very seldom, to Lord Masham's suppers. Lord Treasurer is generally there,
      and that tempts me, but late sitting up does not agree with me: there's
      the short and the long, and I won't do it; so take your answer, dear
      little young women; and I have no more to say to you to-night, because of
      the Archbishop, for I am going to write a long letter to him, but not so
      politely as formerly: I won't trust him.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Well, then, come, let us see this letter; if I must answer it, I must.
      What's here now? yes, faith, I lamented my birthday(9) two days after, and
      that's all: and you rhyme, Madam Stella; were those verses made upon my
      birthday? faith, when I read them, I had them running in my head all the
      day, and said them over a thousand times; they drank your health in all
      their glasses, and wished, etc. I could not get them out of my head. What?
      no, I believe it was not; what do I say upon the eighth of December?
      Compare, and see whether I say so. I am glad of Mrs. Stoyte's recovery,
      heartily glad; your Dolly Manley's and Bishop of Cloyne's(10) child I have
      no concern about: I am sorry in a civil way, that's all. Yes, yes, Sir
      George St. George dead.(11)&mdash;Go, cry, Madam Dingley; I have written
      to the Dean. Raymond will be rich, for he has the building itch. I wish
      all he has got may put him out of debt. Poh, I have fires like lightning;
      they cost me twelvepence a week, beside small coal. I have got four new
      caps, madam, very fine and convenient, with striped cambric, instead of
      muslin; so Patrick need not mend them, but take the old ones. Stella
      snatched Dingley's word out of her pen; Presto a cold? Why, all the world
      here is dead with them: I never had anything like it in my life; 'tis not
      gone in five weeks. I hope Leigh is with you before this, and has brought
      your box. How do you like the ivory rasp? Stella is angry; but I'll have a
      finer thing for her. Is not the apron as good? I'm sure I shall never be
      paid it; so all's well again.&mdash;What? the quarrel with Sir John
      Walter?(12) Why, we had not one word of quarrel; only he railed at me when
      I was gone: and Lord Keeper and Treasurer teased me for a week. It was
      nuts to them; a serious thing with a vengeance.&mdash;The Whigs may sell
      their estates then, or hang themselves, as they are disposed; for a peace
      there will be. Lord Treasurer told me that Connolly(13) was going to
      Hanover. Your Provost(14) is a coxcomb. Stella is a good girl for not
      being angry when I tell her of spelling; I see none wrong in this. God
      Almighty be praised that your disorder lessens; it increases my hopes
      mightily that they will go off. And have you been plagued with the fear of
      the plague? never mind those reports; I have heard them five hundred
      times. Replevi? Replevin, simpleton, 'tis Dingley I mean; but it is a hard
      word, and so I'll excuse it. I stated Dingley's accounts in my last. I
      forgot Catherine's sevenpenny dinner. I hope it was the beef-steaks; I'll
      call and eat them in spring; but Goody Stoyte must give me coffee, or
      green tea, for I drink no bohea. Well, ay, the pamphlet; but there are
      some additions to the fourth edition; the fifth edition was of four
      thousand, in a smaller print, sold for sixpence. Yes, I had the
      twenty-pound bill from Parvisol: and what then? Pray now eat the Laracor
      apples; I beg you not to keep them, but tell me what they are. You have
      had Tooke's bill in my last. And so there now, your whole letter is
      answered. I tell you what I do; I lay your letter before me, and take it
      in order, and answer what is necessary; and so and so. Well, when I
      expected we were all undone, I designed to retire for six months, and then
      steal over to Laracor; and I had in my mouth a thousand times two lines of
      Shakespeare, where Cardinal Wolsey says,
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     "A weak old man, battered with storms of state,
      Is come to lay his weary bones among you."(15)
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    <p>
      I beg your pardon; I have cheated you all this margin, I did not perceive
      it; and I went on wider and wider like Stella; awkward sluts; SHE WRITES
      SO SO, THERE:(16) that's as like as two eggs a penny.&mdash;"A weak old
      man," now I am saying it, and shall till to-morrow.&mdash;The Duke of
      Marlborough says there is nothing he now desires so much as to contrive
      some way how to soften Dr. Swift. He is mistaken; for those things that
      have been hardest against him were not written by me. Mr. Secretary told
      me this from a friend of the Duke's; and I'm sure now he is down, I shall
      not trample on him; although I love him not, I dislike his being out.&mdash;Bernage
      was to see me this morning, and gave some very indifferent excuses for not
      calling here so long. I care not twopence. Prince Eugene did not dine with
      the Duke of Marlborough on Sunday, but was last night at Lady Betty
      Germaine's assemblee, and a vast number of ladies to see him. Mr. Lewis
      and I dined with a private friend. I was this morning to see the Duke of
      Ormond, who appointed me to meet him at the Cockpit at one, but never
      came. I sat too some time with the Duchess. We don't like things very well
      yet. I am come home early, and going to be busy. I'll go write.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I could not go sleep last night till past two, and was waked before
      three by a noise of people endeavouring to break open my window. For a
      while I would not stir, thinking it might be my imagination; but hearing
      the noise continued, I rose and went to the window, and then it ceased. I
      went to bed again, and heard it repeated more violently; then I rose and
      called up the house, and got a candle: the rogues had lifted up the sash a
      yard; there are great sheds before my windows, although my lodgings be a
      storey high; and if they get upon the sheds they are almost even with my
      window. We observed their track, and panes of glass fresh broken. The
      watchmen told us to-day they saw them, but could not catch them. They
      attacked others in the neighbourhood about the same time, and actually
      robbed a house in Suffolk Street, which is the next street but one to us.
      It is said they are seamen discharged from service. I went up to call my
      man, and found his bed empty; it seems he often lies abroad. I challenged
      him this morning as one of the robbers. He is a sad dog; and the minute I
      come to Ireland I will discard him. I have this day got double iron bars
      to every window in my dining-room and bed-chamber; and I hide my purse in
      my thread stocking between the bed's head and the wainscot. Lewis and I
      dined with an old Scotch friend, who brought the Duke of Douglas(17) and
      three or four more Scots upon us.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. This was our Society day, you know; but the Duke of Ormond could not
      be with us, because he dined with Prince Eugene. It cost me a guinea
      contribution to a poet, who had made a copy of verses upon monkeys,
      applying the story to the Duke of Marlborough; the rest gave two guineas,
      except the two physicians,(18) who followed my example. I don't like this
      custom: the next time I will give nothing. I sat this evening at Lord
      Masham's with Lord Treasurer: I don't like his countenance; nor I don't
      like the posture of things well.
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     We cannot be stout,
     Till Somerset's out:
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    <p>
      as the old saying is.
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    <p>
      11. Mr. Lewis and I dined with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who eats
      the most elegantly of any man I know in town. I walked lustily in the Park
      by moonshine till eight, to shake off my dinner and wine; and then went to
      sup at Mr. Domville's with Ford, and stayed till twelve. It is told me
      to-day as a great secret that the Duke of Somerset will be out soon, that
      the thing is fixed; but what shall we do with the Duchess? They say the
      Duke will make her leave the Queen out of spite, if he be out. It has
      stuck upon that fear a good while already. Well, but Lewis gave me a
      letter from MD, N.25. O Lord, I did not expect one this fortnight, faith.
      You are mighty good, that's certain: but I won't answer it, because this
      goes to-morrow, only what you say of the printer being taken up; I value
      it not; all's safe there; nor do I fear anything, unless the Ministry be
      changed: I hope that danger is over. However, I shall be in Ireland before
      such a change; which could not be, I think, till the end of the session,
      if the Whigs' designs had gone on.&mdash;Have not you an apron by Leigh,
      Madam Stella? have you all I mentioned in a former letter?
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Morning. This goes to-day as usual. I think of going into the City;
      but of that at night. 'Tis fine moderate weather these two or three days
      last. Farewell, etc. etc.
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      LETTER 39.
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      LONDON, Jan. 12,1711-12.
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    <p>
      When I sealed up my letter this morning, I looked upon myself to be not
      worth a groat in the world. Last night, after Mr. Ford and I left
      Domville, Ford desired me to go with him for a minute upon earnest
      business, and then told me that both he and I were ruined; for he had
      trusted Stratford with five hundred pounds for tickets for the lottery,
      and he had been with Stratford, who confessed he had lost fifteen thousand
      pounds by Sir Stephen Evans,(1) who broke last week; that he concluded
      Stratford must break too; that he could not get his tickets, but Stratford
      made him several excuses, which seemed very blind ones, etc. And Stratford
      had near four hundred pounds of mine, to buy me five hundred pounds in the
      South Sea Company. I came home reflecting a little; nothing concerned me
      but MD. I called all my philosophy and religion up; and, I thank God, it
      did not keep me awake beyond my usual time above a quarter of an hour.
      This morning I sent for Tooke, whom I had employed to buy the stock of
      Stratford, and settle things with him. He told me I was secure; for
      Stratford had transferred it to me in form in the South Sea House, and he
      had accepted it for me, and all was done on stamped parchment. However, he
      would be further informed; and at night sent me a note to confirm me.
      However, I am not yet secure; and, besides, am in pain for Ford, whom I
      first brought acquainted with Stratford. I dined in the City.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. Domville and I dined with Ford to-day by appointment: the Lord Mansel
      told me at Court to-day that I was engaged to him; but Stratford had
      promised Ford to meet him and me to-night at Ford's lodgings. He did so;
      said he had hopes to save himself in his affair with Evans. Ford asked him
      for his tickets: he said he would send them tomorrow; but looking in his
      pocket-book, said he believed he had some of them about him, and gave him
      as many as came to two hundred pounds, which rejoiced us much; besides, he
      talked so frankly, that we might think there is no danger. I asked him,
      Was there any more to be settled between us in my affair? He said, No; and
      answered my questions just as Tooke had got them from others; so I hope I
      am safe. This has been a scurvy affair. I believe Stella would have half
      laughed at me, to see a suspicious fellow like me overreached. I saw
      Prince Eugene to-day at Court: I don't think him an ugly-faced fellow, but
      well enough, and a good shape.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. The Parliament was to sit to-day, and met; but were adjourned by the
      Queen's directions till Thursday. She designs to make some important
      speech then. She pretended illness; but I believe they were not ready, and
      they expect some opposition: and the Scotch lords are angry,(2) and must
      be pacified. I was this morning to invite the Duke of Ormond to our
      Society on Thursday, where he is then to be introduced. He has appointed
      me at twelve to-morrow about some business: I would fain have his help to
      impeach a certain lord; but I doubt we shall make nothing of it. I
      intended to have dined with Lord Treasurer, but I was told he would be
      busy: so I dined with Mrs. Van; and at night I sat with Lord Masham till
      one. Lord Treasurer was there, and chid me for not dining with him: he was
      in very good humour. I brought home two flasks of burgundy in my chair: I
      wish MD had them. You see it is very late; so I'll go to bed, and bid MD
      good night.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. This morning I presented my printer and bookseller to Lord Rivers, to
      be stationers to the Ordnance; stationers, that's the word; I did not
      write it plain at first. I believe it will be worth three hundred pounds a
      year between them. This is the third employment I have got for them.
      Rivers told them the Doctor commanded him, and he durst not refuse it. I
      would have dined with Lord Treasurer to-day again, but Lord Mansel would
      not let me, and forced me home with him. I was very deep with the Duke of
      Ormond to-day at the Cockpit, where we met to be private; but I doubt I
      cannot do the mischief I intended. My friend Penn came there, Will Penn
      the Quaker, at the head of his brethren, to thank the Duke for his
      kindness to their people in Ireland. To see a dozen scoundrels with their
      hats on, and the Duke complimenting with his off, was a good sight enough.
      I sat this evening with Sir William Robinson,(3) who has mighty often
      invited me to a bottle of wine: and it is past twelve.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. This being fast-day, Dr. Freind and I went into the City to dine late,
      like good fasters. My printer and bookseller want me to hook in another
      employment for them in the Tower, because it was enjoyed before by a
      stationer, although it be to serve the Ordnance with oil, tallow, etc.,
      and is worth four hundred pounds per annum more: I will try what I can do.
      They are resolved to ask several other employments of the same nature to
      other offices; and I will then grease fat sows, and see whether it be
      possible to satisfy them. Why am not I a stationer? The Parliament sits
      to-morrow, and Walpole, late Secretary at War, is to be swinged for
      bribery, and the Queen is to communicate something of great importance to
      the two Houses, at least they say so. But I must think of answering your
      letter in a day or two.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I went this morning to the Duke of Ormond about some business, and he
      told me he could not dine with us today, being to dine with Prince Eugene.
      Those of our Society of the House of Commons could not be with us, the
      House sitting late on Walpole. I left them at nine, and they were not
      come. We kept some dinner for them. I hope Walpole will be sent to the
      Tower, and expelled the House; but this afternoon the members I spoke with
      in the Court of Requests talked dubiously of it. It will be a leading card
      to maul the Duke of Marlborough for the same crime, or at least to censure
      him. The Queen's message was only to give them notice of the peace she is
      treating, and to desire they will make some law to prevent libels against
      the Government; so farewell to Grub Street.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I heard to-day that the commoners of our Society did not leave the
      Parliament till eleven at night, then went to those I left, and stayed
      till three in the morning. Walpole is expelled, and sent to the Tower. I
      was this morning again with Lord Rivers, and have made him give the other
      employment to my printer and bookseller; 'tis worth a great deal. I dined
      with my friend Lewis privately, to talk over affairs. We want to have this
      Duke of Somerset out, and he apprehends it will not be, but I hope better.
      They are going now at last to change the Commissioners of the Customs; my
      friend Sir Matthew Dudley will be out, and three more, and Prior will be
      in. I have made Ford copy out a small pamphlet, and sent it to the press,
      that I might not be known for author; 'tis A Letter to the October
      Club,(4) if ever you heard of such a thing.&mdash;Methinks this letter
      goes on but slowly for almost a week: I want some little conversation with
      MD, and to know what they are doing just now. I am sick of politics. I
      have not dined with Lord Treasurer these three weeks: he chides me, but I
      don't care: I don't.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer: this is his day of choice company,
      where they sometimes admit me, but pretend to grumble. And to-day they met
      on some extraordinary business; the Keeper, Steward, both Secretaries,
      Lord Rivers, and Lord Anglesea: I left them at seven, and came away, and
      have been writing to the Bishop of Clogher. I forgot to know where to
      direct to him since Sir George St. George's death,(5) but I have directed
      to the same house: you must tell me better, for the letter is sent by the
      bellman. Don't write to me again till this is gone, I charge you, for I
      won't answer two letters together. The Duke of Somerset is out, and was
      with his yellow liveries at Parliament to-day. You know he had the same
      with the Queen, when he was Master of the Horse: we hope the Duchess will
      follow, or that he will take her away in spite. Lord Treasurer, I hope,
      has now saved his head. Has the Dean received my letter? ask him at cards
      to-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. There was a world of people to-day at Court to see Prince Eugene, but
      all bit, for he did not come. I saw the Duchess of Somerset talking with
      the Duke of Buckingham; she looked a little down, but was extremely
      courteous. The Queen has the gout, but is not in much pain. Must I fill
      this line too?(6) well then, so let it be. The Duke of Beaufort(7) has a
      mighty mind to come into our Society; shall we let him? I spoke to the
      Duke of Ormond about it, and he doubts a little whether to let him in or
      no. They say the Duke of Somerset is advised by his friends to let his
      wife stay with the Queen; I am sorry for it. I dined with the Secretary
      to-day, with mixed company; I don't love it. Our Society does not meet
      till Friday, because Thursday will be a busy day in the House of Commons,
      for then the Duke of Marlborough's bribery is to be examined into about
      the pension paid him by those that furnished bread to the army.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I have been five times with the Duke of Ormond about a perfect trifle,
      and he forgets it: I used him like a dog this morning for it. I was asked
      to-day by several in the Court of Requests whether it was true that the
      author of the Examiner was taken up in an action of twenty thousand pounds
      by the Duke of Marlborough?(8) I dined in the City, where my printer
      showed me a pamphlet, called Advice to the October Club, which he said was
      sent him by an unknown hand: I commended it mightily; he never suspected
      me; 'tis a twopenny pamphlet. I came home and got timely to bed; but about
      eleven one of the Secretary's servants came to me to let me know that Lord
      Treasurer would immediately speak to me at Lord Masham's upon earnest
      business, and that, if I was abed, I should rise and come. I did so: Lord
      Treasurer was above with the Queen; and when he came down he laughed, and
      said it was not he that sent for me: the business was of no great
      importance, only to give me a paper, which might have been done to-morrow.
      I stayed with them till past one, and then got to bed again. Pize(9) take
      their frolics. I thought to have answered your letter.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Dr. Gastrell was to see me this morning: he is an eminent divine, one
      of the canons of Christ Church, and one I love very well: he said he was
      glad to find I was not with James Broad. I asked what he meant. "Why,"
      says he, "have you not seen the Grub Street paper, that says Dr. Swift was
      taken up as author of the Examiner, on an action of twenty thousand
      pounds, and was now at James Broad's?" who, I suppose, is some bailiff. I
      knew of this; but at the Court of Requests twenty people told me they
      heard I had been taken up. Lord Lansdowne observed to the Secretary and me
      that the Whigs spread three lies yesterday; that about me; and another,
      that Maccartney, who was turned out last summer,(10) is again restored to
      his places in the army; and the third, that Jack Hill's commission for
      Lieutenant of the Tower is stopped, and that Cadogan is to continue.
      Lansdowne thinks they have some design by these reports; I cannot guess
      it. Did I tell you that Sacheverell has desired mightily to come and see
      me? but I have put it off: he has heard that I have spoken to the
      Secretary in behalf of a brother whom he maintains, and who desires an
      employment.(11) T'other day at the Court of Requests Dr. Yalden(12)
      saluted me by name: Sacheverell, who was just by, came up to me, and made
      me many acknowledgment and compliments. Last night I desired Lord
      Treasurer to do something for that brother of Sacheverell's: he said he
      never knew he had a brother, but thanked me for telling him, and
      immediately put his name in his table-book.(13) I will let Sacheverell
      know this, that he may take his measures accordingly, but he shall be none
      of my acquaintance. I dined to-day privately with the Secretary, left him
      at six, paid a visit or two, and came home.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I dined again to-day with the Secretary, but could not despatch some
      business I had with him, he has so much besides upon his hands at this
      juncture, and preparing against the great business to-morrow, which we are
      top full of. The Minister's design is that the Duke of Marlborough shall
      be censured as gently as possible, provided his friends will not make head
      to defend him, but if they do, it may end in some severer votes. A
      gentleman, who was just now with him, tells me he is much cast down, and
      fallen away; but he is positive, if he has but ten friends in the House,
      that they shall defend him to the utmost, and endeavour to prevent the
      least censure upon him, which I think cannot be, since the bribery is
      manifest. Sir Solomon Medina(14) paid him six thousand pounds a year to
      have the employment of providing bread for the army, and the Duke owns it
      in his letter to the Commissioners of Accounts. I was to-night at Lord
      Masham's: Lord Dupplin took out my new little pamphlet, and the Secretary
      read a great deal of it to Lord Treasurer: they all commended it to the
      skies, and so did I, and they began a health to the author. But I doubt
      Lord Treasurer suspected; for he said, "This is Mr. Davenant's style,"
      which is his cant when he suspects me.(15) But I carried the matter very
      well. Lord Treasurer put the pamphlet in his pocket to read at home. I'll
      answer your letter to-morrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. The Secretary made me promise to dine with him today, after the
      Parliament was up: I said I would come; but I dined at my usual time,
      knowing the House would sit late on this great affair. I dined at a tavern
      with Mr. Domville and another gentleman; I have not done so before these
      many months. At ten this evening I went to the Secretary, but he was not
      come home: I sat with his lady till twelve, then came away; and he just
      came as I was gone, and he sent to my lodgings, but I would not go back;
      and so I know not how things have passed, but hope all is well; and I will
      tell you to-morrow day. It is late, etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. The Secretary sent to me this morning to know whether we should dine
      together. I went to him, and there I learned that the question went
      against the Duke of Marlborough, by a majority of a hundred; so the
      Ministry is mighty well satisfied, and the Duke will now be able to do no
      hurt. The Secretary and I, and Lord Masham, etc., dined with
      Lieutenant-General Withers,(16) who is just going to look after the army
      in Flanders: the Secretary and I left them a little after seven, and I am
      come home, and will now answer your letter, because this goes to-morrow:
      let me see&mdash;The box at Chester; oh, burn that box, and hang that
      Sterne; I have desired one to inquire for it who went toward Ireland last
      Monday, but I am in utter despair of it. No, I was not splenetic; you see
      what plunges the Court has been at to set all right again. And that
      Duchess is not out yet, and may one day cause more mischief. Somerset
      shows all about a letter from the Queen, desiring him to let his wife
      continue with her. Is not that rare! I find Dingley smelled a rat; because
      the Whigs are UPISH; but if ever I hear that word again, I'll UPPISH you.
      I am glad you got your rasp safe and sound; does Stella like her apron?
      Your critics about guarantees of succession are puppies; that's an answer
      to the objection. The answerers here made the same objection, but it is
      wholly wrong. I am of your opinion that Lord Marlborough is used too
      hardly: I have often scratched out passages from papers and pamphlets sent
      me, before they were printed, because I thought them too severe. But he is
      certainly a vile man, and has no sort of merit beside the military. The
      Examiners are good for little: I would fain have hindered the severity of
      the two or three last, but could not. I will either bring your papers
      over, or leave them with Tooke, for whose honesty I will engage. And I
      think it is best not to venture them with me at sea. Stella is a prophet,
      by foretelling so very positively that all would be well. Duke of Ormond
      speak against peace? No, simpleton, he is one of the staunchest we have
      for the Ministry. Neither trouble yourself about the printer: he appeared
      the first day of the term, and is to appear when summoned again; but
      nothing else will come of it. Lord Chief-Justice(17) is cooled since this
      new settlement. No; I will not split my journals in half; I will write but
      once a fortnight: but you may do as you will; which is, read only half at
      once, and t'other half next week. So now your letter is answered. (P&mdash;-
      on these blots.) What must I say more? I will set out in March, if there
      be a fit of fine weather; unless the Ministry desire me to stay till the
      end of the session, which may be a month longer; but I believe they will
      not: for I suppose the peace will be made, and they will have no further
      service for me. I must make my canal fine this summer, as fine as I can. I
      am afraid I shall see great neglects among my quicksets. I hope the
      cherry-trees on the river walk are fine things now. But no more of this.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I forgot to finish this letter this morning, and am come home so late
      I must give it to the bellman; but I would have it go to-night, lest you
      should think there is anything in the story of my being arrested in an
      action of twenty thousand pounds by Lord Marlborough, which I hear is in
      Dyer's Letter,(18) and, consequently, I suppose, gone to Ireland.
      Farewell, dearest MD, etc. etc.
    </p>
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      LETTER 40.
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      LONDON, Jan. 26, 1711-12.
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    <p>
      I have no gilt paper left of this size, so you must be content with plain.
      Our Society dined together today, for it was put off, as I told you, upon
      Lord Marlborough's business on Thursday. The Duke of Ormond dined with us
      to-day, the first time: we were thirteen at table; and Lord Lansdowne came
      in after dinner, so that we wanted but three. The Secretary proposed the
      Duke of Beaufort, who desires to be one of our Society; but I stopped it,
      because the Duke of Ormond doubts a little about it; and he was gone
      before it was proposed. I left them at seven, and sat this evening with
      poor Mrs. Wesley, who has been mightily ill to-day with a fainting fit;
      she has often convulsions, too: she takes a mixture with asafoetida, which
      I have now in my nose, and everything smells of it. I never smelt it
      before; 'tis abominable. We have eight packets, they say, due from
      Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I could not see Prince Eugene at Court to-day, the crowd was so great.
      The Whigs contrive to have a crowd always about him, and employ the rabble
      to give the word, when he sets out from any place. When the Duchess of
      Hamilton came from the Queen after church, she whispered me that she was
      going to pay me a visit. I went to Lady Oglethorpe's, the place appointed;
      for ladies always visit me in third places; and she kept me till near
      four: she talks too much, is a plaguy detractor, and I believe I shall not
      much like her. I was engaged to dine with Lord Masham: they stayed as long
      as they could, yet had almost dined, and were going in anger to pull down
      the brass peg for my hat, but Lady Masham saved it. At eight I went again
      to Lord Masham's; Lord Treasurer is generally there at night: we sat up
      till almost two. Lord Treasurer has engaged me to contrive some way to
      keep the Archbishop of York(1) from being seduced by Lord Nottingham. I
      will do what I can in it to-morrow. 'Tis very late, so I must go sleep.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Poor Mrs. Manley, the author, is very ill of a dropsy and sore leg:
      the printer tells me he is afraid she cannot live long. I am heartily
      sorry for her: she has very generous principles for one of her sort, and a
      great deal of good sense and invention: she is about forty, very homely,
      and very fat. Mrs. Van made me dine with her to-day. I was this morning
      with the Duke of Ormond and the Prolocutor about what Lord Treasurer spoke
      to me yesterday; I know not what will be the issue. There is but a slender
      majority in the House of Lords, and we want more. We are sadly mortified
      at the news of the French taking the town in Brazil from the Portuguese.
      The sixth edition of three thousand of the Conduct of the Allies is sold,
      and the printer talks of a seventh: eleven thousand of them have been
      sold, which is a most prodigious run. The little twopenny Letter of Advice
      to the October Club does not sell: I know not the reason, for it is finely
      written, I assure you; and, like a true author, I grow fond of it, because
      it does not sell: you know that it is usual to writers to condemn the
      judgment of the world: if I had hinted it to be mine, everybody would have
      bought it, but it is a great secret.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I borrowed one or two idle books of Contes des Fees,(2) and have been
      reading them these two days, although I have much business upon my hands.
      I loitered till one at home; then went to Mr. Lewis at his office; and the
      Vice-Chamberlain told me that Lady Rialton(3) had yesterday resigned her
      employment of lady of the bed-chamber, and that Lady Jane Hyde,(4) Lord
      Rochester's daughter, a mighty pretty girl, is to succeed. He said, too,
      that Lady Sunderland would resign in a day or two. I dined with Lewis, and
      then went to see Mrs. Wesley, who is better to-day. But you must know that
      Mr. Lewis gave me two letters, one from the Bishop of Cloyne, with an
      enclosed from Lord Inchiquin(5) to Lord Treasurer, which he desires I
      would deliver and recommend. I am told that lord was much in with Lord
      Wharton, and I remember he was to have been one of the Lords Justices by
      his recommendation; yet the Bishop recommends him as a great friend to the
      Church, etc. I'll do what I think proper. T'other letter was from little
      saucy MD, N.26. O Lord, never saw the like, under a cover, too, and by way
      of journal; we shall never have done. Sirrahs, how durst you write so
      soon, sirrahs? I won't answer it yet.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I was this morning with the Secretary, who was sick, and out of
      humour: he would needs drink champagne some days ago, on purpose to spite
      me, because I advised him against it, and now he pays for it. Stella used
      to do such tricks formerly; he put me in mind of her. Lady Sunderland has
      resigned her place too. It is Lady Catherine Hyde(6) that succeeds Lady
      Rialton, and not Lady Jane. Lady Catherine is the late Earl of Rochester's
      daughter. I dined with the Secretary, then visited his lady; and sat this
      evening with Lady Masham: the Secretary came to us; but Lord Treasurer did
      not; he dined with the Master of the Rolls,(7) and stayed late with him.
      Our Society does not meet till to-morrow se'nnight, because we think the
      Parliament will be very busy to-morrow upon the state of the war, and the
      Secretary, who is to treat as President, must be in the House. I fancy my
      talking of persons and things here must be very tedious to you, because
      you know nothing of them, and I talk as if you did. You know Kevin's
      Street, and Werburgh Street, and (what do you call the street where Mrs.
      Walls lives?) and Ingoldsby,(8) and Higgins,(9) and Lord Santry;(10) but
      what care you for Lady Catherine Hyde? Why do you say nothing of your
      health, sirrah? I hope it is well.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. Trimnel, Bishop of Norwich,(11) who was with this Lord Sunderland at
      Moor Park in their travels, preached yesterday before the House of Lords;
      and to-day the question was put to thank him, and print his sermon; but
      passed against him; for it was a terrible Whig sermon. The Bill to repeal
      the Act for naturalising Protestant foreigners passed the House of Lords
      to-day by a majority of twenty, though the Scotch lords went out, and
      would vote neither way, in discontent about the Duke of Hamilton's patent,
      if you know anything of it. A poem is come out to-day inscribed to me, by
      way of a flirt;(12) for it is a Whiggish poem, and good for nothing. They
      plagued me with it in the Court of Requests. I dined with Lord Treasurer
      at five alone, only with one Dutchman. Prior is now a Commissioner of the
      Customs. I told you so before, I suppose. When I came home to-night, I
      found a letter from Dr. Sacheverell, thanking me for recommending his
      brother to Lord Treasurer and Mr. Secretary for a place. Lord Treasurer
      sent to him about it: so good a solicitor was I, although I once hardly
      thought I should be a solicitor for Sacheverell.
    </p>
    <p>
      Feb. 1. Has not your Dean of St. Patrick received my letter? you say
      nothing of it, although I writ above a month ago. My printer has got the
      gout, and I was forced to go to him to-day, and there I dined. It was a
      most delicious day: why don't you observe whether the same days be fine
      with you? To-night, at six, Dr. Atterbury, and Prior, and I, and Dr.
      Freind, met at Dr. Robert Freind's(13) house at Westminster, who is master
      of the school: there we sat till one, and were good enough company. I here
      take leave to tell politic Dingley that the passage in the Conduct of the
      Allies is so far from being blamable that the Secretary designs to insist
      upon it in the House of Commons, when the Treaty of Barrier(14) is debated
      there, as it now shortly will, for they have ordered it to be laid before
      them. The pamphlet of Advice to the October Club begins now to sell; but I
      believe its fame will hardly reach Ireland: 'tis finely written, I assure
      you. I long to answer your letter, but won't yet; you know, 'tis late,
      etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. This ends Christmas,(15) and what care I? I have neither seen, nor
      felt, nor heard any Christmas this year. I passed a lazy dull day. I was
      this morning with Lord Treasurer, to get some papers from him, which he
      will remember as much as a cat, although it be his own business. It
      threatened rain, but did not much; and Prior and I walked an hour in the
      Park, which quite put me out of my measures. I dined with a friend hard
      by; and in the evening sat with Lord Masham till twelve. Lord Treasurer
      did not come; this is an idle dining-day usually with him. We want to hear
      from Holland how our peace goes on; for we are afraid of those scoundrels
      the Dutch, lest they should play us tricks. Lord Mar,(16) a Scotch earl,
      was with us at Lord Masham's: I was arguing with him about the
      stubbornness and folly of his countrymen; they are so angry about the
      affair of the Duke of Hamilton, whom the Queen has made a duke of England,
      and the House of Lords will not admit him. He swears he would vote for us,
      but dare not, because all Scotland would detest him if he did: he should
      never be chosen again, nor be able to live there.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I was at Court to-day to look for a dinner, but did not like any that
      were offered me; and I dined with Lord Mountjoy. The Queen has the gout in
      her knee, and was not at chapel. I hear we have a Dutch mail, but I know
      not what news, although I was with the Secretary this morning. He showed
      me a letter from the Hanover Envoy, Mr. Bothmar, complaining that the
      Barrier Treaty is laid before the House of Commons; and desiring that no
      infringement may be made in the guarantee of the succession; but the
      Secretary has written him a peppering answer. I fancy you understand all
      this, and are able states-girls, since you have read the Conduct of the
      Allies. We are all preparing against the Birthday; I think it is Wednesday
      next. If the Queen's gout increases, it will spoil sport. Prince Eugene
      has two fine suits made against it; and the Queen is to give him a sword
      worth four thousand pounds, the diamonds set transparent.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I was this morning soliciting at the House of Commons' door for Mr.
      Vesey, a son of the Archbishop of Tuam,(17) who has petitioned for a Bill
      to relieve him in some difficulty about his estate: I secured him above
      fifty members. I dined with Lady Masham. We have no packet from Holland,
      as I was told yesterday: and this wind will hinder many people from
      appearing at the Birthday, who expected clothes from Holland. I appointed
      to meet a gentleman at the Secretary's to-night, and they both failed. The
      House of Commons have this day made many severe votes about our being
      abused by our Allies. Those who spoke drew all their arguments from my
      book, and their votes confirm all I writ; the Court had a majority of a
      hundred and fifty: all agree that it was my book that spirited them to
      these resolutions; I long to see them in print. My head has not been as
      well as I could wish it for some days past, but I have not had any giddy
      fit, and I hope it will go over.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. The Secretary turned me out of his room this morning, and showed me
      fifty guineas rolled up, which he was going to give some French spy. I
      dined with four Irishmen at a tavern to-day: I thought I had resolved
      against it before, but I broke it. I played at cards this evening at Lady
      Masham's, but I only played for her while she was waiting; and I won her a
      pool, and supped there. Lord Treasurer was with us, but went away before
      twelve. The ladies and lords have all their clothes ready against
      to-morrow: I saw several mighty fine, and I hope there will be a great
      appearance, in spite of that spiteful French fashion of the Whiggish
      ladies not to come, which they have all resolved to a woman; and I hope it
      will more spirit the Queen against them for ever.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I went to dine at Lord Masham's at three, and met all the company just
      coming out of Court; a mighty crowd: they stayed long for their coaches: I
      had an opportunity of seeing several lords and ladies of my acquaintance
      in their fineries. Lady Ashburnham(18) looked the best in my eyes. They
      say the Court was never fuller nor finer. Lord Treasurer, his lady, and
      two daughters and Mrs. Hill, dined with Lord and Lady Masham; the five
      ladies were monstrous fine. The Queen gave Prince Eugene the diamond sword
      to-day; but nobody was by when she gave it except my Lord Chamberlain.
      There was an entertainment of opera songs at night, and the Queen was at
      all the entertainment, and is very well after it. I saw Lady Wharton,(19)
      as ugly as the devil, coming out in the crowd all in an undress; she has
      been with the Marlborough daughters(20) and Lady Bridgewater(21) in St.
      James's, looking out of the window all undressed to see the sight. I do
      not hear that one Whig lady was there, except those of the bed-chamber.
      Nothing has made so great a noise as one Kelson's chariot, that cost nine
      hundred and thirty pounds, the finest was ever seen. The rabble huzzaed
      him as much as they did Prince Eugene. This is Birthday chat.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Our Society met to-day: the Duke of Ormond was not with us; we have
      lessened our dinners, which were grown so extravagant that Lord Treasurer
      and everybody else cried shame. I left them at seven, visited for an hour,
      and then came home, like a good boy. The Queen is much better after
      yesterday's exercise: her friends wish she would use a little more. I
      opposed Lord Jersey's(22) election into our Society, and he is refused: I
      likewise opposed the Duke of Beaufort; but I believe he will be chosen in
      spite of me: I don't much care; I shall not be with them above two months;
      for I resolve to set out for Ireland the beginning of April next (before I
      treat them again), and see my willows.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. I dined to-day in the City. This morning a scoundrel dog, one of the
      Queen's music, a German, whom I had never seen, got access to me in my
      chamber by Patrick's folly, and gravely desired me to get an employment in
      the Customs for a friend of his, who would be very grateful; and likewise
      to forward a project of his own, for raising ten thousand pounds a year
      upon operas: I used him civiller than he deserved; but it vexed me to the
      pluck.(23) He was told I had a mighty interest with Lord Treasurer, and
      one word of mine, etc. Well; I got home early on purpose to answer MD's
      letter, N.26; for this goes to-morrow.&mdash;Well; I never saw such a
      letter in all my life; so saucy, so journalish, so sanguine, so
      pretending, so everything. I satisfied all your fears in my last: all is
      gone well, as you say; yet you are an impudent slut to be so positive; you
      will swagger so upon your sagacity that we shall never have done. Pray
      don't mislay your reply; I would certainly print it, if I had it here: how
      long is it? I suppose half a sheet: was the answer written in Ireland?
      Yes, yes, you shall have a letter when you come from Ballygall. I need not
      tell you again who's out and who's in: we can never get out the Duchess of
      Somerset.&mdash;So, they say Presto writ the Conduct, etc. Do they like
      it? I don't care whether they do or no; but the resolutions printed
      t'other day in the Votes are almost quotations from it, and would never
      have passed if that book had not been written. I will not meddle with the
      Spectator, let him fair-sex it to the world's end. My disorder is over,
      but blood was not from the p-les.&mdash;Well, Madam Dingley, the frost;
      why, we had a great frost, but I forget how long ago; it lasted above a
      week or ten days: I believe about six weeks ago; but it did not break so
      soon with us, I think, as December 29; yet I think it was about that time,
      on second thoughts. MD can have no letter from Presto, says you; and yet
      four days before you own you had my thirty-seventh, unreasonable sluts!
      The Bishop of Gloucester is not dead,(24) and I am as likely to succeed
      the Duke of Marlborough as him if he were; there's enough for that now. It
      is not unlikely that the Duke of Shrewsbury will be your Governor; at
      least I believe the Duke of Ormond will not return.&mdash;Well, Stella
      again: why, really three editions of the Conduct, etc., is very much for
      Ireland; it is a sign you have some honest among you. Well; I will do Mr.
      Manley(25) all the service I can; but he will ruin himself. What business
      had he to engage at all about the City? Can't he wish his cause well, and
      be quiet, when he finds that stirring will do it no good, and himself a
      great deal of hurt? I cannot imagine who should open my letter: it must be
      done at your side.&mdash;If I hear of any thoughts of turning out Mr.
      Manley, I will endeavour to prevent it. I have already had all the
      gentlemen of Ireland here upon my back often, for defending him. So now I
      have answered your saucy letter. My humble service to Goody Stoyte and
      Catherine; I will come soon for my dinner.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Morning. My cold goes off at last; but I think I have got a small new
      one. I have no news since last. They say we hear by the way of Calais,
      that peace is very near concluding. I hope it may be true. I'll go and
      seal up my letter, and give it myself to-night into the post-office; and
      so I bid my dearest MD farewell till to-night. I heartily wish myself with
      them, as hope saved. My willows, and quicksets, and trees, will be finely
      improved, I hope, this year. It has been fine hard frosty weather
      yesterday and to-day. Farewell, etc. etc. etc.
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      LETTER 41.(1)
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    <h3>
      LONDON, Feb. 9, 1711-12.
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    <p>
      When my letter is gone, and I have none of yours to answer, my conscience
      is so clear, and my shoulder so light, and I go on with such courage to
      prate upon nothing to deerichar MD, oo would wonder. I dined with Sir
      Matthew Dudley, who is newly turned out of Commission of the Customs. He
      affects a good heart, and talks in the extremity of Whiggery, which was
      always his principle, though he was gentle a little, while he kept in
      employment. We can yet get no packets from Holland. I have not been with
      any of the Ministry these two or three days. I keep out of their way on
      purpose, for a certain reason, for some time, though I must dine with the
      Secretary to-morrow, the choosing of the company being left to me. I have
      engaged Lord Anglesea(2) and Lord Carteret,(3) and have promised to get
      three more; but I have a mind that none else should be admitted: however,
      if I like anybody at Court to-morrow, I may perhaps invite them. I have
      got another cold, but not very bad. Nite. .. MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I saw Prince Eugene at Court to-day very plain; he's plaguy yellow,
      and tolerably ugly besides. The Court was very full, and people had their
      Birthday clothes. I dined with the Secretary to-day. I was to invite five,
      but I only invited two, Lord Anglesea and Lord Carteret. Pshaw, I told you
      this but yesterday. We have no packets from Holland yet. Here are a parcel
      of drunken Whiggish lords, like your Lord Santry,(4) who come into
      chocolate-houses and rail aloud at the Tories, and have challenges sent
      them, and the next morning come and beg pardon. General Ross(5) was like
      to swinge the Marquis of Winchester(6) for this trick t'other day; and we
      have nothing else now to talk of till the Parliament has had another bout
      with the state of the war, as they intended in a few days. They have
      ordered the Barrier Treaty to be laid before them; and it was talked some
      time ago, as if there was a design to impeach Lord Townshend, who made it.
      I have no more politics now. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I dined with Lord Anglesea to-day, who had seven Irishmen to be my
      companions, of which two only were coxcombs; one I did not know, and
      t'other was young Blith,(7) who is a puppy of figure here, with a fine
      chariot. He asked me one day at Court, when I had been just talking with
      some lords who stood near me, "Doctor, when shall we see you in the county
      of Meath?" I whispered him to take care what he said, for the people would
      think he was some barbarian. He never would speak to me since, till we met
      to-day. I went to Lady Masham's to-night, and sat with Lord Treasurer and
      the Secretary there till past two o'clock; and when I came home, found
      some letters from Ireland, which I read, but can say nothing of them till
      to-morrow, 'tis so very late; but I(8) must always be...,(9) late or
      early. Nite deelest sollahs.(10)
    </p>
    <p>
      12. One letter was from the Bishop of Clogher last night, and t'other from
      Walls, about Mrs. South's(11) salary, and his own pension of 18 pounds for
      his tithe of the park. I will do nothing in either; the first I cannot
      serve in, and the other is a trifle; only you may tell him I had his
      letter, and will speak to Ned Southwell about what he desires me. You say
      nothing of your Dean's receiving my letter. I find Clements,(12) whom I
      recommended to Lord Anglesea last year, at Walls's desire, or rather the
      Bishop of Clogher's, is mightily in Lord Anglesea's favour. You may tell
      the Bishop and Walls so; I said to Lord Anglesea that I was (glad) I had
      the good luck to recommend him, etc. I dined in the City with my printer,
      to consult with him about some papers Lord Treasurer gave me last night,
      as he always does, too late; however, I will do something with them. My
      third cold is a little better; I never had anything like it before, three
      colds successively; I hope I shall have the fourth.(13) Those messengers
      come from Holland to-day, and they brought over the six packets that were
      due. I know not the particulars yet, for when I was with the Secretary at
      noon they were just opening; but one thing I find, that the Dutch are
      playing us tricks, and tampering with the French; they are dogs; I shall
      know more tomollow... MD.(14)
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I dined to-day privately with my friend Lewis, at his lodgings, to
      consult about some observations on the Barrier Treaty. Our news from
      Holland is not good. The French raise difficulties, and make such offers
      to the Allies as cannot be accepted. And the Dutch are uneasy that we are
      likely to get anything for ourselves; and the Whigs are glad at all this.
      I came home early, and have been very busy three or four hours. I had a
      letter from Dr. Pratt(15) to-day by a private hand, recommending the
      bearer to me, for something that I shall not trouble myself about.
      Wesley(16) writ to recommend the same fellow to me. His expression is
      that, hearing I am acquainted with my Lord Treasurer, he desires I would
      do so and so: a matter of nothing. What puppies are mankind! I hope I
      shall be wiser when I have once done with Courts. I think you han't
      troubled me much with your recommendations. I would do you all the
      saavis(17) I could.
    </p>
    <p>
      Pray have you got your aplon,(18) maram Ppt? I paid for it but yesterday;
      that puts me in mind of it. I writ an inventory of what things I sent by
      Leigh in one of my letters; did you compare it with what you got? I hear
      nothing of your cards now; do you never play? Yes, at Ballygall. Go to
      bed. Nite, deelest MD.(19)
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Our Society dined to-day at Mr. Secretary's house. I went there at
      four; but hearing the House of Commons would sit late upon the Barrier
      Treaty, I went for an hour to Kensington, to see Lord Masham's children.
      My young nephew,(20) his son of six months old, has got a swelling in his
      neck; I fear it is the evil. We did not go to dinner till eight at night,
      and I left them at ten. The Commons have been very severe on the Barrier
      Treaty, as you will find by their votes. A Whig member took out the
      Conduct of the Allies, and read that passage about the succession with
      great resentment; but none seconded him. The Church party carried every
      vote by a great majority. The A.B.(21) Dublin is so railed at by all who
      come from Ireland that I can defend him no longer. Lord Anglesea assured
      me that the story of applying Piso out of Tacitus(22) to Lord Treasurer's
      being wounded is true. I believe the Duke of Beaufort will be admitted to
      our Society next meeting. To-day I published the Fable of Midas,(23) a
      poem, printed in a loose half-sheet of paper. I know not how it will sell;
      but it passed wonderfully at our Society to-night; and Mr. Secretary read
      it before me the other night to Lord Treasurer, at Lord Masham's, where
      they equally approved of it. Tell me how it passes with you. I think this
      paper is larger than ordinary; for here is six days' journal, and no
      nearer the bottom. I fear these journals are very dull. Nite my deelest
      lives.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Mr. Lewis and I dined by invitation with a Scotch acquaintance, after
      I had been very busy in my chamber till two afternoon. My third cold is
      now very troublesome on my breast, especially in the morning. This is a
      great revolution in my health; colds never used to return so soon with me,
      or last so long. 'Tis very surprising this news to-day of the Dauphin and
      Dauphiness both dying within six days. They say the old King is almost
      heart-broke. He has had prodigious mortifications in his family. The
      Dauphin has left two little sons, of four and two years old; the eldest is
      sick. There is a foolish story got about the town that Lord Strafford, one
      of our Plenipotentiaries, is in the interests of France; and it has been a
      good while said that Lord Privy Seal(24) and he do not agree very well.
      They are both long practised in business, but neither of them of much
      parts. Strafford has some life and spirit, but is infinitely proud, and
      wholly illiterate. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I dined to-day in the City with my printer, to finish something I am
      doing about the Barrier Treaty;(25) but it is not quite done. I went this
      evening to Lord Masham's, where Lord Treasurer sat with us till past
      twelve. The Lords have voted an Address to the Queen, to tell her they are
      not satisfied with the King of France's offers. The Whigs brought it in of
      a sudden; and the Court could not prevent it, and therefore did not oppose
      it. The House of Lords is too strong in Whigs, notwithstanding the new
      creations; for they are very diligent, and the Tories as lazy: the side
      that is down has always most industry. The Whigs intended to have made a
      vote that would reflect on Lord Treasurer; but their project was not ripe.
      I hit my face such a rap by calling the coach to stop to-night, that it is
      plaguy sore, the bone beneath the eye. Nite dee logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. The Court was mighty full to-day, and has been these many Sundays; but
      the Queen was not at chapel. She has got a little fit of the gout in her
      foot. The good of going to Court is that one sees all one's acquaintance,
      whom otherwise I should hardly meet twice a year. Prince Eugene dines with
      the Secretary to-day, with about seven or eight General Officers, or
      foreign Ministers. They will be all drunk, I am sure. I never was in
      company with this Prince: I have proposed to some lords that we should
      have a sober meal with him; but I can't compass it. It is come over in the
      Dutch news prints that I was arrested on an action of twenty thousand
      pounds by the Duke of Marlborough. I did not like my Court invitation
      to-day; so Sir Andrew Fountaine and I went and dined with Mrs. Van. I came
      home at six, and have been very busy till this minute, and it is past
      twelve. So I got into bed to write to MD... MD.(26) We reckon the
      Dauphin's death will put forward the peace a good deal. Pray is Dr.
      Griffith(27) reconciled to me yet? Have I done enough to soften him?...
      (28) Nite deelest logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. Lewis had Guiscard's picture: he bought it, and offered it to Lord
      Treasurer, who promised to send for it, but never did; so I made Lewis
      give it me, and I have it in my room; and now Lord Treasurer says he will
      take it from me: is that fair? He designs to have it at length in the
      clothes he was when he did the action, and a penknife in his hand; and
      Kneller is to copy it from this that I have. I intended to dine with Lord
      Treasurer to-day, but he has put me off till to-morrow; so I dined with
      Lord Dupplin. You know Lord Dupplin very well; he is a brother of the
      Society. Well, but I have received a letter from the Bishop of Cloyne, to
      solicit an affair for him with Lord Treasurer, and with the Parliament,
      which I will do as soon as fly. I am not near so keen about other people's
      affairs as... (29) Ppt used to reproach me about; it was a judgment on me.
      Harkee, idle dearees both, meetinks I begin to want a rettle flom(30) MD:
      faith, and so I do. I doubt you have been in pain about the report of my
      being arrested. The pamphleteers have let me alone this month, which is a
      great wonder: only the third part of the Answer to the Conduct, which is
      lately come out. (Did I tell you of it already?) The House of Commons goes
      on in mauling the late Ministry and their proceedings. Nite deelest
      MD.(31)
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I dined with Lord Treasurer to-day, and sat with him till ten, in
      spite of my teeth, though my printer waited for me to correct a sheet. I
      told him of four lines I writ extempore with my pencil, on a bit of paper
      in his house, while he lay wounded. Some of the servants, I suppose, made
      waste-paper of them, and he never had heard of them. Shall I tell them
      you? They were inscribed to Mr. Harley's physician. Thus
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     Britain is lost, if Harley dies.
     Harley depends upon your skill:
     Think what you save, or what you kill.
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    <p>
      Are not they well enough to be done off-hand; for that is the meaning of
      the word extempore, which you did not know, did you? I proposed that some
      company should dine with him on the 8th of March, which was the day he was
      wounded, but he says he designs that the Lords of the Cabinet, who then
      sat with him, should dine that day with him:(33) however, he has invited
      me too. I am not got rid of my cold; it plagues me in the morning chiefly.
      Nite, MD,
    </p>
    <p>
      20. After waiting to catch the Secretary coming out from Sir Thomas
      Hanmer, for two hours, in vain, about some business, I went into the City
      to my printer, to correct some sheets of the Barrier Treaty and Remarks,
      which must be finished to-morrow: I have been horrible busy for some days
      past, with this and some other things; and I wanted some very necessary
      papers, which the Secretary was to give me, and the pamphlet must now be
      published without them. But they are all busy too. Sir Thomas Hanmer is
      Chairman of the Committee for drawing up a Representation of the state of
      the nation(34) to the Queen, where all the wrong steps of the Allies and
      late Ministry about the war will be mentioned. The Secretary, I suppose,
      was helping him about it to-day; I believe it will be a pepperer. Nite,
      deel MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I have been six hours to-day morning writing nineteen pages of a
      letter to Lord Treasurer, about forming a Society or Academy to correct
      and fix the English language.(35) (Is English a speech or a language?) It
      will not be above five or six more. I will send it to him to-morrow, and
      will print it, if he desires me. I dined, you know, with our Society
      to-day: Thursday is our day. We had a new member admitted; it was the Duke
      of Beaufort. We had thirteen met: brother Ormond was not there, but sent
      his excuse that Prince Eugene dined with him. I left them at seven, being
      engaged to go to Sir Thomas Hanmer, who desired I would see him at that
      hour. His business was that I would hoenlbp ihainm itavoi dsroanws ubpl
      tohne sroegporaensiepnotlastoigobn,(36) which I consented to do; but know
      not whether I shall succeed, because it is a little out of my way.
      However, I have taken my share. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I finished the rest of my letter to Lord Treasurer today, and sent it
      to him about one o'clock; and then dined privately with my friend Mr.
      Lewis, to talk over some affairs of moment. I had gotten the thirteenth
      volume of Rymer's Collection of the Records of the Tower for the
      University of Dublin.(37) I have two volumes now. I will write to the
      Provost, to know how I shall send them to him; no, I won't, for I will
      bring them myself among my own books. I was with Hanmer this morning, and
      there were the Secretary and Chancellor of the Exchequer(38) very busy
      with him, laying their heads together about the representation. I went to
      Lord Masham's to-night, and Lady Masham made me read to her a pretty
      twopenny pamphlet, called The St. Albans Ghost.(39) I thought I had writ
      it myself; so did they; but I did not. Lord Treasurer came down to us from
      the Queen, and we stayed till two o'clock. That is the best night-place I
      have. The usual(40) company are Lord and Lady Masham, Lord Treasurer, Dr.
      Arbuthnot, and I; sometimes the Secretary, and sometimes Mrs. Hill of the
      bed-chamber, Lady Masham's sister. I assure oo, it im vely rate now; but
      zis goes to-morrow: and I must have time to converse with own richar MD.
      Nite, deelest sollahs.(41)
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I have no news to tell you this last day, nor do I know where I shall
      dine. I hear the Secretary is a little out of order; perhaps I may dine
      there, perhaps not. I sent Hanmer what he wanted from me, I know not how
      he will approve of it. I was to do more of the same sort; I am going out,
      and must carry zis in my pottick to give it at some general post-house. I
      will talk further with oo at night. I suppose in my next I shall answer a
      letter from MD that will be sent me. On Tuesday it will be four weeks
      since I had your last, N.26. This day se'nnight I expect one, for that
      will be something more than a full month. Farewell, MD... deelest... MD MD
      MD... ME ME ME... logues... lele.(42)
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      LONDON, Feb. 23, 1711-12.
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    <p>
      After having disposed my last letter in the post-office, I am now to begin
      this with telling MD that I dined with the Secretary to-day, who is much
      out of order with a cold, and feverish; yet he went to the Cabinet Council
      tonight at six, against my will. The Secretary is much the greatest
      commoner in England, and turns the whole Parliament, who can do nothing
      without him; and if he lives and has his health, will, I believe, be one
      day at the head of affairs. I have told him sometimes that, if I were a
      dozen years younger, I would cultivate his favour, and trust my fortune
      with his. But what care oo for all this? I am sorry when I came first
      acquainted with this Ministry that I did not send you their names and
      characters, and then you would have relished what(2) I would have writ,
      especially if I had let you into the particulars of affairs: but enough of
      this. Nite, deelest logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I went early this morning to the Secretary, who is not yet well. Sir
      Thomas Hanmer and the Chancellor of the Exchequer came while I was there,
      and he would not let me stir; so I did not go to church, but was busy with
      them till noon, about the affair I told you in my last. The other two went
      away; and I dined with the Secretary, and found my head very much out of
      order, but no absolute fit; and I have not been well all this day. It has
      shook me a little. I sometimes sit up very late at Lord Masham's, and have
      writ much for several days past: but I will amend both; for I have now
      very little business, and hope I shall have no more, and I am resolved to
      be a great rider this summer in Ireland. I was to see Mrs. Wesley this
      evening, who has been somewhat better for this month past, and talks of
      returning to the Bath in a few weeks. Our peace goes on but slowly; the
      Dutch are playing tricks, and we do not push it strongly as we ought. The
      fault of our Court is delay, of which the Queen has a great deal; and Lord
      Treasurer is not without his share. But pay richar MD ret us know a little
      of your life and tonvelsasens.(3) Do you play at ombre, or visit the Dean,
      and Goody Walls and Stoytes and Manleys, as usual? I must have a letter
      from oo, to fill the other side of this sheet. Let me know what you do. Is
      my aunt alive yet?
    </p>
    <p>
      Oh, pray, now I think of it, be so kind to step to my aunt, and take
      notice of my great-grandfather's picture; you know he has a ring on his
      finger, with a seal of an anchor and dolphin about it; but I think there
      is besides, at the bottom of the picture, the same coat of arms quartered
      with another, which I suppose was my great-grandmother's. If this be so,
      it is a stronger argument than the seal. And pray see whether you think
      that coat of arms was drawn at the same time with the picture, or whether
      it be of a later hand; and ask my aunt what she knows about it. But
      perhaps there is no such coat of arms on the picture, and I only dreamed
      it. My reason is, because I would ask some herald here, whether I should
      choose that coat, or one in Guillim's large folio of heraldry,(4) where my
      uncle Godwin is named with another coat of arms of three stags. This is
      sad stuff to rite; so nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. I was this morning again with the Secretary, and we were two hours
      busy; and then went together to the Park, Hyde Park, I mean; and he walked
      to cure his cold, and we were looking at two Arabian horses sent some time
      ago to Lord Treasurer.(5) The Duke of Marlborough's coach overtook us,
      with his Grace and Lord Godolphin in it; but they did not see us, to our
      great satisfaction; for neither of us desired that either of those two
      lords should see us together. There was half a dozen ladies riding like
      cavaliers to take the air. My head is better to-day. I dined with the
      Secretary; but we did no business after dinner, and at six I walked into
      the fields; the days are grown pure and long; then I went to visit
      Perceval(6) and his family, whom I had seen but twice since they came to
      town. They too are going to the Bath next month. Countess Doll of Meath(7)
      is such an owl that, wherever I visit, people are asking me whether I know
      such an Irish lady, and her figure and her foppery? I came home early, and
      have been amusing myself with looking into one of Rymer's volumes of the
      Records of the Tower, and am mighty easy to think I have no urgent
      business upon my hands. My third cold is not yet off; I sometimes cough,
      and am not right with it in the morning. Did I tell you that I believe it
      is Lady Masham's hot room that gives it me? I never knew such a stove; and
      in my conscience I believe both my lord and she, my Lord Treasurer, Mr.
      Secretary, and myself have all suffered by it. We have all had colds
      together, but I walk home on foot. Nite dee logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I was again busy with the Secretary.(8) We read over some papers, and
      did a good deal of business; and I dined with him, and we were to do more
      business after dinner; but after dinner is after dinner&mdash;an old
      saying and a true, "much drinking, little thinking." We had company with
      us, and nothing could be done, and I am to go there again to-morrow. I
      have now nothing to do; and the Parliament, by the Queen's recommendation,
      is to take some method for preventing libels, etc., which will include
      pamphlets, I suppose. I don't know what method they will take, but it
      comes on in a day or two. To-day in the morning I visited upwards: first I
      saw the Duke of Ormond below stairs, and gave him joy of his being
      declared General in Flanders; then I went up one pair of stairs, and sat
      with the Duchess; then I went up another pair of stairs, and paid a visit
      to Lady Betty; and desired her woman to go up to the garret, that I might
      pass half an hour with her, but she was young and handsome, and would not.
      The Duke is our President this week, and I have bespoke a small dinner on
      purpose, for good example. Nite mi deelest logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I was again with the Secretary this morning; but we only read over
      some papers with Sir Thomas Hanmer; then I called at Lord Treasurer's; it
      was his levee-day, but I went up to his bed-chamber, and said what I had
      to say. I came down and peeped in at the chamber, where a hundred fools
      were waiting, and two streets were full of coaches. I dined in the City
      with my printer,(9) and came back at six to Lord Treasurer, who had
      invited me to dinner, but I refused him. I sat there an hour or two, and
      then went to Lord Masham's. They were all abroad: so truly I came, and
      read whatever stuff was next me. I can sit and be idle now, which I have
      not been above a year past. However, I will stay out the session, to see
      if they have any further commands for me, and that, I suppose, will end in
      April. But I may go somewhat before, for I hope all will be ended by then,
      and we shall have either a certain peace, or certain war. The Ministry is
      contriving new funds for money by lotteries, and we go on as if the war
      were to continue, but I believe it will not. 'Tis pretty late now, ung
      oomens; so I bid oo nite, own dee dallars.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I have been packing up some books in a great box I have bought, and
      must buy another for clothes and luggage. This is a beginning towards a
      removal. I have sent to Holland for a dozen shirts, and design to buy
      another new gown and hat. I will come over like a zinkerman,(10) and lay
      out nothing in clothes in Ireland this good while. I have writ this night
      to the Provost. Our Society met to-day as usual, and we were fourteen,
      beside the Earl of Arran,(11) whom his brother, the Duke of Ormond,
      brought among us against all order. We were mightily shocked; but, after
      some whispers, it ended in choosing Lord Arran one of our Society, which I
      opposed to his face, but it was carried by all the rest against me.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. This is leap year, and this is leap day. Prince George was born on
      this day. People are mistaken; and some here think it is St. David's Day;
      but they do not understand the virtue of leap year. I have nothing to do
      now, boys, and have been reading all this day like Gumdragon; and yet I
      was dictating some trifles this morning to a printer. I dined with a
      friend hard by, and the weather was so discouraging I could not walk. I
      came home early, and have read two hundred pages of Arran. Alexander the
      Great is just dead: I do not think he was poisoned; betwixt you and me,
      all those are but idle stories: it is certain that neither Ptolemy nor
      Aristobulus thought so, and they were both with him when he(12) died. It
      is a pity we have not their histories. The Bill for limiting Members of
      Parliament to have but so many places passed the House of Commons, and
      will pass the House of Lords, in spite of the Ministry, which you know is
      a great lessening of the Queen's power. Four of the new lords voted
      against the Court in this point. It is certainly a good Bill in the reign
      of an ill prince, but I think things are not settled enough for it at
      present. And the Court may want a majority upon a pinch. Nite deelest
      logues. Rove Pdfr.
    </p>
    <p>
      March 1. I went into the City to inquire after poor Stratford,(13) who has
      put himself a prisoner into the Queen's Bench, for which his friends blame
      him much, because his creditors designed to be very easy with him. He
      grasped at too many things together, and that was his ruin. There is one
      circumstance relative to Lieutenant-General Meredith(14) that is very
      melancholy: Meredith was turned out of all his employments last year, and
      had about 10,000 pounds left to live on. Stratford, upon friendship,
      desired he might have the management of it for Meredith, to put it into
      the stocks and funds for the best advantage, and now he has lost it all.
      You have heard me often talk of Stratford; we were class-fellows at school
      and university. I dined with some merchants, his friends, to-day, and they
      said they expected his breaking this good while. I gave him notice of a
      treaty of peace, while it was a secret, of which he might have made good
      use, but that helped to ruin him; for he gave money, reckoning there would
      be actually a peace by this time, and consequently stocks rise high. Ford
      narrowly 'scaped losing 500 pounds by him, and so did I too. Nite, my two
      deelest rives MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. Morning. I was wakened at three this morning, my man and the people of
      the house telling me of a great fire in the Haymarket. I slept again, and
      two hours after my man came in again, and told me it was my poor brother
      Sir William Wyndham's(15) house burnt, and that two maids, leaping out of
      an upper room to avoid the fire, both fell on their heads, one of them
      upon the iron spikes before the door, and both lay dead in the streets. It
      is supposed to have been some carelessness of one or both those maids. The
      Duke of Ormond was there helping to put out the fire. Brother Wyndham gave
      6,000 pounds but a few months ago for that house, as he told me, and it
      was very richly furnished. I shall know more particulars at night. He
      married Lady Catherine Seymour, the Duke of Somerset's daughter; you know
      her, I believe.&mdash;At night. Wyndham's young child escaped very
      narrowly; Lady Catherine escaped barefoot; they all went to Northumberland
      House. Mr. Brydges's(16) house, at next door, is damaged much, and was
      like to be burnt. Wyndham has lost above 10,000 pounds by this accident;
      his lady above a thousand pounds worth of clothes. It was a terrible
      accident. He was not at Court to-day. I dined with Lord Masham. The Queen
      was not at church. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Pray tell Walls that I spoke to the Duke of Ormond and Mr. Southwell
      about his friend's affair, who, I find, needed not me for a solicitor, for
      they both told me the thing would be done. I likewise mentioned his own
      affair to Mr. Southwell, and I hope that will be done too, for Southwell
      seems to think it reasonable, and I will mind him of it again. Tell him
      this nakedly. You need not know the particulars. They are secrets: one of
      them is about Mrs. South having a pension; the other about his salary from
      the Government for the tithes of the park that lie in his parish, to be
      put upon the establishment, but oo must not know zees sings, zey are
      secrets; and we must keep them flom nauty dallars. I dined in the City
      with my printer, with whom I had some small affair; but I have no large
      work on my hands now. I was with Lord Treasurer this morning, and hat(17)
      care oo for zat? Oo dined with the Dean to-day. Monday is parson's
      holiday, and oo lost oo money at cards and dice; ze Givars(18) device. So
      I'll go to bed. Nite, my two deelest logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I sat to-day with poor Mrs. Wesley, who made me dine with her. She is
      much better than she was. I heartily pray for her health, out of the
      entire love I bear to her worthy husband. This day has passed very
      insignificantly. But it is a great comfort to me now that I can come home
      and read, and have nothing upon my hands to write. I was at Lord Masham's
      to-night, and stayed there till one. Lord Treasurer was there; but I
      thought, I thought he looked melancholy, just as he did at the beginning
      of the session, and he was not so merry as usual. In short, the majority
      in the House of Lords is a very weak one: and he has much ado to keep it
      up; and he is not able to make those removes he would, and oblige his
      friends; and I doubt too(19) he does not take care enough about it, or
      rather cannot do all himself, and will not employ others: which is his
      great fault, as I have often told you. 'Tis late. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. I wish you a merry Lent. I hate Lent; I hate different diets, and
      furmity and butter, and herb porridge; and sour devout faces of people who
      only put on religion for seven weeks. I was at the Secretary's office this
      morning; and there a gentleman brought me two letters, dated last October;
      one from the Bishop of Clogher, t'other from Walls. The gentleman is
      called Colonel Newburgh.(20) I think you mentioned him to me some time
      ago; he has business in the House of Lords. I will do him what service I
      can. The Representation of the House of Commons is printed:(21) I have not
      seen it yet; it is plaguy severe, they say. I dined with Dr. Arbuthnot,
      and had a true Lenten dinner, not in point of victuals, but spleen; for
      his wife and a child or two were sick in the house, and that was full as
      mortifying as fish. We have had fine mighty cold frosty weather for some
      days past. I hope you take the advantage of it, and walk now and then. You
      never answer that part of my letters where I desire you to walk. I must
      keep my breath to cool my Lenten porridge. Tell Jemmy Leigh that his boy
      that robbed him now appears about the town: Patrick has seen him once or
      twice. I knew nothing of his being robbed till Patrick told me he had seen
      the boy. I wish it had been Sterne that had been robbed, to be revenged
      for the box that he lost,(22) and be p-xed to him. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I hear Mr. Prior has suffered by Stratford's breaking. I was yesterday
      to see Prior, who is not well, and I thought he looked melancholy. He can
      ill afford to lose money. I walked before dinner in the Mall a good while
      with Lord Arran and Lord Dupplin, two of my brothers, and then we went to
      dinner, where the Duke of Beaufort was our President. We were but eleven
      to-day. We are now in all nine lords and ten commoners. The Duke of
      Beaufort had the confidence to propose his brother-in-law, the Earl of
      Danby,(23) to be a member; but I opposed it so warmly that it was waived.
      Danby is not above twenty, and we will have no more boys, and we want but
      two to make up our number. I stayed till eight, and then we all went away
      soberly. The Duke of Ormond's treat last week cost 20 pounds, though it
      was only four dishes and four, without a dessert; and I bespoke it in
      order to be cheap. Yet I could not prevail to change the house. Lord
      Treasurer is in a rage with us for being so extravagant: and the wine was
      not reckoned neither; for that is always brought by him that is President.
      Lord Orrery(24) is to be President next week; and I will see whether it
      cannot be cheaper; or else we will leave the house...(25) Lord Masham made
      me go home with him to-night to eat boiled oysters. Take oysters, wash
      them clean; that is, wash their shells clean; then put your oysters into
      an earthen pot, with their hollow sides down, then put this pot into a
      great kettle with water, and so let them boil. Your oysters are boiled in
      their own liquor, and not mixed water. Lord Treasurer was not with us; he
      was very ill to-day with a swimming in the head, and is gone home to be
      cupped, and sent to desire Lady Masham to excuse him to the Queen. Nite,
      dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I was to-day at the House of Lords about a friend's Bill. Then I
      crossed the water at Westminster Stairs to Southwark, went through St.
      George's Fields to the Mint, which is the dominion of the King's(26) Bench
      Prison, where Stratford lodges in a blind alley, and writ to me to come to
      him; but he was gone to the 'Change. I thought he had something to say to
      me about his own affairs. I found him at his usual coffee-house, and went
      to his own lodgings, and dined with him and his wife, and other company.
      His business was only to desire I would intercede with the Ministry about
      his brother-in-law, Ben Burton,(27) of Dublin, the banker, who is likely
      to come into trouble, as we hear, about spreading false Whiggish news. I
      hate Burton, and told Stratford so; and I will advise the Duke of Ormond
      to make use of it, to keep the rogue in awe. Mrs. Stratford tells me her
      husband's creditors have consented to give him liberty to get up his debts
      abroad; and she hopes he will pay them all. He was cheerfuller than I have
      seen him this great while. I have walked much today.&mdash;Night, deelest
      logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. This day twelvemonth Mr. Harley was stabbed; but he is ill, and takes
      physic to-day, I hear ('tis now morning), and cannot have the Cabinet
      Council with him, as he intended, nor me to say grace. I am going to see
      him. Pray read the Representation; 'tis the finest that ever was writ.
      Some of it is Pdfr's style, but not very much. This is the day of the
      Queen's accession to the Crown; so it is a great day. I am going to Court,
      and will dine with Lord Masham; but I must go this moment to see the
      Secretary about some businesses; so I will seal up this, and put it in the
      post my own self. Farewell, deelest hearts and souls, MD. Farewell MD MD
      MD FW FW FW ME ME Lele Lele Lele Sollahs lele.
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      LETTER 43.(1)
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      LONDON, March 8, 1711-12.
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    <p>
      I carried my forty-second letter in my pocket till evening, and then put
      it in the general post.&mdash;I went in the morning to see Lord Treasurer,
      who had taken physic, and was drinking his broth. I had been with the
      Secretary before, to recommend a friend, one Dr. Freind,(2) to be
      Physician-General; and the Secretary promised to mention it to the Queen.
      I can serve everybody but myself. Then I went to Court, and carried Lord
      Keeper and the Secretary to dine with Lord Masham, when we drank the Queen
      and Lord Treasurer with every health, because this was the day of his
      stabbing.&mdash;Then I went and played pools at picquet with Lady Masham
      and Mrs. Hill; won ten shillings, gave a crown to the box, and came home.
      I met at my lodgings a letter from Joe, with a bit annexed from Ppt. What
      Joe asks is entirely out of my way, and I take it for a foolish whim in
      him. Besides, I know not who is to give a patent: if the Duke of Ormond, I
      would speak to him; and if it come in my head I will mention it to Ned
      Southwell. They have no patents that I know of for such things here, but
      good security is all; and to think that I would speak to Lord Treasurer
      for any such matter at random is a jest. Did I tell you of a race of
      rakes, called the Mohocks,(3) that play the devil about this town every
      night, slit people's noses, and beat them, etc.? Nite, sollahs, and rove
      Pdfr. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I was at Court to-day, and nobody invited me to dinner, except one or
      two, whom I did not care to dine with; so I dined with Mrs. Van. Young
      Davenant(4) was telling us at Court how he was set upon by the Mohocks,
      and how they ran his chair through with a sword. It is not safe being in
      the streets at night for them. The Bishop of Salisbury's son(5) is said to
      be of the gang. They are all Whigs; and a great lady sent to me, to speak
      to her father and to Lord Treasurer, to have a care of them, and to be
      careful likewise of myself; for she heard they had malicious intentions
      against the Ministers and their friends. I know not whether there be
      anything in this, though others are of the same opinion. The weather still
      continues very fine and frosty. I walked in the Park this evening, and
      came home early to avoid the Mohocks. Lord Treasurer is better. Nite, my
      own two deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I went this morning again to the Lord Treasurer, who is quite
      recovered; and I stayed till he went out. I dined with a friend in the
      City, about a little business of printing; but not my own. You must buy a
      small twopenny pamphlet, called Law is a Bottomless Pit.(6) 'Tis very
      prettily written, and there will be a Second Part. The Commons are very
      slow in bringing in their Bill to limit the press, and the pamphleteers
      make good use of their time; for there come out three or four every day.
      Well, but is not it time, methinks, to have a letter from MD? 'Tis now six
      weeks since I had your Number 26. I can assure oo I expect one before this
      goes; and I'll make shorter day's journals than usual, 'cause I hope to
      fill up a good deal of t'other side with my answer. Our fine weather lasts
      yet, but grows a little windy. We shall have rain soon, I dispose. Go to
      cards, sollahs, and I to seep. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Lord Treasurer has lent the long letter I writ him(7) to Prior, and I
      can't get Prior to return it. I want to have it printed, and to make up
      this Academy for the improvement of our language. Faith, we never shall
      improve it so much as FW has done; sall we? No, faith, ourrichar
      gangridge.(8) I dined privately with my friend Lewis, and then went to see
      Ned Southwell, and talk with him about Walls's business, and Mrs. South's.
      The latter will be done; but his own not. Southwell tells me that it must
      be laid before Lord Treasurer, and the nature of it explained, and a great
      deal of clutter, which is not worth the while; and maybe Lord Treasurer
      won't do it (at) last; and it is, as Walls says himself, not above forty
      shillings a year difference. You must tell Walls this, unless he would
      have the business a secret from you: in that case only say I did all I
      could with Ned Southwell, and it can't be done; for it must be laid before
      Lord Treasurer, etc., who will not do it; and besides, it is not worth
      troubling his lordship. So nite, my two deelest nuntyes nine MD.(9)
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Here is the D&mdash;&mdash; and all to do with these Mohocks. Grub
      Street papers about them fly like lightning, and a list printed of near
      eighty put into several prisons, and all a lie; and I begin almost to
      think there is no truth, or very little, in the whole story. He that
      abused Davenant was a drunken gentleman; none of that gang. My man tells
      me that one of the lodgers heard in a coffee-house, publicly, that one
      design of the Mohocks was upon me, if they could catch me; and though I
      believe nothing of it, I forbear walking late, and they have put me to the
      charge of some shillings already. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer and
      two gentlemen of the Highlands of Scotland, yet very polite men. I sat
      there till nine, and then went to Lord Masham's, where Lord Treasurer
      followed me, and we sat till twelve; and I came home in a chair for fear
      of the Mohocks, and I have given him warning of it too. Little
      Harrison,(10) whom I sent to Holland, is now actually made Queen's
      Secretary at The Hague. It will be in the Gazette to-morrow. 'Tis worth
      twelve hundred pounds a year. Here is a young fellow has writ some Sea
      Eclogues, poems of Mermen, resembling pastorals of shepherds, and they are
      very pretty, and the thought is new. Mermen are he-mermaids; Tritons,
      natives of the sea. Do you understand me? I think to recommend him to our
      Society to-morrow. His name is Diaper.(11) P&mdash; on him, I must do
      something for him, and get him out of the way. I hate to have any new wits
      rise, but when they do rise I would encourage them; but they tread on our
      heels and thrust us off the stage. Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. You would laugh to see our printer constantly attending our Society
      after dinner, and bringing us whatever new thing he has printed, which he
      seldom fails to do. Yet he had nothing to-day. Lord Lansdowne, one of our
      Society, was offended at a passage in this day's Examiner, which he thinks
      reflects on him, as I believe it does, though in a mighty civil way. 'Tis
      only that his underlings cheat; but that he is a very fine gentleman every
      way, etc.(12) Lord Orrery was President to-day; but both our dukes were
      absent. Brother Wyndham recommended Diaper to the Society. I believe we
      shall make a contribution among ourselves, which I don't like. Lord
      Treasurer has yet done nothing for us, but we shall try him soon. The
      company parted early, but Freind, and Prior, and I, sat a while longer and
      reformed the State, and found fault with the Ministry. Prior hates his
      Commission of the Customs, because it spoils his wit. He says he dreams of
      nothing but cockets,(13) and dockets, and drawbacks, and other jargon
      words of the custom-house. Our good weather went away yesterday, and the
      nights are now dark, and I came home before ten. Night nown... deelest
      sollahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. I have been plagued this morning with solicitors, and with nobody more
      than my brother, Dr. Freind, who must needs have to get old Dr.
      Lawrence,(14) the Physician-General, turned out and himself in. He has
      argued with me so long upon the reasonableness of it, that I am fully
      convinced it is very unreasonable; and so I would tell the Secretary, if I
      had not already made him speak to the Queen. Besides, I know not but my
      friend Dr. Arbuthnot would be content to have it himself, and I love him
      ten times better than Freind. What's all this to you? but I must talk of
      things as they happen in the day, whether you know anything of them or no.
      I dined in the City, and, coming back, one Parson Richardson(15) of
      Ireland overtook me. He was here last summer upon a project of converting
      the Irish and printing Bibles, etc., in that language, and is now returned
      to pursue it on. He tells me Dr. Coghill(16) came last night (to) town. I
      will send to see how he does to-morrow. He gave me a letter from Walls
      about his old business. Nite, deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I had intended to be early with the Secretary this morning, when my
      man admitted upstairs one Mr. Newcomb,(17) an officer, who brought me a
      letter from the Bishop of Clogher, with four lines added by Mrs. Ashe, all
      about that Newcomb. I think, indeed, his case is hard, but God knows
      whether I shall be able to do him any service. People will not understand:
      I am a very good second, but I care not to begin a recommendation, unless
      it be for an intimate friend. However, I will do what I can. I missed the
      Secretary, and then walked to Chelsea to dine with the Dean of Christ
      Church,(18) who was engaged to Lord Orrery with some other Christ Church
      men. He made me go with him whether I would or not, for they have this
      long time admitted me a Christ Church man. Lord Orrery, generally every
      winter, gives his old acquaintance of that college a dinner. There were
      nine clergymen at table, and four laymen. The Dean and I soon left them,
      and after a visit or two, I went to Lord Masham's, and Lord Treasurer,
      Arbuthnot and I sat till twelve. And now I am come home and got to bed. I
      came afoot, but had my man with me. Lord Treasurer advised me not to go in
      a chair, because the Mohocks insult chairs more than they do those on
      foot. They think there is some mischievous design in those villains.
      Several of them, Lord Treasurer told me, are actually taken up. I heard at
      dinner that one of them was killed last night. We shall know more in a
      little time. I don't like them, as the men said.(19) Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. This morning, at the Secretary's, I met General Ross,(20) and
      recommended Newcomb's case to him, who promises to join with me in working
      up the Duke of Ormond to do something for him. Lord Winchelsea(21) told me
      to-day at Court that two of the Mohocks caught a maid of old Lady
      Winchelsea's,(22) at the door of their house in the Park, where she was
      with a candle, and had just lighted out somebody. They cut all her face,
      and beat her without any provocation. I hear my friend Lewis has got a
      Mohock in one of the messenger's hands. The Queen was at church to-day,
      but was carried in an open chair. She has got an ugly cough, Arbuthnot,
      her physician, says. I dined with Crowe,(23) late Governor of Barbados; an
      acquaintance of Sterne's.(24) After dinner I asked him whether he had
      heard of Sterne. "Here he is," said he, "at the door in a coach:" and in
      came Sterne. He has been here this week. He is buying a captainship in his
      cousin Sterne's(25) regiment. He told me he left Jemmy Leigh playing at
      cards with you. He is to give 800 guineas for his commission. I suppose
      you know all this better than I. How shall I have room to answer oo
      rettle(26) hen I get it, I have gone so far already? Nite, deelest logues
      MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Dr. Sacheverell came this morning to give me thanks for getting his
      brother an employment. It was but six or seven weeks since I spoke to Lord
      Treasurer for him. Sacheverell brought Trapp(27) along with him. We dined
      together at my printer's, and I sat with them till seven. I little
      thought, and I believe so did he, that ever I should be his solicitor to
      the present Ministry, when I left Ireland. This is the seventh I have now
      provided for since I came, and can do nothing for myself. I don't care; I
      shall have Ministries and other people obliged to me. Trapp is a coxcomb,
      and the t'other is not very deep; and their judgment in things of wit or
      sense is miraculous. The Second Part of Law is a Bottomless Pit(28) is
      just now printed, and better, I think, than the first. Night, my two deel
      saucy dallars.
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    <p>
      18. There is a proclamation out against the Mohocks. One of those that are
      taken is a baronet. I dined with poor Mrs. Wesley, who is returning to the
      Bath. Mrs. Perceval's(29) young daughter has got the smallpox, but will do
      well. I walked this evening in the Park, and met Prior, who made me go
      home with him, where I stayed till past twelve, and could not get a coach,
      and was alone, and was afraid enough of the Mohocks. I will do so no more,
      though I got home safe. Prior and I were talking discontentedly of some
      managements, that no more people are turned out, which get Lord Treasurer
      many enemies: but whether the fault be in him, or the Queen, I know not; I
      doubt, in both. Ung omens, it is now seven weeks since I received your
      last; but I expect one next Irish packet, to fill the rest of this paper;
      but if it don't come, I'll do without it: so I wish oo good luck at ombre
      with the Dean. Nite, nuntyes nine.(30)
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    <p>
      19. Newcomb came to me this morning, and I went to the Duke of Ormond to
      speak for him; but the Duke was just going out to take the oaths for
      General. The Duke of Shrewsbury is to be Lord Lieutenant of Ireland. I
      walked with Domville and Ford to Kensington, where we dined, and it cost
      me above a crown. I don't like it, as the man said.(31) It was very windy
      walking. I saw there Lord Masham's children. The youngest, my nephew, I
      fear, has got the king's evil; the other two are daughters of three and
      four years old. 'Twas very windy walking. The gardens there are mighty
      fine. I passed the evening at Lord Masham's with Lord Treasurer and
      Arbuthnot, as usual, and we stayed till past one; but I had my man to come
      with me, and at home I found three letters; one from one Fetherston, a
      parson, with a postscript of Tisdall's to recommend him: and Fetherston,
      whom I never saw, has been so kind to give me a letter of attorney to
      recover a debt for him. Another from Lord Abercorn, to get him the dukedom
      of Chatelherault(32) from the King of France; in which I will do what I
      can, for his pretensions are very just. The third, I warrant you, from our
      MD. 'Tis a great stir this, of getting a dukedom from the King of France:
      but it is only to speak to the Secretary, and get the Duke of Ormond to
      engage in it, and mention the case to Lord Treasurer, etc., and this I
      shall do. Nite deelest richar MD.
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    <p>
      20. I was with the Duke of Ormond this morning, about Lord Abercorn, Dr.
      Freind, and Newcomb. Some will do, and some will not do; that's wise,
      marams.(33) The Duke of Shrewsbury is certainly to be your Governor. I
      will go in a day or two, and give the Duchess joy, and recommend the
      Archbishop of Dublin to her. I writ to the Archbishop, some months ago,
      that it would be so, and told him I would speak a good word for him to the
      Duchess; and he says he has a great respect for her, etc. I made our
      Society change their house, and we met to-day at the Star and Garter in
      the Pall Mall. Lord Arran was President. The other dog was so extravagant
      in his bills, that for four dishes and four, first and second course,
      without wine or dessert, he charged twenty-one pounds, six shillings, and
      eightpence, to the Duke of Ormond. We design, when all have been
      Presidents this turn, to turn it into a reckoning of so much a head; but
      we shall break up when the session ends. Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Morning. Now I will answer MD's rettle, N.27; you that are adding to
      your number and grumbling, had made it 26, and then altered(34) it to 27.
      I believe it is above a month since your last; yes, it is above seven
      weeks since I had your last: but I ought to consider that this was twelve
      days right,(35) so that makes it pretty even. O, the sirry zade,(36) with
      her excuses of a fortnight at Ballygall, seeing their friends, and
      landlord running away. O Rold, hot a cruttle(37) and a bustle!&mdash;No&mdash;if
      you will have it&mdash;I am not Dean of Wells,(38) nor know anything of
      being so; nor is there anything in the story; and that's enough. It was
      not Roper(39) sent that news: Roper is my humble slave.&mdash;Yes, I heard
      of your resolves, and that Burton was embroiled. Stratford spoke to me in
      his behalf; but I said I hated the rascal. Poor Catherine gone to Wales?
      But she will come back again, I hope. I would see her in my journey, if
      she were near the road; and bring her over. Joe(40) is a fool; that sort
      of business is not at all in my way, pray put him off it. People laugh
      when I mention it. Bed ee paadon, Maram; I'm drad oo rike ee aplon:(41) no
      harm, I hope. And so... DD wonders she has not a letter at the day; oo'll
      have it soon.... The D&mdash;&mdash; he is! married to that vengeance! Men
      are not to be believed. I don't think her a fool. Who would have her?
      Dilly will be governed like an ass; and she will govern like a lion. Is
      not that true, Ppt? Why, Sterne told me he left you at ombre with Leigh;
      and yet you never saw him. I know nothing of his wife being here: it may
      cost her a c&mdash;-(42) (I don't care to write that word plain). He is a
      little in doubt about buying his commission. Yes, I will bring oo over all
      the little papers I can think on. I thought I sent you, by Leigh, all that
      were good at that time. The author of the Sea Eclogues sent books to the
      Society yesterday, and we gave him guineas apiece; and, maybe, will do
      further from him (for him, I mean). So the Bishop of Clogher, and lady,
      were your guests for a night or two. Why, Ppt, you are grown a great
      gamester and company keeper. I did say to myself, when I read those names,
      just what you guess; and you clear up the matter wonderfully. You may
      converse with those two nymphs if you please, but the &mdash;&mdash;- take
      me if ever I do. Iss, fais, it is delightful to hear that Ppt is every way
      Ppt now, in health, and looks, and all. Pray God keep her so, many, many,
      many years. I doubt the session will not be over till the end of April;
      however, I shall not wait for it, if the Ministry will let me go sooner. I
      wish I were just now in my garden at Laracor. I would set out for Dublin
      early on Monday, and bring you an account of my young trees, which you are
      better acquainted with than the Ministry, and so am I. Oh, now you have
      got Number 41, have you so? Why, perhaps, I forgot, and kept it to next
      post in my pocket: I have done such tricks. My cold is better, but not
      gone. I want air and riding. Hold ee tongue, oo Ppt, about colds at Moor
      Park! the case is quite different. I will do what you desire me for
      Tisdall, when I next see Lord Anglesea. Pray give him my service. The
      weather is warm these three or four days, and rainy. I am to dine to-day
      with Lewis and Darteneuf at Somers's,(43) the Clerk of the Kitchen at
      Court. Darteneuf loves good bits and good sups. Good mollows richar
      sollohs.&mdash;At night. I dined, as I said; and it cost me a shilling for
      a chair. It has rained all day, and is very warm. Lady Masham's young son,
      my nephew, is very ill; and she is out of mind(44) with grief. I pity her
      mightily. I am got home early, and going to write to the Bishop of
      Clogher, but have no politics to send him. Nite my own two deelest saucy
      d(ear) ones.
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      22. I am going into the City this morning with a friend about some
      business; so I will immediately seal up this, and keep it in my pottick
      till evening, and zen put it in the post. The weather continues warm and
      gloomy. I have heard no news since I went to bed, so can say no more. Pray
      send... that I may have time to write to...(45) about it. I have here
      underneath given order for forty shillings to Mrs. Brent, which you will
      send to Parvisol. Farewell, deelest deel MD, and rove Pdfr dearly dearly.
      Farewell, MD, MD, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME, ME, Lele lele lele lele lele lele,
      and lele aden.
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      LETTER 44.(1)
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      LONDON, March 22, 1711-12.
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    <p>
      Ugly, nasty weather. I was in the City to-day with Mrs. Wesley and Mrs.
      Perceval, to get money from a banker for Mrs. Wesley, who goes to Bath on
      Thursday. I left them there, and dined with a friend, and went to see Lord
      Treasurer; but he had people with him I did not know: so I went to Lady
      Masham's, and lost a crown with her at picquet, and then sat with Lord
      Masham and Lord Treasurer, etc., there till past one; but I had my man
      with me, to come home. I gave in my forty-third, and one for the Bishop of
      Clogher, to the post-office, as I came from the City; and so oo know 'tis
      late now, and I have nothing to say for this day. Our Mohocks are all
      vanished; however, I shall take care of my person. Nite my own two deelest
      nuntyes MD.
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    <p>
      23. I was this morning, before church, with the Secretary, about Lord
      Abercorn's business, and some others. My soliciting season is come, and
      will last as long as the session. I went late to Court, and the company
      was almost gone. The Court serves me for a coffee-house; once a week I
      meet acquaintance there, that I should not otherwise see in a quarter.
      There is a flying report that the French have offered a cessation of arms,
      and to give us Dunkirk, and the Dutch Namur, for security, till the peace
      is made. The Duke of Ormond, they say, goes in a week. Abundance of his
      equipage is already gone. His(2) friends are afraid the expense of this
      employment will ruin him, since he must lose the government of Ireland. I
      dined privately with a friend, and refused all dinners offered me at
      Court; which, however, were but two, and I did not like either. Did I tell
      you of a scoundrel about the Court that sells employments to ignorant
      people, and cheats them of their money? He lately made a bargain for the
      Vice-Chamberlain's place, for seven thousand pounds, and had received some
      guineas earnest; but the whole thing was discovered t'other day, and
      examination taken of it by Lord Dartmouth, and I hope he will be swinged.
      The Vice-Chamberlain told me several particulars of it last night at Lord
      Masham's. Can DD play at ombre yet, enough to hold the cards while Ppt
      steps into the next room? Nite deelest sollahs.(3)
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    <p>
      24. This morning I recommended Newcomb again to the Duke of Ormond, and
      left Dick Stewart(4) to do it further. Then I went to visit the Duchess of
      Hamilton, who was not awake. So I went to the Duchess of Shrewsbury, and
      sat an hour at her toilet. I talked to her about the Duke's being Lord
      Lieutenant. She said she knew nothing of it; but I rallied her out of
      that, and she resolves not to stay behind the Duke. I intend to recommend
      the Bishop of Clogher to her for an acquaintance. He will like her very
      well: she is, indeed, a most agreeable woman, and a great favourite of
      mine. I know not whether the ladies in Ireland will like her. I was at the
      Court of Requests, to get some lords to be at a committee to-morrow, about
      a friend's Bill: and then the Duke of Beaufort gave me a poem, finely
      bound in folio, printed at Stamford, and writ by a country squire. Lord
      Exeter(5) desired the Duke to give it the Queen, because the author is his
      friend; but the Duke desired I would let him know whether it was good for
      anything. I brought it home, and will return it to-morrow, as the dullest
      thing I ever read; and advise the Duke not to present it. I dined with
      Domville at his lodgings, by invitation; for he goes in a few days for
      Ireland. Nite dee MD.
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    <p>
      25. There is a mighty feast at a Tory sheriff's to-day in the City: twelve
      hundred dishes of meat.&mdash;Above five lords, and several hundred
      gentlemen, will be there, and give four or five guineas apiece, according
      to custom. Dr. Coghill and I dined, by invitation, at Mrs. Van's. It has
      rained or mizzled all day, as my pockets feel. There are two new answers
      come out to the Conduct of the Allies. The last year's Examiners, printed
      together in a small volume, go off but slowly. The printer over-printed
      himself by at least a thousand; so soon out of fashion are party papers,
      however so well writ. The Medleys are coming out in the same volume, and
      perhaps may sell better. Our news about a cessation of arms begins to
      flag, and I have not these three days seen anybody in business to ask them
      about it. We had a terrible fire last night in Drury Lane, or thereabouts,
      and three or four people destroyed. One of the maids of honour has the
      smallpox; but the best is, she can lose no beauty; and we have one new
      handsome maid of honour. Nite MD.
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    <p>
      26. I forgot to tell you that on Sunday last, about seven at night, it
      lightened above fifty times as I walked the Mall, which I think is
      extraordinary at this time of the year, and the weather was very hot. Had
      you anything of this in Dublin? I intended to dine with Lord Treasurer
      to-day; but Lord Mansel and Mr. Lewis made me dine with them at Kit
      Musgrave's.(6) I sat the evening with Mrs. Wesley, who goes to-morrow
      morning to the Bath. She is much better than she was. The news of the
      French desiring a cessation of arms, etc., was but town talk. We shall
      know in a few days, as I am told, whether there will be a peace or not.
      The Duke of Ormond will go in a week for Flanders, they say. Our Mohocks
      go on still, and cut people's faces every night; fais, they shan't cut
      mine, I like it better as it is. The dogs will cost me at least a crown a
      week in chairs. I believe the souls of your houghers of cattle have got
      into them, and now they don't distinguish between a cow and a Christian. I
      forgot to wish you yesterday a happy New Year. You know the twenty-fifth
      of March is the first day of the year, and now you must leave off cards,
      and put out your fire. I'll put out mine the first of April, cold or not
      cold. I believe I shall lose credit with you by not coming over at the
      beginning of April; but I hoped the session would be ended, and I must
      stay till then; yet I would fain be at the beginning of my willows
      growing. Perceval tells me that the quicksets upon the flat in the garden
      do not grow so well as those famous ones on the ditch. They want digging
      about them. The cherry-trees, by the river-side, my heart is set upon.
      Nite MD.
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    <p>
      27. Society day. You know that, I suppose. Dr. Arthburnett(7) was
      President. His dinner was dressed in the Queen's kitchen, and was mighty
      fine. We ate it at Ozinda's Chocolate-house,(8) just by St. James's. We
      were never merrier, nor better company, and did not part till after
      eleven. I did not summon Lord Lansdowne: he and I are fallen out. There
      was something in an Examiner a fortnight ago that he thought reflected on
      the abuses in his office (he is Secretary at War), and he writ to the
      Secretary that he heard I had inserted that paragraph. This I resented
      highly, that he should complain of me before he spoke to me. I sent him a
      peppering letter, and would not summon him by a note, as I did the rest;
      nor ever will have anything to say to him, till he begs my pardon. I met
      Lord Treasurer to-day at Lady Masham's. He would fain have carried me home
      to dinner, but I begged his pardon. What! upon a Society day! No, no. 'Tis
      rate, sollahs. I an't dlunk. Nite MD.
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    <p>
      28. I was with my friend Lewis to-day, getting materials for a little
      mischief; and I dined with Lord Treasurer, and three or four fellows I
      never saw before. I left them at seven, and came home, and have been
      writing to the Archbishop of Dublin, and cousin Deane,(9) in answer to one
      of his of four months old, that I spied by chance, routing among my
      papers. I have a pain these two days exactly upon the top of my left
      shoulder. I fear it is something rheumatic; it winches(10) now and then.
      Shall I put flannel to it? Domville is going to Ireland; he came here this
      morning to take leave of me, but I shall dine with him to-morrow. Does the
      Bishop of Clogher talk of coming for England this summer? I think Lord
      Molesworth told me so about two months ago. The weather is bad again;
      rainy and very cold this evening. Do you know what the longitude is? A
      projector(11) has been applying himself to me, to recommend him to the
      Ministry, because he pretends to have found out the longitude. I believe
      he has no more found it out than he has found out mine...(12) However, I
      will gravely hear what he says, and discover him a knave or fool. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I am plagued with these pains in my shoulder; I believe it is
      rheumatic; I will do something for it to-night. Mr. Lewis and I dined with
      Mr. Domville, to take our leave of him. I drank three or four glasses of
      champagne by perfect teasing, though it is bad for my pain; but if it
      continue, I will not drink any wine without water till I am well. The
      weather is abominably cold and wet. I am got into bed, and have put some
      old flannel, for want of new, to my shoulder, and rubbed it with Hungary
      water.(13) It is plaguy hard. I never would drink any wine, if it were not
      for my head, and drinking has given me this pain. I will try
      abstemiousness for a while. How does MD do now; how does DD and Ppt? You
      must know I hate pain, as the old woman said. But I'll try to go seep. My
      flesh sucks up Hungary water rarely. My man is an awkward rascal, and
      makes me peevish. Do you know that t'other day he was forced to beg my
      pardon, that he could not shave my head, his hand shook so? He is drunk
      every day, and I design to turn him off soon as ever I get to Ireland.
      I'll write no more now, but go to sleep, and see whether sleep and flannel
      will cure my shoulder. Nite deelest MD.
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    <p>
      30. I was not able to go to church or Court to-day for my shoulder. The
      pain has left my shoulder, and crept to my neck and collar-bone. It makes
      me think of poo Ppt's bladebone. Urge, urge, urge; dogs gnawing. I went in
      a chair at two, and dined with Mrs. Van, where I could be easy, and came
      back at seven. My Hungary water is gone; and to-night I use spirits of
      wine, which my landlady tells me is very good. It has rained terribly all
      day long, and is extremely cold. I am very uneasy, and such cruel twinges
      every moment! Nite deelest MD.
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    <p>
      31. April 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. All these days I have been extremely
      ill, though I twice crawled out a week ago; but am now recovering, though
      very weak. The violence of my pain abated the night before last: I will
      just tell you how I was, and then send away this letter, which ought to
      have gone Saturday last. The pain increased with mighty violence in my
      left shoulder and collar-bone, and that side my neck. On Thursday morning
      appeared great red spots in all those places where my pain was, and the
      violence of the pain was confined to my neck behind, a little on the left
      side; which was so violent that I had not a minute's ease, nor hardly a
      minute's sleep in three days and nights. The spots increased every day,
      and bred little pimples, which are now grown white, and full of
      corruption, though small. The red still continues too, and most prodigious
      hot and inflamed. The disease is the shingles. I eat nothing but
      water-gruel; am very weak; but out of all violent pain. The doctors say it
      would have ended in some violent disease if it had not come out thus. I
      shall now recover fast. I have been in no danger of life, but miserable
      torture. I must not write too much. So adieu, deelest MD MD MD FW FW, ME
      ME ME, Lele. I can say lele yet, oo see. Fais, I don't conceal a bit, as
      hope saved.(14)
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    <p>
      I(15) must purge and clyster after this; and my next letter will not be in
      the old order of journal, till I have done with physic. An't oo surprised
      to see a letter want half a side?
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      LETTER 45.(1)
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      LONDON, April 24, 1712.
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    <p>
      I had your twenty-eighth two or three days ago. I can hardly answer it
      now. Since my last I have been extremely ill. 'Tis this day just a month
      since I felt a small pain on the tip of my left shoulder, which grew
      worse, and spread for six days; then broke all out by my collar and left
      side of my neck in monstrous red spots inflamed, and these grew to small
      pimples. For four days I had no rest, nor nights, for a pain in my neck;
      then I grew a little better; afterward, where my pains were, a cruel
      itching seized me, beyond whatever I could imagine, and kept me awake
      several nights. I rubbed it vehemently, but did not scratch it: then it
      grew into three or four great sores like blisters, and run; at last I
      advised the doctor to use it like a blister, so I did with melilot(2)
      plasters, which still run: and am now in pain enough, but am daily
      mending. I kept my chamber a fortnight, then went out a day or two, but
      then confined myself again. Two days ago I went to a neighbour to dine,
      but yesterday again kept at home. To-day I will venture abroad a little,
      and hope to be well in a week or ten days. I never suffered so much in my
      life. I have taken my breeches in above two inches, so I am leaner, which
      answers one question in your letter. The weather is mighty fine. I write
      in the morning, because I am better then. I will go and try to walk a
      little. I will give DD's certificate to Tooke to-morrow. Farewell, MD MD
      MD, ME ME, FW FW ME ME.
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      LETTER 46.(1)
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      LONDON, May 10, 1712.
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    <p>
      I have not yet ease or humour enough to go on in my journal method, though
      I have left my chamber these ten days. My pain continues still in my
      shoulder and collar: I keep flannel on it, and rub it with brandy, and
      take a nasty diet drink. I still itch terribly, and have some few pimples;
      I am weak, and sweat; and then the flannel makes me mad with itching; but
      I think my pain lessens. A journal, while I was sick, would have been a
      noble thing, made up of pain and physic, visits, and messages; the two
      last were almost as troublesome as the two first. One good circumstance is
      that I am grown much leaner. I believe I told you that I have taken in my
      breeches two inches. I had your N.29 last night. In answer to your good
      opinion of my disease, the doctors said they never saw anything so odd of
      the kind; they were not properly shingles, but herpes miliaris, and twenty
      other hard names. I can never be sick like other people, but always
      something out of the common way; and as for your notion of its coming
      without pain, it neither came, nor stayed, nor went without pain, and the
      most pain I ever bore in my life. Medemeris(2) is retired in the country,
      with the beast her husband, long ago. I thank the Bishop of Clogher for
      his proxy; I will write to him soon. Here is Dilly's wife in town; but I
      have not seen her yet. No, sinkerton:(3) 'tis not a sign of health, but a
      sign that, if it had not come out, some terrible fit of sickness would
      have followed. I was at our Society last Thursday, to receive a new
      member, the Chancellor of the Exchequer;(4) but I drink nothing above wine
      and water. We shall have a peace, I hope, soon, or at least entirely
      broke; but I believe the first. My Letter to Lord Treasurer, about the
      English tongue,(5) is now printing; and I suffer my name to be put at the
      end of it, which I never did before in my life. The Appendix to the Third
      Part of John Bull(6) was published yesterday; it is equal to the rest. I
      hope you read John Bull. It was a Scotch gentleman,(7) a friend of mine,
      that writ it; but they put it upon me. The Parliament will hardly be up
      till June. We were like to be undone some days ago with a tack; but we
      carried it bravely, and the Whigs came in to help us. Poor Lady Masham, I
      am afraid, will lose her only son, about a twelvemonth old, with the
      king's evil. I never would let Mrs. Fenton see me during my illness,
      though she often came; but she has been once here since I recovered.
      Bernage has been twice to see me of late. His regiment will be broke, and
      he only upon half-pay; so perhaps he thinks he will want me again. I am
      told here the Bishop of Clogher and family are coming over, but he says
      nothing of it himself. I have been returning the visits of those that sent
      howdees(8) in my sickness; particularly the Duchess of Hamilton, who came
      and sat with me two hours. I make bargains with all people that I dine
      with, to let me scrub my back against a chair; and the Duchess of
      Ormond(9) was forced to bear it the other day. Many of my friends are gone
      to Kensington, where the Queen has been removed for some time. This is a
      long letter for a kick(10) body. I will begin the next in the journal way,
      though my journals will be sorry ones. My left hand is very weak, and
      trembles; but my right side has not been touched.
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     For want of a better;
     But plagued with a tetter,
     My fancy does fetter.
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      Ah! my poor willows and quicksets! Well, but you must read John Bull. Do
      you understand it all? Did I tell you that young Parson Gery(11) is going
      to be married, and asked my advice when it was too late to break off? He
      tells me Elwick has purchased forty pounds a year in land adjoining to his
      living. Ppt does not say one word of her own little health. I am angry
      almost; but I won't, 'cause see im a dood dallar in odle sings;(12) iss,
      and so im DD too. God bless MD, and FW, and ME, ay and Pdfr too. Farewell,
      MD, MD, MD, FW, FW, FW. ME, ME Lele. I can say lele it, ung oomens, iss I
      tan, well as oo.
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      LETTER 47.(1)
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    <h3>
      LONDON, May 31, 1712.
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    <p>
      I cannot yet arrive to my journal letters, my pains continuing still,
      though with less violence; but I don't love to write journals while I am
      in pain; and above all, not journals to MD. But, however, I am so much
      mended, that I intend my next shall be in the old way; and yet I shall,
      perhaps, break my resolution when I feel pain. I believe I have lost
      credit with you, in relation to my coming over; but I protest it is
      impossible for one who has anything to do with this Ministry to be certain
      when he fixes any time. There is a business which, till it take some turn
      or other, I cannot leave this place in prudence or honour. And I never
      wished so much as now that I had stayed in Ireland; but the die is cast,
      and is now a spinning, and till it settles, I cannot tell whether it be an
      ace or a sise.(2) I am confident by what you know yourselves, that you
      will justify me in all this. The moment I am used ill, I will leave them;
      but know not how to do it while things are in suspense. The session will
      soon be over (I believe in a fortnight), and the peace, we hope, will be
      made in a short time; and there will be no further occasion for me; nor
      have I anything to trust to but Court gratitude, so that I expect to see
      my willows(3) a month after the Parliament is up: but I will take MD in my
      way, and not go to Laracor like an unmannerly spraenekich ferrow.(4) Have
      you seen my Letter to Lord Treasurer? There are two answers come out to it
      already;(5) though it is no politics, but a harmless proposal about the
      improvement of the English Tongue. I believe if I writ an essay upon a
      straw some fool would answer it. About ten days hence I expect a letter
      from MD; N.30.&mdash;You are now writing it, near the end, as I guess.&mdash;I
      have not received DD's money; but I will give you a note for it on
      Parvisol, and bed oo paadon(6) I have not done it before. I am just now
      thinking to go lodge at Kensington for the air. Lady Masham has teased me
      to do it, but business has hindered me; but now Lord Treasurer has removed
      thither. Fifteen of our Society dined together under a canopy in an arbour
      at Parson's Green(7) last Thursday: I never saw anything so fine and
      romantic. We got a great victory last Wednesday in the House of Lords by a
      majority, I think, of twenty-eight; and the Whigs had desired their
      friends to bespeak places to see Lord Treasurer carried to the Tower.(8) I
      met your Higgins(9) here yesterday: he roars at the insolence of the Whigs
      in Ireland, talks much of his own sufferings and expenses in asserting the
      cause of the Church; and I find he would fain plead merit enough to desire
      that his fortune should be mended. I believe he designs to make as much
      noise as he can in order to preferment. Pray let the Provost, when he sees
      you, give you ten English shillings, and I will give as much here to the
      man who delivered me Rymer's books:(10) he knows the meaning. Tell him I
      will not trust him, but that you can order it to be paid me here; and I
      will trust you till I see you. Have I told you that the rogue Patrick has
      left me these two months, to my great satisfaction? I have got another,
      who seems to be much better, if he continues it. I am printing a
      threepenny pamphlet,(11) and shall print another in a fortnight, and then
      I have done, unless some new occasion starts. Is my curate Warburton
      married to Mrs. Melthrop in my parish? so I hear. Or is it a lie? Has
      Raymond got to his new house? Do you see Joe now and then? What luck have
      you at ombre? How stands it with the Dean?...(12) My service to Mrs.
      Stoyte, and Catherine, if she be come from Wales. I have not yet seen
      Dilly Ashe's wife. I called once, but she was not at home: I think she is
      under the doctor's hand....(13) I believe the news of the Duke of Ormond
      producing letters in the council of war, with orders not to fight, will
      surprise you in Ireland. Lord Treasurer said in the House of Lords that in
      a few days the treaty of peace should be laid before them; and our Court
      thought it wrong to hazard a battle, and sacrifice many lives in such a
      juncture. If the peace holds, all will do well, otherwise I know not how
      we shall weather it. And it was reckoned as a wrong step in politics for
      Lord Treasurer to open himself so much. The Secretary would not go so far
      to satisfy the Whigs in the House of Commons; but there all went
      swimmingly. I'll say no more to oo to-nite, sellohs, because I must send
      away the letter, not by the bell,(14) but early: and besides, I have not
      much more to say at zis plesent liting.(15) Does MD never read at all now,
      pee?(16) But oo walk plodigiousry, I suppose; oo make nothing of walking
      to, to, to, ay, to Donnybrook. I walk too as much as I can, because
      sweating is good; but I'll walk more if I go to Kensington. I suppose I
      shall have no apples this year neither, for I dined t'other day with Lord
      Rivers, who is sick at his country-house, and he showed me all his
      cherries blasted. Nite deelest sollahs; farewell deelest rives; rove poo
      poo Pdfr. Farewell deelest richar MD, MD, MD, FW, FW, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME,
      Lele, ME, Lele, Lele, richar MD.
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      LETTER 48.(1)
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    <h3>
      KENSINGTON, June 17, 1712.
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    <p>
      I have been so tosticated about since my last, that I could not go on in
      my journal manner, though my shoulder is a great deal better; however, I
      feel constant pain in it, but I think it diminishes, and I have cut off
      some slices from my flannel. I have lodged here near a fortnight, partly
      for the air and exercise, partly to be near the Court, where dinners are
      to be found. I generally get a lift in a coach to town, and in the evening
      I walk back. On Saturday I dined with the Duchess of Ormond at her lodge
      near Sheen, and thought to get a boat back as usual. I walked by the bank
      to Cue (Kew), but no boat, then to Mortlake, but no boat, and it was nine
      o'clock. At last a little sculler called, full of nasty people. I made him
      set me down at Hammersmith, so walked two miles to this place, and got
      here by eleven. Last night I had another such difficulty. I was in the
      City till past ten at night; it rained hard, but no coach to be had. It
      gave over a little, and I walked all the way here, and got home by twelve.
      I love these shabby difficulties when they are over; but I hate them,
      because they arise from not having a thousand pound a year. I had your
      N.30 about three days ago, which I will now answer. And first, I did not
      relapse, but found(2) I came out before I ought; and so, and so, as I have
      told you in some of my last. The first coming abroad made people think I
      was quite recovered, and I had no more messages afterwards. Well, but John
      Bull is not writ by the person you imagine, as hope!(3) It is too good for
      another to own. Had it been Grub Street, I would have let people think as
      they please; and I think that's right: is not it now? so flap ee hand, and
      make wry mouth oo-self, sauci doxi. Now comes DD. Why sollah, I did write
      in a fortnight my 47th; and if it did not come in due time, can I help
      wind and weather? am I a Laplander? am I a witch? can I work miracles? can
      I make easterly winds? Now I am against Dr. Smith. I drink little water
      with my wine, yet I believe he is right. Yet Dr. Cockburn told me a little
      wine would not hurt me; but it is so hot and dry, and water is so
      dangerous. The worst thing here is my evenings at Lord Masham's, where
      Lord Treasurer comes, and we sit till after twelve. But it is convenient I
      should be among them for a while as much as possible. I need not tell oo
      why. But I hope that will be at an end in a month or two, one way or
      other, and I am resolved it shall. But I can't go to Tunbridge, or
      anywhere else out of the way, in this juncture. So Ppt designs for
      Templeoag (what a name is that!). Whereabouts is that place? I hope not
      very far from Dublin. Higgins is here, roaring that all is wrong in
      Ireland, and would have me get him an audience of Lord Treasurer to tell
      him so; but I will have nothing to do in it, no, not I, faith. We have had
      no thunder till last night, and till then we were dead for want of rain;
      but there fell a great deal: no field looked green. I reckon the Queen
      will go to Windsor in three or four weeks: and if the Secretary takes a
      house there, I shall be sometimes with him. But how affectedly Ppt talks
      of my being here all the summer; which I do not intend: nor to stay one
      minute longer in England than becomes the circumstances I am in. I wish
      you would go soon into the country, and take a good deal of it; and where
      better than Trim? Joe will be your humble servant, Parvisol your slave,
      and Raymond at your command, for he piques himself on good manners. I have
      seen Dilly's wife&mdash;and I have seen once or twice old Bradley(4) here.
      He is very well, very old, and very wise: I believe I must go see his
      wife, when I have leisure. I should be glad to see Goody Stoyte and her
      husband; pray give them my humble service, and to Catherine, and to Mrs.
      Walls&mdash;I am not the least bit in love with Mrs. Walls&mdash;I suppose
      the cares of the husband increase with the fruitfulness of the wife. I am
      grad at halt(5) to hear of Ppt's good health: pray let her finish it by
      drinking waters. I hope DD had her bill, and has her money. Remember to
      write a due time before ME money is wanted, and be good galls, dood
      dallars, I mean, and no crying dallars. I heard somebody coming upstairs,
      and forgot I was in the country; and I was afraid of a visitor: that is
      one advantage of being here, that I am not teased with solicitors. Molt,
      the chemist, is my acquaintance. My service to Dr. Smith. I sent the
      question to him about Sir Walter Raleigh's cordial, and the answer he
      returned is in these words: "It is directly after Mr. Boyle's receipt."
      That commission is performed; if he wants any of it, Molt shall use him
      fairly. I suppose Smith is one of your physicians. So, now your letter is
      fully and impartially answered; not as rascals answer me: I believe, if I
      writ an essay upon a straw, I should have a shoal of answerers: but no
      matter for that; you see I can answer without making any reflections, as
      becomes men of learning. Well, but now for the peace: why, we expect it
      daily; but the French have the staff in their own hands, and we trust to
      their honesty. I wish it were otherwise. Things are now in the way of
      being soon in the extremes of well or ill. I hope and believe the first.
      Lord Wharton is gone out of town in a rage, and curses himself and friends
      for ruining themselves in defending Lord Marlborough and Godolphin, and
      taking Nottingham into their favour. He swears he will meddle no more
      during this reign; a pretty speech at sixty-six, and the Queen is near
      twenty years younger, and now in very good health; for you must know her
      health is fixed by a certain reason, that she has done with braces (I must
      use the expression), and nothing ill is happened to her since; so she has
      a new lease of her life. Read the Letter to a Whig Lord.(6) Do you ever
      read? Why don't you say so? I mean does DD read to Ppt? Do you walk? I
      think Ppt should walk to(7) DD; as DD reads to Ppt, for Ppt oo must know
      is a good walker; but not so good as Pdfr. I intend to dine to-day with
      Mr. Lewis, but it threatens rain; and I shall be too late to get a lift;
      and I must write to the Bishop of Clogher. 'Tis now ten in the morning;
      and this is all writ at a heat. Farewell deelest... deelest MD, MD, MD,
      MD, MD, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME, ME, Lele, ME, Lele, ME, Lele, ME, Lele, Lele,
      Lele, ME.
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      KENSINGTON, July 1, 1712.
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    <p>
      I never was in a worse station for writing letters than this, especially
      for writing to MD, since I left off my journals. For I go to town early;
      and when I come home at night, I generally go to Lord Masham, where Lord
      Treasurer comes, and we stay till past twelve. But I am now resolved to
      write journals again, though my shoulder is not yet well; for I have still
      a few itching pimples, and a little pain now and then. It is now high
      cherry-time with us; take notice, is it so soon with you? And we have
      early apricots, and gooseberries are ripe. On Sunday Archdeacon Parnell
      came here to see me. It seems he has been ill for grief of his wife's
      death,(2) and has been two months at the Bath. He has a mind to go to
      Dunkirk with Jack Hill,(3) and I persuade him to it, and have spoke to
      Hill to receive him; but I doubt he won't have spirit to go. I have made
      Ford(4) Gazetteer, and got two hundred pounds a year settled on the
      employment by the Secretary of State, beside the perquisites. It is the
      prettiest employment in England of its bigness; yet the puppy does not
      seem satisfied with it. I think people keep some follies to themselves,
      till they have occasion to produce them. He thinks it not genteel enough,
      and makes twenty difficulties. 'Tis impossible to make any man easy. His
      salary is paid him every week, if he pleases, without taxes or abatements.
      He has little to do for it. He has a pretty office, with coals, candles,
      papers, etc.; can frank what letters he will; and his perquisites, if he
      takes care, may be worth one hundred pounds more. I hear the Bishop of
      Clogher is landing, or landed, in England; and I hope to see him in a few
      days. I was to see Mrs. Bradley(5) on Sunday night. Her youngest son is
      married to somebody worth nothing, and her daughter was forced to leave
      Lady Giffard, because she was striking up an intrigue with a footman, who
      played well upon the flute. This is the mother's account of it. Yesterday
      the old Bishop of Worcester,(6) who pretends to be a prophet, went to the
      Queen, by appointment, to prove to Her Majesty, out of Daniel and the
      Revelations, that four years hence there would be a war of religion; that
      the King of France would be a Protestant, and fight on their side; that
      the Popedom would be destroyed, etc.; and declared that he would be
      content to give up his bishopric if it were not true. Lord Treasurer, who
      told it me, was by, and some others; and I am told Lord Treasurer
      confounded him sadly in his own learning, which made the old fool very
      quarrelsome. He is near ninety years old. Old Bradley is fat and lusty,
      and has lost his palsy. Have you seen Toland's Invitation to Dismal?(7)
      How do you like it? But it is an imitation of Horace, and perhaps you
      don't understand Horace. Here has been a great sweep of employments, and
      we expect still more removals. The Court seems resolved to make thorough
      work. Mr. Hill intended to set out to-morrow for Dunkirk, of which he is
      appointed Governor; but he tells me to-day that he cannot go till Thursday
      or Friday. I wish it were over. Mr. Secretary tells me he is (in) no fear
      at all that France will play tricks with us. If we have Dunkirk once, all
      is safe. We rail now all against the Dutch, who, indeed, have acted like
      knaves, fools, and madmen. Mr. Secretary is soon to be made a viscount. He
      desired I would draw the preamble of his patent; but I excused myself from
      a work that might lose me a great deal of reputation, and get me very
      little. We would fain have the Court make him an earl, but it would not
      be; and therefore he will not take the title of Bullenbrook,(8) which is
      lately extinct in the elder branch of his family. I have advised him to be
      called Lord Pomfret; but he thinks that title is already in some other
      family;(9) and, besides, he objects that it is in Yorkshire, where he has
      no estate; but there is nothing in that, and I love Pomfret. Don't you
      love Pomfret? Why? 'Tis in all our histories; they are full of Pomfret
      Castle. But what's all this to you? You don't care for this. Is Goody
      Stoyte come to London? I have not heard of her yet. The Dean of St.
      Patrick's never had the manners to answer my letter. I was t'other day to
      see Sterne(10) and his wife. She is not half so handsome as when I saw her
      with you at Dublin. They design to pass the summer at a house near Lord
      Somers's, about a dozen miles off. You never told me how my "Letter to
      Lord Treasurer" passes in Ireland. I suppose you are drinking at this time
      Temple-something's(11) waters. Steele was arrested the other day for
      making a lottery directly against an Act of Parliament. He is now under
      prosecution; but they think it will be dropped out of pity.(12) I believe
      he will very soon lose his employment, for he has been mighty impertinent
      of late in his Spectators; and I will never offer a word in his behalf.
      Raymond writes me word that the Bishop of Meath(13) was going to summon
      me, in order to suspension, for absence, if the Provost had not prevented
      him. I am prettily rewarded for getting them their First-Fruits, with a p&mdash;.
      We have had very little hot weather during the whole month of June; and
      for a week past we have had a great deal of rain, though not every day. I
      am just now told that the Governor of Dunkirk has not orders yet to
      deliver up the town to Jack Hill and his forces, but expects them daily.
      This must put off Hill's journey a while, and I don't like these stoppings
      in such an affair. Go, get oo gone, and drink oo waters, if this rain has
      not spoiled them, sauci doxi. I have no more to say to oo at plesent; but
      rove Pdfr, and MD, and ME. And Podefr will rove Pdfr, and MD and ME. I
      wish you had taken any account when I sent money to Mrs. Brent. I believe
      I han't done it a great while. And pray send me notice when ME... to have
      it when it is due.(14) Farewell, dearest MD FW FW FW ME ME ME.
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      KENSINGTON, July 17, 1712.
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    <p>
      I am weary of living in this place, and glad to leave it soon. The Queen
      goes on Tuesday to Windsor, and I shall follow in three or four days
      after. I can do nothing here, going early to London, and coming late from
      it, and supping at Lady Masham's. I dined to-day with the Duke of Argyle
      at Cue (Kew), and would not go to the Court to-night, because of writing
      to MD. The Bishop of Clogher has been here this fortnight: I see him as
      often as I can. Poor Master Ashe has a sad redness in his face; it is St.
      Anthony's fire; his face all swelled, and will break in his cheek, but no
      danger. Since Dunkirk has been in our hands, Grub Street has been very
      fruitful. Pdfr has writ five or six Grub Street papers this last week.
      Have you seen Toland's Invitation to Dismal, or Hue and Cry after Dismal,
      or Ballad on Dunkirk, or Argument that Dunkirk is not in our Hands? Poh!
      you have seen nothing. I am dead here with the hot weather; yet I walk
      every night home, and believe it does me good: but my shoulder is not yet
      right; itchings, and scratchings, and small achings. Did I tell you I had
      made Ford Gazetteer, with two hundred pounds a year salary, beside
      perquisites? I had a letter lately from Parvisol, who says my canal looks
      very finely; I long to see it; but no apples; all blasted again. He tells
      me there will be a triennial visitation in August. I must send Raymond
      another proxy. So now I will answer oo rettle N.33,(2) dated June 17. Ppt
      writes as well as ever, for all her waters. I wish I had never come here,
      as often and as heartily as Ppt. What had I to do here? I have heard of
      the Bishop's making me uneasy, but I did not think it was because I never
      writ to him. A little would make me write to him, but I don't know what to
      say. I find I am obliged to the Provost for keeping the Bishop(3) from
      being impertinent. Yes, Maram DD, but oo would not be content with letters
      flom Pdfr of six lines, or twelve either, fais. I hope Ppt will have done
      with the waters soon, and find benefit by them. I believe, if they were as
      far off as Wexford, they would do as much good; for I take the journey to
      contribute as much as anything. I can assure you the Bishop of Clogher's
      being here does not in the least affect my staying or going. I never
      talked to Higgins but once in my life in the street, and I believe he and
      I shall hardly meet but by chance. What care I whether my Letter to Lord
      Treasurer be commended there or no? Why does not somebody among you answer
      it, as three or four have done here? (I am now sitting with nothing but my
      nightgown, for heat.) Ppt shall have a great Bible. I have put it down in
      my memlandums(4) just now. And DD shall be repaid her t'other book; but
      patience, all in good time: you are so hasty, a dog would, etc. So Ppt has
      neither won nor lost. Why, mun, I play sometimes too at picket, that is
      picquet, I mean; but very seldom.&mdash;Out late? why, 'tis only at Lady
      Masham's, and that is in our town; but I never come late here from London,
      except once in rain, when I could not get a coach. We have had very little
      thunder here; none these two months. Why, pray, madam philosopher, how did
      the rain hinder the thunder from doing any harm? I suppose it ssquenched
      it. So here comes Ppt aden(5) with her little watery postscript. O Rold,
      dlunken srut!(6) drink Pdfr's health ten times in a morning! you are a
      whetter, fais; I sup MD's fifteen times evly molning in milk porridge.
      Lele's fol oo now&mdash;and lele's fol oo rettle, and evly kind of sing(7)&mdash;and
      now I must say something else. You hear Secretary St. John is made
      Viscount Bullinbrook.(8) I can hardly persuade him to take that title,
      because the eldest branch of his family had it in an earldom, and it was
      last year extinct. If he did not take it, I advised him to be Lord
      Pomfret, which I think is a noble title. You hear of it often in the
      Chronicles, Pomfret Castle: but we believed it was among the titles of
      some other lord. Jack Hill sent his sister a pattern of a head-dress from
      Dunkirk; it was like our fashion twenty years ago, only not quite so high,
      and looked very ugly. I have made Trapp(9) chaplain to Lord Bullinbroke,
      and he is mighty happy and thankful for it. Mr. Addison returned me my
      visit this morning. He lives in our town. I shall be mighty retired, and
      mighty busy for a while at Windsor. Pray why don't MD go to Trim, and see
      Laracor, and give me an account of the garden, and the river, and the
      holly and the cherry-trees on the river-walk?
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      19. I could not send this letter last post, being called away before I
      could fold or finish it. I dined yesterday with Lord Treasurer; sat with
      him till ten at night; yet could not find a minute for some business I had
      with him. He brought me to Kensington, and Lord Bulingbrook would not let
      me go away till two; and I am now in bed, very lazy and sleepy at nine. I
      must shave head and face, and meet Lord Bullinbrook at eleven, and dine
      again with Lord Treasurer. To-day there will be another Grub,(10) A Letter
      from the Pretender to a Whig Lord. Grub Street has but ten days to live;
      then an Act of Parliament takes place that ruins it, by taxing every
      half-sheet at a halfpenny. We have news just come, but not the
      particulars, that the Earl of Albemarle,(11) at the head of eight thousand
      Dutch, is beaten, lost the greatest part of his men, and himself a
      prisoner. This perhaps may cool their courage, and make them think of a
      peace. The Duke of Ormond has got abundance of credit by his good conduct
      of affairs in Flanders. We had a good deal of rain last night, very
      refreshing. 'Tis late, and I must rise. Don't play at ombre in your
      waters, sollah. Farewell, deelest MD, MD MD MD FW FW ME ME ME Lele Lele
      Lele.
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      LONDON, Aug. 7, 1712.
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    <p>
      I had your N.32 at Windsor: I just read it, and immediately sealed it up
      again, and shall read it no more this twelvemonth at least. The reason of
      my resentment at it is, because you talk as glibly of a thing as if it
      were done, which, for aught I know, is farther from being done than ever,
      since I hear not a word of it, though the town is full of it, and the
      Court always giving me joy and vexation. You might be sure I would have
      let you know as soon as it was done; but I believe you fancied I would
      affect not to tell it you, but let you learn it from newspapers and
      reports. I remember only there was something in your letter about ME's
      money, and that shall be taken care of on the other side. I left Windsor
      on Monday last, upon Lord Bolingbroke's being gone to France, and
      somebody's being here that I ought often to consult with in an affair I am
      upon: but that person talks of returning to Windsor again, and I believe I
      shall follow him. I am now in a hedge-lodging very busy, as I am every day
      till noon: so that this letter is like to be short, and you are not to
      blame me these two months; for I protest, if I study ever so hard, I
      cannot in that time compass what I am upon. We have a fever both here and
      at Windsor, which hardly anybody misses; but it lasts not above three or
      four days, and kills nobody.(2) The Queen has forty servants down of it at
      once. I dined yesterday with Treasurer, but could do no business, though
      he sent for me, I thought, on purpose; but he desires I will dine with him
      again to-day. Windsor is a most delightful place, and at this time abounds
      in dinners. My lodgings there look upon Eton and the Thames. I wish I was
      owner of them; they belong to a prebend. God knows what was in your
      letter; and if it be not answered, whose fault is it, sauci dallars?&mdash;Do
      you know that Grub Street is dead and gone last week? No more ghosts or
      murders now for love or money. I plied it pretty close the last fortnight,
      and published at least seven penny papers of my own, besides some of other
      people's: but now every single half-sheet pays a halfpenny to the
      Queen.(3) The Observator is fallen; the Medleys are jumbled together with
      the Flying Post; the Examiner is deadly sick; the Spectator keeps up, and
      doubles its price; I know not how long it will hold. Have you seen the red
      stamp the papers are marked with? Methinks it is worth a halfpenny, the
      stamping it. Lord Bolingbroke and Prior set out for France last Saturday.
      My lord's business is to hasten the peace before the Dutch are too much
      mauled, and hinder France from carrying the jest of beating them too far.
      Have you seen the Fourth Part of John Bull?(4) It is equal to the rest,
      and extremely good. The Bishop of Clogher's son has been ill of St.
      Anthony's fire, but is now quite well. I was afraid his face would be
      spoiled, but it is not. Dilly is just as he used to be, and puns as
      plentifully and as bad. The two brothers see one another; but I think not
      the two sisters. Raymond writ to me that he intended to invite you to
      Trim. Are you, have you, will you be there? Won't oo see pool Laratol?(5)
      Parvisol says I shall have no fruit. Blasts have taken away all. Pray
      observe the cherry-trees on the river-walk; but oo are too lazy to take
      such a journey. If you have not your letters in due time for two months
      hence, impute it to my being tosticated between this and Windsor. And pray
      send me again the state of ME's money; for I will not look into your
      letter for it. Poor Lord Winchelsea(6) is dead, to my great grief. He was
      a worthy honest gentleman, and particular friend of mine: and, what is yet
      worse, my old acquaintance, Mrs. Finch,(7) is now Countess of Winchelsea,
      the title being fallen to her husband, but without much estate. I have
      been poring my eyes all this morning, and it is now past two afternoon, so
      I shall take a little walk in the Park. Do you play at ombre still? Or is
      that off by Mr. Stoyte's absence, and Mrs. Manley's grief? Somebody was
      telling me of a strange sister that Mrs. Manley has got in Ireland, who
      disappointed you all about her being handsome. My service to Mrs. Walls.
      Farewell, deelest MD MD MD, FW FW FW, ME ME ME ME ME. Lele, logues both;
      rove poo Pdfr.
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      WINDSOR, Sept. 15, 1712.
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    <p>
      I never was so long without writing to MD as now, since I left them, nor
      ever will again while I am able to write. I have expected from one week to
      another that something would be done in my own affairs; but nothing at all
      is, nor I don't know when anything will, or whether ever at all, so slow
      are people at doing favours. I have been much out of order of late with
      the old giddiness in my head. I took a vomit for it two days ago, and will
      take another about a day or two hence. I have eat mighty little fruit; yet
      I impute my disorder to that little, and shall henceforth wholly forbear
      it. I am engaged in a long work, and have done all I can of it, and wait
      for some papers from the Ministry for materials for the rest; and they
      delay me, as if it were a favour I asked of them; so that I have been idle
      here this good while, and it happened in a right time, when I was too much
      out of order to study. One is kept constantly out of humour by a thousand
      unaccountable things in public proceedings; and when I reason with some
      friends, we cannot conceive how affairs can last as they are. God only
      knows, but it is a very melancholy subject for those who have any near
      concern in it. I am again endeavouring, as I was last year, to keep
      people(2) from breaking to pieces upon a hundred misunderstandings. One
      cannot withhold them from drawing different ways, while the enemy is
      watching to destroy both. See how my style is altered, by living and
      thinking and talking among these people, instead of my canal and
      river-walk and willows. I lose all my money here among the ladies;(3) so
      that I never play when I can help it, being sure to lose. I have lost five
      pounds the five weeks I have been here. I hope Ppt is luckier at picquet
      with the Dean and Mrs. Walls. The Dean never answered my letter, though. I
      have clearly forgot whether I sent a bill for ME in any of my last
      letters. I think I did; pray let me know, and always give me timely
      notice. I wait here but to see what they will do for me; and whenever
      preferments are given from me, as hope saved, I will come over.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I have taken a vomit to-day, and hope I shall be better. I have been
      very giddy since I writ what is before, yet not as I used to be: more
      frequent, but not so violent. Yesterday we were alarmed with the Queen's
      being ill: she had an aguish and feverish fit; and you never saw such
      countenances as we all had, such dismal melancholy. Her physicians from
      town were sent for, but towards night she grew better; to-day she missed
      her fit, and was up: we are not now in any fear; it will be at worst but
      an ague, and we hope even that will not return. Lord Treasurer would not
      come here from London, because it would make a noise if he came before his
      usual time, which is Saturday, and he goes away on Mondays. The Whigs have
      lost a great support in the Earl of Godolphin.(4) It is a good jest to
      hear the Ministers talk of him now with humanity and pity, because he is
      dead, and can do them no more hurt. Lady Orkney,(5) the late King's
      mistress (who lives at a fine place, five miles from hence, called
      Cliffden(6)), and I, are grown mighty acquaintance. She is the wisest
      woman I ever saw; and Lord Treasurer made great use of her advice in the
      late change of affairs. I heard Lord Marlborough is growing ill of his
      diabetes; which, if it be true, may soon carry him off; and then the
      Ministry will be something more at ease. MD has been a long time without
      writing to Pdfr, though they have not the same cause: it is seven weeks
      since your last came to my hands, which was N.32, that you may not be
      mistaken. I hope Ppt has not wanted her health. You were then drinking
      waters. The doctor tells me I must go into a course of steel, though I
      have not the spleen; for that they can never give me, though I have as
      much provocation to it as any man alive. Bernage's(7) regiment is broke;
      but he is upon half-pay. I have not seen him this long time; but I suppose
      he is overrun with melancholy. My Lord Shrewsbury is certainly designed to
      be Governor of Ireland; and I believe the Duchess will please the people
      there mightily. The Irish Whig leaders promise great things to themselves
      from his government; but care shall be taken, if possible, to prevent
      them. Mrs. Fenton(8) has writ to me that she has been forced to leave Lady
      Giffard, and come to town, for a rheumatism: that lady does not love to be
      troubled with sick people. Mrs. Fenton writes to me as one dying, and
      desires I would think of her son: I have not answered her letter. She is
      retired(9) to Mrs. Povey's. Is my aunt alive yet? and do you ever see her?
      I suppose she has forgot the loss of her son. Is Raymond's new house quite
      finished? and does he squander as he used to do? Has he yet spent all his
      wife's fortune? I hear there are five or six people putting strongly in
      for my livings; God help them! But if ever the Court should give me
      anything, I would recommend Raymond to the Duke of Ormond; not for any
      particular friendship to him, but because it would be proper for the
      minister of Trim to have Laracor. You may keep the gold-studded snuff-box
      now; for my brother Hill, Governor of Dunkirk, has sent me the finest that
      ever you saw.(10) It is allowed at Court that none in England comes near
      it, though it did not cost above twenty pounds. And the Duchess of
      Hamilton has made me pockets for (it) like a woman's, with a belt and
      buckle (for, you know, I wear no waistcoat in summer), and there are
      several divisions, and one on purpose for my box, oh ho!&mdash;We have had
      most delightful weather this whole week; but illness and vomiting have
      hindered me from sharing in a great part of it. Lady Masham made the Queen
      send to Kensington for some of her preserved ginger for me, which I take
      in the morning, and hope it will do me good. Mrs. Brent(11) sent me a
      letter by a young fellow, a printer, desiring I would recommend him here,
      which you may tell her I have done: but I cannot promise what will come of
      it, for it is necessary they should be made free here(12) before they can
      be employed. I remember I put the boy prentice to Brent. I hope Parvisol
      has set my tithes well this year: he has writ nothing to me about it; pray
      talk to him of it when you see him, and let him give me an account how
      things are. I suppose the corn is now off the ground. I hope he has sold
      that great ugly horse. Why don't you sell to him? He keeps me at charges
      for horses that I never ride: yours is lame, and will never be good for
      anything. The Queen will stay here about a month longer, I suppose; but
      Lady Masham will go in ten days to lie in at Kensington. Poor creature,
      she fell down in the court here t'other day. She would needs walk across
      it upon some displeasure with her chairmen, and was likely to be spoiled
      so near her time; but we hope all is over for a black eye and a sore side:
      though I shall not be at ease till she is brought to bed. I find I can
      fill up a letter, some way or other, without a journal. If I had not a
      spirit naturally cheerful, I should be very much discontented at a
      thousand things. Pray God preserve MD's health, and Pdfr's, and that I may
      live far from the envy and discontent that attends those who are thought
      to have more favour at Courts than they really possess. Love Pdfr, who
      loves MD above all things. Farewell, deelest, ten thousand times deelest,
      MD MD MD, FW FW, ME ME ME ME. Lele, Lele, Lele, Lele.
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      LETTER 53.(1)
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      LONDON, Oct. 9, 1712.
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    <p>
      I have left Windsor these ten days, and am deep in pills with asafoetida,
      and a steel bitter drink; and I find my head much better than it was. I
      was very much discouraged; for I used to be ill for three or four days
      together, ready to totter as I walked. I take eight pills a day, and have
      taken, I believe, a hundred and fifty already. The Queen, Lord Treasurer,
      Lady Masham, and I, were all ill together, but are now all better; only
      Lady Masham expects every day to lie in at Kensington. There was never
      such a lump of lies spread about the town together as now. I doubt not but
      you will have them in Dublin before this comes to you, and all without the
      least grounds of truth. I have been mightily put backward in something I
      am writing by my illness, but hope to fetch it up, so as to be ready when
      the Parliament meets. Lord Treasurer has had an ugly fit of the
      rheumatism, but is now near quite well. I was playing at one-and-thirty
      with him and his family t'other night. He gave us all twelvepence apiece
      to begin with: it put me in mind of Sir William Temple.(2) I asked both
      him and Lady Masham seriously whether the Queen were at all inclined to a
      dropsy, and they positively assured me she was not: so did her physician
      Arbuthnot, who always attends her. Yet these devils have spread that she
      has holes in her legs, and runs at her navel, and I know not what.
      Arbuthnot has sent me from Windsor a pretty Discourse upon Lying, and I
      have ordered the printer to come for it. It is a proposal for publishing a
      curious piece, called The Art of Political Lying, in two volumes, etc. And
      then there is an abstract of the first volume, just like those pamphlets
      which they call The Works of the Learned.(3) Pray get it when it comes
      out. The Queen has a little of the gout in one of her hands. I believe she
      will stay a month still at Windsor. Lord Treasurer showed me the kindest
      letter from her in the world, by which I picked out one secret, that there
      will be soon made some Knights of the Garter. You know another is fallen
      by Lord Godolphin's death: he will be buried in a day or two at
      Westminster Abbey. I saw Tom Leigh(4) in town once. The Bishop of Clogher
      has taken his lodging for the winter; they are all well. I hear there are
      in town abundance of people from Ireland; half a dozen bishops at least.
      The poor old Bishop of London,(5) at past fourscore, fell down backward
      going upstairs, and I think broke or cracked his skull; yet is now
      recovering. The town is as empty as at midsummer; and if I had not
      occasion for physic, I would be at Windsor still. Did I tell you of Lord
      Rivers's will? He has left legacies to about twenty paltry old whores by
      name, and not a farthing to any friend, dependent, or relation: he has
      left from his only child, Lady Barrymore,(6) her mother's estate, and
      given the whole to his heir-male, a popish priest, a second cousin, who is
      now Earl Rivers, and whom he used in his life like a footman. After him it
      goes to his chief wench and bastard. Lord Treasurer and Lord Chamberlain
      are executors of this hopeful will. I loved the man, and detest his
      memory. We hear nothing of peace yet: I believe verily the Dutch are so
      wilful, because they are told the Queen cannot live. I had poor MD's
      letter, N.3,(7) at Windsor: but I could not answer it then; poor Pdfr was
      vely kick(8) then: and, besides, it was a very inconvenient place to send
      letters from. Oo thought to come home the same day, and stayed a month:
      that was a sign the place was agreeable.(9) I should love such a sort of
      jaunt. Is that lad Swanton(10) a little more fixed than he used to be? I
      think you like the girl very well. She has left off her grave airs, I
      suppose. I am now told Lord Godolphin was buried last night.&mdash;O poo
      Ppt! lay down oo head aden, fais I...; I always reckon if oo are ill I
      shall hear it, and therefore hen oo are silent I reckon all is well.(11) I
      believe I 'scaped the new fever(12) for the same reason that Ppt did,
      because I am not well; but why should DD 'scape it, pray? She is
      melthigal, oo know, and ought to have the fever; but I hope it is now too
      late, and she won't have it at all. Some physicians here talk very
      melancholy, and think it foreruns the plague, which is actually at
      Hamburg. I hoped Ppt would have done with her illness; but I think we both
      have that faculty never to part with a disorder for ever; we are very
      constant. I have had my giddiness twenty-three years by fits. Will Mrs.
      Raymond never have done lying-in? He intends to leave beggars enough; for
      I daresay he has squandered away the best part of his fortune already, and
      is not out of debt. I had a letter from him lately.
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    <p>
      Oct. 11. Lord Treasurer sent for me yesterday and the day before to sit
      with him, because he is not yet quite well enough to go abroad; and I
      could not finish my letter. How the deuce come I to be so exact in ME
      money? Just seventeen shillings and eightpence more than due; I believe
      you cheat me. If Hawkshaw does not pay the interest I will have the
      principal; pray speak to Parvisol and have his advice what I should do
      about it. Service to Mrs. Stoyte and Catherine and Mrs. Walls. Ppt makes a
      petition with many apologies. John Danvers, you know, is Lady Giffard's
      friend. The rest I never heard of. I tell you what, as things are at
      present, I cannot possibly speak to Lord Treasurer for anybody. I need
      tell you no more. Something or nothing will be done in my own affairs: if
      the former, I will be a solicitor for your sister;(13) if the latter, I
      have done with Courts for ever. Opportunities will often fall in my way,
      if I am used well, and I will then make it my business. It is my delight
      to do good offices for people who want and deserve, and a tenfold delight
      to do it to a relation of Ppt, whose affairs she has so at heart.(14) I
      have taken down his name and his case (not HER case), and whenever a
      proper time comes, I will do all I can; zat's enough to say when I can do
      no more; and I beg oo pardon a sousand times,(15) that I cannot do better.
      I hope the Dean of St. P(atrick's) is well of his fever: he has never writ
      to me: I am glad of it; pray don't desire him to write. I have dated your
      bill late, because it must not commence, ung oomens, till the first of
      November(16) next. O, fais, I must be ise;(17) iss, fais, must I; else ME
      will cheat Pdfr. Are you good housewives and readers? Are you walkers? I
      know you are gamesters. Are you drinkers? Are you&mdash; O Rold, I must go
      no further, for fear of abusing fine radies.(18) Parvisol has never sent
      me one word how he set this year's tithes. Pray ask whether tithes set
      well or ill this year. The Bishop of Killaloe(19) tells me wool bears a
      good rate in Ireland: but how is corn? I dined yesterday with Lady Orkney,
      and we sat alone from two till eleven at night.&mdash;You have heard of
      her, I suppose. I have twenty letters upon my hands, and am so lazy and so
      busy, I cannot answer them, and they grow upon me for several months. Have
      I any apples at Laracor? It is strange every year should blast them, when
      I took so much care for shelter. Lord Bolingbroke has been idle at his
      country-house this fortnight, which puts me backward in a business I have.
      I am got into an ordinary room two pair of stairs, and see nobody, if I
      can help it; yet some puppies have found me out, and my man is not such an
      artist as Patrick at denying me. Patrick has been soliciting to come to me
      again, but in vain. The printer has been here with some of the new whims
      printed, and has taken up my time. I am just going out, and can only bid
      oo farewell. Farewell, deelest ickle MD, MD MD MD FW FW FW FW ME ME ME ME.
      Lele deel ME. Lele lele lele sollahs bose.(20)
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      LONDON, Oct. 28, 1712.
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    <p>
      I have been in physic this month, and have been better these three weeks.
      I stop my physic, by the doctor's orders, till he sends me further
      directions. DD grows politician, and longs to hear the peace is
      proclaimed. I hope we shall have it soon, for the Dutch are fully humbled;
      and Prior is just come over from France for a few days; I suppose upon
      some important affair. I saw him last night, but had no private talk with
      him. Stocks rise upon his coming. As for my stay in England, it cannot be
      long now, so tell my friends. The Parliament will not meet till after
      Christmas, and by that time the work I am doing will be over, and then
      nothing shall keep me. I am very much discontented at Parvisol, about
      neglecting to sell my horses, etc.
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    <p>
      Lady Masham is not yet brought to bed; but we expect it daily. I dined
      with her to-day. Lord Bolingbroke returned about two months ago, and Prior
      about a week; and goes back (Prior I mean) in a few days. Who told you of
      my snuff-box and pocket? Did I? I had a letter to-day from Dr. Coghill,(2)
      desiring me to get Raphoe for Dean Sterne, and the deanery for myself. I
      shall indeed, I have such obligations to Sterne. But however, if I am
      asked who will make a good bishop, I shall name him before anybody. Then
      comes another letter, desiring I would recommend a Provost,(3) supposing
      that Pratt (who has been here about a week) will certainly be promoted;
      but I believe he will not. I presented Pratt to Lord Treasurer, and truly
      young Molyneux(4) would have had me present him too; but I directly
      answered him I would not, unless he had business with him. He is the son
      of one Mr. Molyneux of Ireland. His father wrote a book;(5) I suppose you
      know it. Here is the Duke of Marlborough going out of England (Lord knows
      why), which causes many speculations. Some say he is conscious of guilt,
      and dare not stand it. Others think he has a mind to fling an odium on the
      Government, as who should say that one who has done such great services to
      his country cannot live quietly in it, by reason of the malice of his
      enemies. I have helped to patch up these people(6) together once more. God
      knows how long it may last. I was to-day at a trial between Lord Lansdowne
      and Lord Carteret, two friends of mine. It was in the Queen's Bench, for
      about six thousand a year (or nine, I think). I sat under Lord
      Chief-Justice Parker, and his pen falling down I reached it up. He made me
      a low bow; and I was going to whisper him that I HAD DONE GOOD FOR EVIL;
      FOR HE WOULD HAVE TAKEN MINE FROM ME.(7) I told it Lord Treasurer and
      Bolingbroke. Parker would not have known me, if several lords on the
      bench, and in the court, bowing, had not turned everybody's eyes, and set
      them a whispering. I owe the dog a spite, and will pay him in two months
      at furthest, if I can. So much for that. But you must have chat, and I
      must say every sorry thing that comes into my head. They say the Queen
      will stay a month longer at Windsor. These devils of Grub Street rogues,
      that write the Flying Post and Medley in one paper,(8) will not be quiet.
      They are always mauling Lord Treasurer, Lord Bolingbroke, and me. We have
      the dog under prosecution, but Bolingbroke is not active enough; but I
      hope to swinge him. He is a Scotch rogue, one Ridpath.(9) They get out
      upon bail, and write on. We take them again, and get fresh bail; so it
      goes round. They say some learned Dutchman has wrote a book, proving by
      civil law that we do them wrong by this peace; but I shall show by plain
      reason that we have suffered the wrong, and not they. I toil like a horse,
      and have hundreds of letters still to read and squeeze a line out of each,
      or at least the seeds of a line. Strafford goes back to Holland in a day
      or two, and I hope our peace is very near. I have about thirty pages more
      to write (that is, to be extracted), which will be sixty in print. It is
      the most troublesome part of all, and I cannot keep myself private, though
      I stole into a room up two pair of stairs, when I came from Windsor; but
      my present man has not yet learned his lesson of denying me discreetly.
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      30. The Duchess of Ormond found me out to-day, and made me dine with her.
      Lady Masham is still expecting. She has had a cruel cold. I could not
      finish my letter last post for the soul of me. Lord Bolingbroke has had my
      papers these six weeks, and done nothing to them. Is Tisdall yet in the
      world? I propose writing controversies, to get a name with posterity. The
      Duke of Ormond will not be over these three or four days. I desire to make
      him join with me in settling all right among our people. I have ordered
      the Duchess to let me have an hour with the Duke at his first coming, to
      give him a true state of persons and things. I believe the Duke of
      Shrewsbury will hardly be declared your Governor yet; at least, I think so
      now; but resolutions alter very often. The Duke of Hamilton gave me a
      pound of snuff to-day, admirable good. I wish DD had it, and Ppt too, if
      she likes it. It cost me a quarter of an hour of his politics, which I was
      forced to hear. Lady Orkney(10) is making me a writing-table of her own
      contrivance, and a bed nightgown. She is perfectly kind, like a mother. I
      think the devil was in it the other day, that I should talk to her of an
      ugly squinting cousin of hers, and the poor lady herself, you know,
      squints like a dragon. The other day we had a long discourse with her
      about love; and she told us a saying of her sister Fitz-Hardinge,(11)
      which I thought excellent, that in men, desire begets love, and in women,
      love begets desire. We have abundance of our old criers(12) still
      hereabouts. I hear every morning your women with the old satin and
      taffeta, etc., the fellow with old coats, suits or cloaks. Our weather is
      abominable of late. We have not two tolerable days in twenty. I have lost
      money again at ombre, with Lord Orkney and others; yet, after all, this
      year I have lost but three-and-twenty shillings; so that, considering card
      money, I am no loser.
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    <p>
      Our Society hath not yet renewed their meetings. I hope we shall continue
      to do some good this winter; and Lord Treasurer promises the Academy for
      reforming our language shall soon go forward. I must now go hunt those dry
      letter for materials. You will see something very notable, I hope. So much
      for that. God Almighty bless you.
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      LONDON, Nov. 15, 1712.
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    <p>
      Before this comes to your hands, you will have heard of the most terrible
      accident that hath almost ever happened. This morning, at eight, my man
      brought me word that the Duke of Hamilton had fought with Lord Mohun,(2)
      and killed him, and was brought home wounded.(3) I immediately sent him to
      the Duke's house, in St. James's Square; but the porter could hardly
      answer for tears, and a great rabble was about the house. In short, they
      fought at seven this morning. The dog Mohun was killed on the spot; and
      while(4) the Duke was over him, Mohun, shortening his sword, stabbed him
      in at the shoulder to the heart. The Duke was helped toward the cake-house
      by the Ring in Hyde Park (where they fought), and died on the grass,
      before he could reach the house; and was brought home in his coach by
      eight, while the poor Duchess(5) was asleep. Maccartney,(6) and one
      Hamilton,(7) were the seconds, who fought likewise, and are both fled. I
      am told that a footman of Lord Mohun's stabbed the Duke of Hamilton; and
      some say Maccartney did so too. Mohun gave the affront, and yet sent the
      challenge. I am infinitely concerned for the poor Duke, who was a frank,
      honest, good-natured man. I loved him very well, and I think he loved me
      better. He had(8) the greatest mind in the world to have me go with him to
      France, but durst not tell it me; and those he did, said I could not be
      spared, which was true. They have removed the poor Duchess to a lodging in
      the neighbourhood, where I have been with her two hours, and am just come
      away. I never saw so melancholy a scene; for indeed all reasons for real
      grief belong to her; nor is it possible for anybody to be a greater loser
      in all regards. She has moved my very soul. The lodging was inconvenient,
      and they would have removed her to another; but I would not suffer it,
      because it had no room backward, and she must have been tortured with the
      noise of the Grub Street screamers mention(ing) her husband's murder to
      her ears.
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    <p>
      I believe you have heard the story of my escape, in opening the bandbox
      sent to Lord Treasurer.(9) The prints have told a thousand lies of it; but
      at last we gave them a true account of it at length, printed in the
      evening;(10) only I would not suffer them to name me, having been so often
      named before, and teased to death with questions. I wonder how I came to
      have so much presence of mind, which is usually not my talent; but so it
      pleased God, and I saved myself and him; for there was a bullet apiece. A
      gentleman told me that if I had been killed, the Whigs would have called
      it a judgment, because the barrels were of inkhorns, with which I had done
      them so much mischief. There was a pure Grub Street of it, full of lies
      and inconsistencies.(11) I do not like these things at all, and I wish
      myself more and more among my willows.(12) There is a devilish spirit
      among people, and the Ministry must exert themselves, or sink. Nite dee
      sollahs, I'll go seep.(13)
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    <p>
      16. I thought to have finished this yesterday; but was too much disturbed.
      I sent a letter early this morning to Lady Masham, to beg her to write
      some comforting words to the poor Duchess. I dined to-(day) with Lady
      Masham at Kensington, where she is expecting these two months to lie in.
      She has promised me to get the Queen to write to the Duchess kindly on
      this occasion; and to-morrow I will beg Lord Treasurer to visit and
      comfort her. I have been with her two hours again, and find her worse: her
      violences not so frequent, but her melancholy more formal and settled. She
      has abundance of wit and spirit; about thirty-three years old; handsome
      and airy, and seldom spared anybody that gave her the least provocation;
      by which she had many enemies and few friends. Lady Orkney, her
      sister-in-law, is come to town on this occasion, and has been to see her,
      and behaved herself with great humanity. They have been always very ill
      together, and the poor Duchess could not have patience when people told
      her I went often to Lady Orkney's. But I am resolved to make them friends;
      for the Duchess is now no more the object of envy, and must learn humility
      from the severest master, Affliction. I design to make the Ministry put
      out a proclamation (if it can be found proper) against that villain
      Maccartney. What shall we do with these murderers? I cannot end this
      letter to-night, and there is no occasion; for I cannot send it till
      Tuesday, and the crowner's inquest on the Duke's body is to be to-morrow,
      and I shall know more. But what care oo for all this? Iss, poo MD im sorry
      for poo Pdfr's(14) friends; and this is a very surprising event. 'Tis
      late, and I'll go to bed. This looks like journals. Nite.
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    <p>
      17. I was to-day at noon with the Duchess of Hamilton again, after I had
      been with Lady Orkney, and charged her to be kind to her sister in her
      affliction. The Duchess told me Lady Orkney had been with her, and that
      she did not treat her as gently as she ought. They hate one another, but I
      will try to patch it up. I have been drawing up a paragraph for the
      Postboy, to be out to-morrow, and as malicious as possible, and very
      proper for Abel Roper,(15) the printer of it. I dined at Lord Treasurer's
      at six in the evening, which is his usual hour of returning from Windsor:
      he promises to visit the Duchess to-morrow, and says he has a message to
      her from the Queen. Thank God. I have stayed till past one with him. So
      nite deelest MD.(16)
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    <p>
      18. The Committee of Council is to sit this afternoon upon the affair of
      the Duke of Hamilton's murder, and I hope a proclamation will be out
      against Maccartney. I was just now ('tis now noon) with the Duchess, to
      let her know Lord Treasurer will see her. She is mightily out of order.
      The jury have not yet brought in their verdict upon the crowner's inquest.
      We suspect Maccartney stabbed the Duke while he was fighting. The Queen
      and Lord Treasurer are in great concern at this event. I dine to-day again
      with Lord Treasurer; but must send this to the post-office before, because
      else I shall not have time; he usually keeping me so late. Ben Tooke bid
      me write to DD to send her certificate, for it is high time it should be
      sent, he says. Pray make Parvisol write to me, and send me a general
      account of my affairs; and let him know I shall be over in spring, and
      that by all means he sells the horses. Prior has kissed the Queen's hand,
      and will return to France in a few days, and Lord Strafford to Holland;
      and now the King of Spain has renounced his pretensions to France, the
      peace must follow very soon unavoidably. You must no more call Philip,
      Duke of Anjou, for we now acknowledge him King of Spain. Dr. Pratt tells
      me you are all mad in Ireland with your playhouse frolics and prologues,
      and I know not what. The Bishop of Clogher and family are well: they have
      heard from you, or you from them, lately, I have forgot which: I dined
      there t'other day, but the Bishop came not till after dinner; and our meat
      and drink was very so so. Mr. Vedeau(17) was with me yesterday, and
      inquired after you. He was a lieutenant, and is now broke, and upon
      half-pay. He asked me nothing for himself; but wanted an employment for a
      friend, who would give a handsome pair of gloves. One Hales sent me up a
      letter t'other day, which said you lodged in his house, and therefore
      desired I would get him a civil employment. I would not be within, and
      have directed my man to give him an answer, that I never open letters
      brought me by the writers, etc. I was complaining to a lady that I wanted
      to mend an employment from forty to sixty pounds a year, in the Salt
      Office, and thought it hard I could not do it. She told me one Mr.
      Griffin(18) should do it. And afterward I met Griffin at her lodgings; and
      he was, as I found, one I had been acquainted with. I named Filby(19) to
      him, and his abode somewhere near Nantwich. He said frankly he had
      formerly examined the man, and found he understood very little of his
      business; but if he heard he mended, he would do what I desired. I will
      let it rest a while, and then resume it; and if Ppt writes to Filby, she
      may advise him to diligence, etc. I told Griffin positively I would have
      it done, if the man mended. This is an account of poo Ppt's commission to
      her most humble servant Pdfr. I have a world of writing to finish, and
      little time; these toads of Ministers are so slow in their helps. This
      makes me sometimes steal a week from the exactness I used to write to MD.
      Farewell, dee logues, deelest MD MD MD,... FW FW FW ME ME ME Lele.
    </p>
    <p>
      Smoke the folding of my letters of late.(20)
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      LETTER 56.(1)
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      LONDON, Dec. 12, 1712.
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    <p>
      Here is now a stlange ting; a rettle flom MD unanswered: never was before.
      I am slower, and MD is faster: but the last was owing to DD's certificate.
      Why could it not be sent before, pay now? Is it so hard for DD to prove
      she is alive? I protest solemnly I am not able to write to MD for other
      business, but I will resume my journal method next time. I find it is
      easier, though it contains nothing but where I dine, and the occurrences
      of the day. I will write now but once in three weeks till this business is
      off my hands, which must be in six, I think, at farthest. O Ppt, I
      remember your reprimanding me for meddling in other people's affairs: I
      have enough of it now, with a wanion.(2) Two women have been here six
      times apiece; I never saw them yet. The first I have despatched with a
      letter; the other I must see, and tell her I can do nothing for her: she
      is wife of one Connor,(3) an old college acquaintance, and comes on a
      foolish errand, for some old pretensions, that will succeed when I am Lord
      Treasurer. I am got (up) two pair of stairs, in a private lodging, and
      have ordered all my friends not to discover where I am; yet every morning
      two or three sots are plaguing me, and my present servant has not yet his
      lesson perfect of denying me. I have written a hundred and thirty pages in
      folio, to be printed, and must write thirty more, which will make a large
      book of four shillings.(4) I wish I knew an opportunity of sending you
      some snuff. I will watch who goes to Ireland, and do it if possible. I had
      a letter from Parvisol, and find he has set my livings very low. Colonel
      Hamilton, who was second to the Duke of Hamilton, is tried to-day. I
      suppose he is come off, but have not heard.(5) I dined with Lord
      Treasurer, but left him by nine, and visited some people. Lady Betty,(6)
      his(7) daughter, will be married on Monday next (as I suppose) to the
      Marquis of Caermarthen. I did not know your country place had been
      Portraine, till you told me so in your last. Has Swanton taken it of
      Wallis? That Wallis was a grave, wise coxcomb. God be thanked that Ppt im
      better of her disoddles.(8) Pray God keep her so. The pamphlet of
      Political Lying is written by Dr. Arbuthnot, the author of John Bull; 'tis
      very pretty, but not so obvious to be understood. Higgins,(9) first
      chaplain to the Duke of Hamilton? Why, the Duke of Hamilton never dreamt
      of a chaplain, nor I believe ever heard of Higgins. You are glorious
      newsmongers in Ireland&mdash;Dean Francis,(10) Sir R. Levinge,(11) stuff
      stuff: and Pratt, more stuff. We have lost our fine frost here; and Abel
      Roper tells as you have had floods in Dublin; ho, brave(12) you! Oh ho!
      Swanton seized Portraine, now I understand oo. Ay, ay, now I see Portraune
      at the top of your letter. I never minded it before. Now to your second,
      N.36. So, you read one of the Grub Streets about the bandbox.(13) The Whig
      papers have abused me about the bandbox. God help me, what could I do? I
      fairly ventured my life. There is a particular account of it in the
      Postboy, and Evening Post of that day. Lord Treasurer has had the seal
      sent him that sealed the box, and directions where to find the other
      pistol in a tree in St. James's Park, which Lord Bolingbroke's messenger
      found accordingly; but who sent the present is not yet known. The Duke of
      Hamilton avoided the quarrel as much as possible, according to the foppish
      rules of honour in practice. What signified your writing angry to Filby? I
      hope you said nothing of hearing anything from me. Heigh! do oo write by
      sandlelight! nauti, nauti, nauti dallar, a hundred times, fol doing so. O,
      fais, DD, I'll take care of myself! The Queen is in town, and Lady
      Masham's month of lying-in is within two days of being out. I was at the
      christening on Monday. I could not get the child named Robin, after Lord
      Treasurer; it is Samuel, after the father. My brother Ormond sent me some
      chocolate to-day. I wish you had share of it: but they say 'tis good for
      me, and I design to drink some in a morning. Our Society meets next
      Thursday, now the Queen is in town; and Lord Treasurer assures me that the
      Society for reforming the language shall soon be established. I have given
      away ten shillings to-day to servants; 'tan't be help if one should cry
      one's eyes out.(14) Hot a stir is here about your company and visits!
      Charming company, no doubt; now I keep no company at all, nor have I any
      desire to keep any. I never go to a coffee-house nor a tavern, nor have
      touched a card since I left Windsor. I make few visits, nor go to levees;
      my only debauching is sitting late where I dine, if I like the company. I
      have almost dropped the Duchesses of Shrewsbury and Hamilton, and several
      others. Lord Treasurer, the Duke of Ormond, and Lady Orkney are all that I
      see very often. Oh yes, and Lady Masham and Lord Bolingbroke, and one or
      two private friends. I make no figure but at Court, where I affect to turn
      from a lord to the meanest of my acquaintance, and I love to go there on
      Sundays to see the world. But, to say the truth, I am growing weary of it.
      I dislike a million of things in the course of public affairs; and if I
      were to stay here much longer, I am sure I should ruin myself with
      endeavouring to mend them. I am every day invited into schemes of doing
      this, but I cannot find any that will probably succeed. It is impossible
      to save people against their own will; and I have been too much engaged in
      patchwork already. Do you understand all this stuff? No. Well zen, you are
      now returned to ombre and the Dean, and Christmas; I wish oo a very merry
      one; and pray don't lose oo money, nor play upon Watt Welch's game. Nite,
      sollahs, 'tis rate I'll go to seep; I don't seep well, and therefore never
      dare to drink coffee or tea after dinner: but I am very seepy in a
      molning. This is the effect of time and years. Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. Morn. I am so very seepy in the morning that my man wakens me above
      ten times; and now I can tell oo no news of this day. (Here is a restless
      dog, crying cabbages and savoys, plagues me every morning about this time;
      he is now at it. I wish his largest cabbage were sticking in his throat.)
      I lodge over against the house in Little Rider Street, where DD lodged.
      Don't oo lememble, maram? To-night I must see the Abbe Gaultier,(15) to
      get some particulars for my History. It was he who was first employed by
      France in the overtures of peace, and I have not had time this month to
      see him; he is but a puppy too. Lady Orkney has just sent to invite me to
      dinner; she has not given me the bed-nightgown;(16) besides, I am come
      very much off from writing in bed, though I am doing it this minute; but I
      stay till my fire is burnt up. My grate is very large; two bushels of
      coals in a week: but I save it in lodgings. Lord Abercorn is come to
      London, and will plague me, and I can do him no service. The Duke of
      Shrewsbury goes in a day or two for France, perhaps to-day. We shall have
      a peace very soon; the Dutch are almost entirely agreed, and if they stop
      we shall make it without them; that has been long resolved. One Squire
      Jones,(17) a scoundrel in my parish, has writ to me to desire I would
      engage Joe Beaumont to give him his interest for Parliament-man for Trim:
      pray tell Joe this; and if he designed to vote for him already, then he
      may tell Jones that I received his letter, and that I writ to Joe to do
      it. If Joe be engaged for any other, then he may do what he will: and
      Parvisol may say he spoke to Joe, but Joe's engaged, etc. I received three
      pair of fine thread stockings from Joe lately. Pray thank him when you see
      him, and that I say they are very fine and good. (I never looked at them
      yet, but that's no matter.) This is a fine day. I am ruined with coaches
      and chairs this twelvepenny weather. I must see my brother Ormond at
      eleven, and then the Duchess of Hamilton, with whom I doubt I am in
      disgrace, not having seen her these ten days. I send this to-day, and must
      finish it now; and perhaps some people may come and hinder me; for it im
      ten o'clock (but not shaving-day), and I must be abroad at eleven. Abbe
      Gaultier sends me word I can't see him to-night; pots cake him! I don't
      value anything but one letter he has of Petecum's,(18) showing the roguery
      of the Dutch. Did not the Conduct of the Allies make you great
      politicians? Fais, I believe you are not quite so ignorant as I thought
      you. I am glad to hear oo walked so much in the country. Does DD ever read
      to you, ung ooman? O, fais! I shall find strange doings hen I tum ole!(19)
      Here is somebody coming that I must see that wants a little place; the son
      of cousin Rooke's eldest daughter, that died many years ago. He's here.
      Farewell, deelest MD MD MD ME ME ME FW FW FW, Lele.
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      LETTER 57.(1)
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      LONDON, Dec. 18, 1712.
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    <p>
      Our Society was to meet to-day; but Lord Harley, who was President this
      week, could not attend, being gone to Wimbledon with his new
      brother-in-law, the young Marquis of Caermarthen, who married Lady Betty
      Harley on Monday last; and Lord Treasurer is at Wimbledon too. However,
      half a dozen of us met, and I propose our meetings should be once a
      fortnight; for, between you and me, we do no good. It cost me nineteen
      shillings to-day for my Club at dinner; I don't like it, fais. We have
      terrible snowy slobbery weather. Lord Abercorn is come to town, and will
      see me, whether I will or no. You know he has a pretence to a dukedom in
      France, which the Duke of Hamilton was soliciting for; but Abercorn
      resolves to spoil their title, if they will not allow him a fourth part;
      and I have advised the Duchess to compound with him, and have made the
      Ministry of my opinion. Night, dee sollahs, MD, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Ay mally zis is sumsing rike,(2) for Pdfr to write journals again!
      'Tis as natural as mother's milk, now I am got into it. Lord Treasurer is
      returned from Wimbledon ('tis not above eight miles off), and sent for me
      to dine with him at five; but I had the grace to be abroad, and dined with
      some others, with honest Ben Tooke, by invitation. The Duchess of Ormond
      promised me her picture, and coming home tonight, I found hers and the
      Duke's both in my chamber. Was not that a pretty civil surprise? Yes, and
      they are in fine gilded frames, too. I am writing a letter to thank her,
      which I will send to-morrow morning. I'll tell her she is such a prude
      that she will not let so much as her picture be alone in a room with a
      man, unless the Duke's be with it; and so forth.(3) We are full of snow,
      and dabbling. Lady Masham has come abroad these three days, and seen the
      Queen. I dined with her t'other day at her sister Hill's. I hope she will
      remove in a few days to her new lodgings at St. James's from Kensington.
      Nite, dee logues MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. I lodge (up) two pair of stairs, have but one room, and deny myself to
      everybody almost, yet I cannot be quiet; and all my mornings are lost with
      people, who will not take answers below stairs; such as Dilly, and the
      Bishop, and Provost, etc. Lady Orkney invited me to dinner to-day, which
      hindered me from dining with Lord Treasurer. This is his day that his
      chief friends in the Ministry dine with him. However, I went there about
      six, and sat with them till past nine, when they all went off; but he kept
      me back, and told me the circumstances of Lady Betty's match. The young
      fellow has 60,000 pounds ready money, three great houses furnished, 7,000
      pounds a year at present, and about five more after his father and mother
      die. I think Lady Betty's portion is not above 8,000 pounds. I remember
      either Tisdall writ to me in somebody's letter, or you did it for him,
      that I should mention him on occasion to Lord Anglesea, with whom, he
      said, he had some little acquaintance. Lord Anglesea was with me to-night
      at Lord Treasurer's; and then I asked him about Tisdall, and described
      him. He said he never saw him, but that he had sent him his book.(4) See
      what it is to be a puppy. Pray tell Mr. Walls that Lord Anglesea thanked
      me for recommending Clements(5) to him; that he says he is 20,000 pounds
      the better for knowing Clements. But pray don't let Clements go and write
      a letter of thanks, and tell my lord that he hears so and so, etc. Why,
      'tis but like an Irish understanding to do so. Sad weather; two shillings
      in coaches to-day, and yet I am dirty. I am now going to read over
      something and correct it. So, nite.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Puppies have got a new way of plaguing me. I find letters directed for
      me at Lord Treasurer's, sometimes with enclosed ones to him, and sometimes
      with projects, and some times with libels. I usually keep them three or
      four days without opening. I was at Court to-day, as I always am on
      Sundays, instead of a coffee-house, to see my acquaintance. This day
      se'nnight, after I had been talking at Court with Sir William Wyndham, the
      Spanish Ambassador(6) came to him and said he heard that was Dr. Swift,
      and desired him to tell me that his master, and the King of France, and
      the Queen, were more obliged to me than any man in Europe; so we bowed,
      and shook hands, etc. I took it very well of him. I dined with Lord
      Treasurer, and must again to-morrow, though I had rather not (as DD says);
      but now the Queen is in town, he does not keep me so late. I have not had
      time to see Fanny Manley since she came, but intend it one of these days.
      Her uncle, Jack Manley,(7) I hear, cannot live a month, which will be a
      great loss to her father in Ireland, for I believe he is one of his chief
      supports. Our peace now will soon be determined; for Lord Bolingbroke
      tells me this morning that four provinces of Holland(8) have complied with
      the Queen, and we expect the rest will do so immediately. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Lord Keeper promised me yesterday the first convenient living to poor
      Mr. Gery,(9) who is married, and wants some addition to what he has. He is
      a very worthy creature. I had a letter some weeks ago from Elwick,(10) who
      married Betty Gery. It seems the poor woman died some time last summer.
      Elwick grows rich, and purchases lands. I dined with Lord Treasurer
      to-day, who has engaged me to come again to-morrow. I gave Lord
      Bolingbroke a poem of Parnell's.(11) I made Parnell insert some
      compliments in it to his lordship. He is extremely pleased with it, and
      read some parts of it to-day to Lord Treasurer, who liked it as much. And
      indeed he outdoes all our poets here a bar's length. Lord Bolingbroke has
      ordered me to bring him to dinner on Christmas Day, and I made Lord
      Treasurer promise to see him; and it may one day do Parnell a kindness.
      You know Parnell. I believe I have told you of that poem. Nite, deel MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. This morning I presented one Diaper,(12) a poet, to Lord Bolingbroke,
      with a new poem, which is a very good one; and I am to give him a sum of
      money from my lord; and I have contrived to make a parson of him, for he
      is half one already, being in deacon's orders, and serves a small cure in
      the country; but has a sword at his a&mdash;- here in town. 'Tis a poor
      little short wretch, but will do best in a gown, and we will make Lord
      Keeper give him a living. Lord Bolingbroke writ to Lord Treasurer to
      excuse me to-day; so I dined with the former, and Monteleon, the Spanish
      Ambassador, who made me many compliments. I stayed till nine, and now it
      is past ten, and my man has locked me up, and I have just called to mind
      that I shall be in disgrace with Tom Leigh.(13) That coxcomb had got into
      acquaintance with one Eckershall,(14) Clerk of the Kitchen to the Queen,
      who was civil to him at Windsor on my account; for I had done some service
      to Eckershall. Leigh teases me to pass an evening at his lodgings with
      Eckershall. I put it off several times, but was forced at last to promise
      I would come to-night; and it never was in my head till I was locked up,
      and I have called and called, but my man is gone to bed; so I will write
      an excuse to-morrow. I detest that Tom Leigh, and am as formal to him as I
      can when I happen to meet him in the Park. The rogue frets me, if he knew
      it. He asked me why I did not wait on the Bishop of Dromore.(15) I
      answered I had not the honour to be acquainted with him, and would not
      presume, etc. He takes me seriously, and says the Bishop is no proud man,
      etc. He tells me of a judge in Ireland that has done ill things. I ask why
      he is not out? Says he, "I think the bishops, and you, and I, and the rest
      of the clergy, should meet and consult about it." I beg his pardon, and
      say, "I cannot be serviceable that way." He answers, "Yes, everybody may
      help something."&mdash;Don't you see how curiously he contrives to vex me;
      for the dog knows that with half a word I could do more than all of them
      together. But he only does it from the pride and envy of his own heart,
      and not out of a humorous design of teasing. He is one of those that would
      rather a service should not be done, than done by a private man, and of
      his own country. You take all this, don't you? Nite dee sollahs, I'll go
      seep a dozey.
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    <p>
      24. I dined to-day with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, in order to look
      over some of my papers; but nothing was done. I have been also mediating
      between the Hamilton family and Lord Abercorn, to have them compound with
      him; and I believe they will do it. Lord Selkirk,(16) the late Duke's
      brother, is to be in town, in order to go to France, to make the demands;
      and the Ministry are of opinion they will get some satisfaction, and they
      empowered me to advise the Hamilton side to agree with Abercorn, who asks
      a fourth part, and will go to France and spoil all if they won't yield it.
      Nite sollahs.
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    <p>
      25. All melly Titmasses&mdash;melly Titmasses&mdash;I said it first&mdash;I
      wish it a souzand (times) zoth with halt(17) and soul.(18) I carried
      Parnell to dine at Lord Bolingbroke's, and he behaved himself very well;
      and Lord Bolingbroke is mightily pleased with him. I was at St. James's
      Chapel by eight this morning; and church and sacrament were done by ten.
      The Queen has the gout in her hand, and did not come to church today; and
      I stayed so long in my chamber that I missed going to Court. Did I tell
      you that the Queen designs to have a Drawing-room and company every day?
      Nite dee logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I was to wish the Duke of Ormond a happy Christmas, and give half a
      crown to his porter. It will cost me a dozen half-crowns among such
      fellows. I dined with Lord Treasurer, who chid me for being absent three
      days. Mighty kind, with a p&mdash;; less of civility, and more of his
      interest! We hear Maccartney is gone over to Ireland. Was it not comical
      for a gentleman to be set upon by highwaymen, and to tell them he was
      Maccartney? Upon which they brought him to a justice of peace, in hopes of
      the reward,(19) and the rogues were sent to gaol. Was it not great
      presence of mind? But maybe you heard this already; for there was a Grub
      Street of it. Lord Bolingbroke told me I must walk away to-day when dinner
      was done, because Lord Treasurer, and he, and another, were to enter upon
      business; but I said it was as fit I should know their business as
      anybody, for I was to justify (it).(20) So the rest went, and I stayed,
      and it was so important, I was like to sleep over it. I left them at nine,
      and it is now twelve. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I dined to-day with General Hill, Governor of Dunkirk. Lady Masham and
      Mrs. Hill, his two sisters, were of the company, and there have I been
      sitting this evening till eleven, looking over others at play; for I have
      left off loving play myself; and I think Ppt is now a great gamester. I
      have a great cold on me, not quite at its height. I have them seldom, and
      therefore ought to be patient. I met Mr. Addison and Pastoral Philips on
      the Mall to-day, and took a turn with them; but they both looked terrible
      dry and cold. A curse of party! And do you know I have taken more pains to
      recommend the Whig wits to the favour and mercy of the Ministers than any
      other people. Steele I have kept in his place. Congreve I have got to be
      used kindly, and secured. Rowe I have recommended, and got a promise of a
      place. Philips I could certainly have provided for, if he had not run
      party mad, and made me withdraw my recommendation; and I set Addison so
      right at first that he might have been employed, and have partly secured
      him the place he has; yet I am worse used by that faction than any man.
      Well, go to cards, sollah Ppt, and dress the wine and olange, sollah MD,
      and I'll go seep. 'Tis rate. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. My cold is so bad that I could not go to church today, nor to Court;
      but I was engaged to Lord Orkney's with the Duke of Ormond, at dinner; and
      ventured, because I could cough and spit there as I pleased. The Duke and
      Lord Arran left us, and I have been sitting ever since with Lord and Lady
      Orkney till past eleven: and my cold is worse, and makes me giddy. I hope
      it is only my cold. Oh, says Ppt, everybody is giddy with a cold; I hope
      it is no more; but I'll go to bed, for the fellow has bawled "Past
      twelve." Night, deels.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I got out early to-day, and escaped all my duns. I went to see Lord
      Bolingbroke about some business, and truly he was gone out too. I dined in
      the City upon the broiled leg of a goose and a bit of brawn, with my
      printer. Did I tell you that I forbear printing what I have in hand, till
      the Court decides something about me? I will contract no more enemies, at
      least I will not embitter worse those I have already, till I have got
      under shelter; and the Ministers know my resolution, so that you may be
      disappointed in seeing this thing as soon as you expected. I hear Lord
      Treasurer is out of order. My cold is very bad. Every(body) has one. Nite
      two dee logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I suppose this will be full by Saturday; zen(21) it sall go. Duke of
      Ormond, Lord Arran, and I, dined privately to-day at an old servant's
      house of his. The Council made us part at six. One Mrs. Ramsay dined with
      us; an old lady of about fifty-five, that we are all very fond of. I
      called this evening at Lord Treasurer's, and sat with him two hours. He
      has been cupped for a cold, and has been very ill. He cannot dine with
      Parnell and me at Lord Bolingbroke's to-morrow, but says he will see
      Parnell some other time. I hoise(22) up Parnell partly to spite the
      envious Irish folks here, particularly Tom Leigh. I saw the Bishop of
      Clogher's family to-day; Miss is mighty ill of a cold, coughs
      incessantly.(23) Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. To-day Parnell and I dined with Lord Bolingbroke, to correct Parnell's
      poem. I made him show all the places he disliked; and when Parnell has
      corrected it fully he shall print it. I went this evening to sit with Lord
      Treasurer. He is better, and will be out in a day or two. I sat with him
      while the young folks went to supper; and then went down, and there were
      the young folks merry together, having turned Lady Oxford up to my lord,
      and I stayed with them till twelve. There was the young couple, Lord and
      Lady Caermarthen, and Lord and Lady Dupplin, and Lord Harley and I; and
      the old folks were together above. It looked like what I have formerly
      done so often; stealing together from the old folks, though indeed it was
      not from poor Lord Treasurer, who is as young a fellow as any of us: but
      Lady Oxford is a silly mere old woman.(24) My cold is still so bad that I
      have not the least smelling. I am just got home, and 'tis past twelve; and
      I'll go to bed, and settle my head, heavy as lead. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      Jan. 1, 1712-13. A sousand melly new eels(25) to deelest richar MD. Pray
      God Almighty bless you, and send you ever happy! I forgot to tell you that
      yesterday Lord Abercorn was here, teasing me about his French duchy, and
      suspecting my partiality to the Hamilton family in such a whimsical manner
      that Dr. Pratt, who was by, thought he was mad. He was no sooner gone but
      Lord Orkney sent to know whether he might come and sit with me half an
      hour upon some business. I returned answer that I would wait on him; which
      I did. We discoursed a while, and he left me with Lady Orkney; and in came
      the Earl of Selkirk, whom I had never seen before. He is another brother
      of the Duke of Hamilton, and is going to France, by a power from his
      mother, the old Duchess,(26) to negotiate their pretensions to the duchy
      of Chatelherault. He teased me for two hours in spite of my teeth, and
      held my hand when I offered to stir; would have had me engage the Ministry
      to favour him against Lord Abercorn, and to convince them that Lord
      Abercorn had no pretensions; and desired I would also convince Lord
      Abercorn himself so; and concluded he was sorry I was a greater friend to
      Abercorn than Hamilton. I had no patience, and used him with some
      plainness. Am not I purely handled between a couple of puppies? Ay, says
      Ppt, you must be meddling in other folks' affairs. I appeal to the Bishop
      of Clogher whether Abercorn did not complain that I would not let him see
      me last year, and that he swore he would take no denial from my servant
      when he came again. The Ministers gave me leave to tell the Hamilton
      family it was their opinion that they ought to agree with Abercorn. Lord
      Anglesea was then by, and told Abercorn; upon which he gravely tells me I
      was commissioned by the Ministers, and ought to perform my commission,
      etc.&mdash;But I'll have done with them. I have warned Lord Treasurer and
      Lord Bolingbroke to beware of Selkirk's teasing; &mdash;x on him! Yet
      Abercorn vexes me more. The whelp owes to me all the kind receptions he
      has had from the Ministry. I dined to-day at Lord Treasurer's with the
      young folks, and sat with Lord Treasurer till nine, and then was forced to
      Lady Masham's, and sat there till twelve, talking of affairs, till I am
      out of humour, as everyone must that knows them inwardly. A thousand
      things wrong, most of them easy to mend; yet our schemes availing at best
      but little, and sometimes nothing at all. One evil, which I twice patched
      up with the hazard of all the credit I had, is now spread more than
      ever.(27) But burn politics, and send me from Courts and Ministers! Nite
      deelest richar MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I sauntered about this morning, and went with Dr. Pratt to a picture
      auction, where I had like to be drawn in to buy a picture that I was fond
      of, but, it seems, was good for nothing. Pratt was there to buy some
      pictures for the Bishop of Clogher, who resolves to lay out ten pounds to
      furnish his house with curious pieces. We dined with the Bishop, I being
      by chance disengaged. And this evening I sat with the Bishop of
      Ossory,(28) who is laid up with the gout. The French Ambassador, Duke
      d'Aumont,(29) came to town to-night; and the rabble conducted him home
      with shouts. I cannot smell yet, though my cold begins to break. It
      continues cruel hard frosty weather. Go and be melly,... sollahs.(30)
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Lord Dupplin and I went with Lord and Lady Orkney this morning at ten
      to Wimbledon, six miles off, to see Lord and Lady Caermarthen. It is much
      the finest place about this town. Did oo never see it? I was once there
      before, about five years ago. You know Lady Caermarthen is Lord
      Treasurer's daughter, married about three weeks ago. I hope the young
      fellow will be a good husband.&mdash;I must send this away now. I came
      back just by nightfall, cruel cold weather; I have no smell yet, but my
      cold something better. Nite (?) sollahs; I'll take my reeve. I forget how
      MD's accounts are. Pray let me know always timely before MD wants; and
      pray give the bill on t'other side to Mrs. Brent as usual. I believe I
      have not paid her this great while. Go, play cards, and... rove Pdfr. Nite
      richar MD... roves Pdfr. FW lele.. . MD MD MD MD MD FW FW FW FW MD MD
      Lele...(31)
    </p>
    <p>
      The six odd shillings, tell Mrs. Brent, are for her new year's gift.
    </p>
    <p>
      I(32) am just now told that poor dear Lady Ashburnham,(33) the Duke of
      Ormond's daughter, died yesterday at her country house. The poor creature
      was with child. She was my greatest favourite, and I am in excessive
      concern for her loss. I hardly knew a more valuable person on all
      accounts. You must have heard me talk of her. I am afraid to see the Duke
      and Duchess. She was naturally very healthy; I am afraid she has been
      thrown away for want of care. Pray condole with me. 'Tis extremely moving.
      Her lord's a puppy; and I shall never think it worth my while to be
      troubled with him, now he has lost all that was valuable in his
      possession; yet I think he used her pretty well. I hate life when I think
      it exposed to such accidents; and to see so many thousand wretches
      burdening the earth, while such as her die, makes me think God did never
      intend life for a blessing. Farewell.
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      LONDON, Jan. 4, 1712-13.
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    <p>
      I ended my last with the melancholy news of poor Lady Ashburnham's death.
      The Bishop of Clogher and Dr. Pratt made me dine with them to-day at Lord
      Mountjoy's, pursuant to an engagement, which I had forgot. Lady Mountjoy
      told me that Maccartney was got safe out of our clutches, for she had
      spoke with one who had a letter from him from Holland. Others say the same
      thing. 'Tis hard such a dog should escape.&mdash;As I left Lord Mountjoy's
      I saw the Duke d'Aumont, the French Ambassador, going from Lord
      Bolingbroke's, where he dined, to have a private audience of the Queen. I
      followed, and went up to Court, where there was a great crowd. I was
      talking with the Duke of Argyle by the fireside in the bed-chamber, when
      the Ambassador came out from the Queen. Argyle presented me to him, and
      Lord Bolingbroke and we talked together a while. He is a fine gentleman,
      something like the Duke of Ormond, and just such an expensive man. After
      church to-day I showed the Bishop of Clogher, at Court, who was who. Nite
      my two dee logues, and...(2)
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Our frost is broke, but it is bloody cold. Lord Treasurer is recovered,
      and went out this evening to the Queen. I dined with Lady Oxford, and then
      sat with Lord Treasurer while he went out. He gave me a letter from an
      unknown hand, relating to Dr. Brown,(3) Bishop of Cork, recommending him
      to a better bishopric, as a person who opposed Lord Wharton, and was made
      a bishop on that account, celebrating him for a great politician, etc.: in
      short, all directly contrary to his character, which I made bold to
      explain. What dogs there are in the world! I was to see the poor Duke and
      Duchess of Ormond this morning. The Duke was in his public room, with Mr.
      Southwell(4) and two more gentlemen. When Southwell and I were alone with
      him, he talked something of Lord Ashburnham, that he was afraid the Whigs
      would get him again. He bore up as well as he could, but something falling
      accidentally in discourse, the tears were just falling out of his eyes,
      and I looked off to give him an opportunity (which he took) of wiping them
      with his handkerchief. I never saw anything so moving, nor such a mixture
      of greatness of mind, and tenderness, and discretion. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Lord Bolingbroke and Parnell and I dined, by invitation, with my friend
      Darteneuf,(5) whom you have heard me talk of. Lord Bolingbroke likes
      Parnell mightily; and it is pleasant to see that one who hardly passed for
      anything in Ireland makes his way here with a little friendly forwarding.
      It is scurvy rainy weather, and I have hardly been abroad to-day, nor know
      anything that passes.&mdash;Lord Treasurer is quite recovered, and I hope
      will be careful to keep himself well. The Duchess of Marlborough is
      leaving England to go to her Duke, and makes presents of rings to several
      friends, they say worth two hundred pounds apiece. I am sure she ought to
      give me one, though the Duke pretended to think me his greatest enemy, and
      got people to tell me so, and very mildly to let me know how gladly he
      would have me softened toward him. I bid a lady of his acquaintance and
      mine let him know that I had hindered many a bitter thing against him; not
      for his own sake, but because I thought it looked base; and I desired
      everything should be left him, except power. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. I dined with Lord and Lady Masham to-day, and this evening played at
      ombre with Mrs. Vanhom, merely for amusement. The Ministers have got my
      papers, and will neither read them nor give them to me; and I can hardly
      do anything. Very warm slabby weather, but I made a shift to get a walk;
      yet I lost half of it, by shaking off Lord Rochester,(6) who is a good,
      civil, simple man. The Bishop of Ossory will not be Bishop of Hereford,(7)
      to the great grief of himself and his wife. And hat is MD doing now, I
      wonder? Playing at cards with the Dean and Mrs. Walls? I think it is not
      certain yet that Maccartney is escaped. I am plagued with bad authors,
      verse and prose, who send me their books and poems, the vilest trash I
      ever saw; but I have given their names to my man, never to let them see
      me. I have got new ink, and 'tis very white; and I don't see that it turns
      black at all. I'll go to seep; 'tis past twelve.&mdash;Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Oo must understand that I am in my geers, and have got a chocolate-pot,
      a present from Mrs. Ashe of Clogher, and some chocolate from my brother
      Ormond, and I treat folks sometimes. I dined with Lord Treasurer at five
      o'clock to-day, and was by while he and Lord Bolingbroke were at business;
      for it is fit I should know all that passes now, because, etc. The Duke of
      Ormond employed me to speak to Lord Treasurer to-day about an affair, and
      I did so; and the Duke had spoke himself two hours before, which vexed me,
      and I will chide the Duke about it. I'll tell you a good thing; there is
      not one of the Ministry but what will employ me as gravely to speak for
      them to Lord Treasurer as if I were their brother or his; and I do it as
      gravely: though I know they do it only because they will not make
      themselves uneasy, or had rather I should be denied than they. I believe
      our peace will not be finished these two months; for I think we must have
      a return from Spain by a messenger, who will not go till Sunday next. Lord
      Treasurer has invited me to dine with him again to-morrow. Your
      Commissioner, Keatley,(8) is to be there. Nite dee richar MD.(9)
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Dr. Pratt drank chocolate with me this morning, and then we walked. I
      was yesterday with him to see Lady Betty Butler, grieving for her sister
      Ashburnham. The jade was in bed in form, and she did so cant, she made me
      sick. I meet Tom Leigh every day in the Park, to preserve his health. He
      is as ruddy as a rose, and tells me his Bishop of Dromore(10) recovers
      very much. That Bishop has been very near dying. This day's Examiner talks
      of the play of "What is it like?"(11) and you will think it to be mine,
      and be bit; for I have no hand in these papers at all. I dined with Lord
      Treasurer, and shall again to-morrow, which is his day when all the
      Ministers dine with him. He calls it whipping-day. It is always on
      Saturday, and we do indeed usually rally him about his faults on that day.
      I was of the original Club, when only poor Lord Rivers, Lord Keeper, and
      Lord Bolingbroke came; but now Ormond, Anglesea, Lord Steward,(12)
      Dartmouth, and other rabble intrude, and I scold at it; but now they
      pretend as good a title as I; and, indeed, many Saturdays I am not there.
      The company being too many, I don't love it. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. At seven this evening, as we sat after dinner at Lord Treasurer's, a
      servant said Lord Peterborow was at the door. Lord Treasurer and Lord
      Bolingbroke went out to meet him, and brought him in. He was just returned
      from abroad, where he has been above a year. Soon as he saw me, he left
      the Duke of Ormond and other lords, and ran and kissed me before he spoke
      to them; but chid me terribly for not writing to him, which I never did
      this last time he was abroad, not knowing where he was; and he changed
      places so often, it was impossible a letter should overtake him. He left
      England with a bruise, by his coach overturning, that made him spit blood,
      and was so ill, we expected every post to hear of his death; but he
      outrode it or outdrank it, or something, and is come home lustier than
      ever. He is at least sixty, and has more spirits than any young fellow I
      know in England. He has got the old Oxford regiment of horse, and I
      believe will have a Garter. I love the hang-dog dearly. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. The Court was crammed to-day to see(13) the French Ambassador; but he
      did not come. Did I never tell you that I go to Court on Sundays as to a
      coffee-house, to see acquaintance, whom I should otherwise not see twice a
      year? The Provost(14) and I dined with Ned Southwell, by appointment, in
      order to settle your kingdom, if my scheme can be followed; but I doubt
      our Ministry will be too tedious. You must certainly have a new
      Parliament; but they would have that a secret yet. Our Parliament here
      will be prorogued for three weeks. Those puppies the Dutch will not yet
      come in, though they pretend to submit to the Queen in everything; but
      they would fain try first how our session begins, in hopes to embroil us
      in the House of Lords: and if my advice had been taken, the session should
      have begun, and we would have trusted the Parliament to approve the steps
      already made toward the peace, and had an Address perhaps from them to
      conclude without the Dutch, if they would not agree.&mdash;Others are of
      my mind, but it is not reckoned so safe, it seems; yet I doubt whether the
      peace will be ready so soon as three weeks, but that is a secret. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Pratt and I walked into the City to one Bateman's,(15) a famous
      bookseller, for old books. There I laid out four pounds like a fool, and
      we dined at a hedge ale-house, for two shillings and twopence, like
      emperors. Let me see, I bought Plutarch, two volumes, for thirty
      shillings, etc. Well, I'll tell you no more; oo don't understand
      Greek.(16) We have no news, and I have nothing more to say to-day, and I
      can't finish my work. These Ministers will not find time to do what I
      would have them. So nite, nown dee dallars.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I was to have dined to-day with Lord Keeper, but would not, because
      that brute Sir John Walter(17) was to be one of the company. You may
      remember he railed at me last summer was twelvemonth at Windsor, and has
      never begged my pardon, though he promised to do it; and Lord Mansel, who
      was one of the company, would certainly have set us together by the ears,
      out of pure roguish mischief. So I dined with Lord Treasurer, where there
      was none but Lord Bolingbroke. I stayed till eight, and then went to Lady
      Orkney's, who has been sick, and sat with her till twelve, from whence you
      may consider it is late, sollahs. The Parliament was prorogued to-day, as
      I told you, for three weeks. Our weather is very bad and slobbery, and I
      shall spoil my new hat (I have bought a new hat), or empty my pockets.
      Does Hawkshaw pay the interest he owes? Lord Abercorn plagues me to death.
      I have now not above six people to provide for, and about as many to do
      good offices to; and thrice as many that I will do nothing for; nor can I
      if I would. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. To-day I took the circle of morning visits. I went to the Duchess of
      Ormond, and there was she, and Lady Betty, and Lord Ashburnham together:
      this was the first time the mother and daughter saw each other since Lady
      Ashburnham's death. They were both in tears, and I chid them for being
      together, and made Lady Betty go to her own chamber; then sat a while with
      the Duchess, and went after Lady Betty, and all was well. There is
      something of farce in all these mournings, let them be ever so serious.
      People will pretend to grieve more than they really do, and that takes off
      from their true grief. I then went to the Duchess of Hamilton, who never
      grieved, but raged, and stormed, and railed.(18) She is pretty quiet now,
      but has a diabolical temper. Lord Keeper and his son, and their two
      ladies, and I, dined to-day with Mr. Caesar,(19) Treasurer of the Navy, at
      his house in the City, where he keeps his office. We happened to talk of
      Brutus, and I said something in his praise, when it struck me immediately
      that I had made a blunder in doing so; and, therefore, I recollected
      myself, and said, "Mr. Caesar, I beg your pardon." So we laughed, etc.
      Nite, my own deelest richar logues, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. I forgot to tell you that last night I had a present sent me (I found
      it, when I came home, in my chamber) of the finest wild fowl I ever saw,
      with the vilest letter, and from the vilest poet in the world, who sent it
      me as a bribe to get him an employment. I knew not where the scoundrel
      lived, so I could not send them back, and therefore I gave them away as
      freely as I got them, and have ordered my man never to let up the poet
      when he comes. The rogue should have kept the wings at least for his muse.
      One of his fowls was a large capon pheasant, as fat as a pullet. I ate
      share of it to-day with a friend. We have now a Drawing-room every
      Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday at one o'clock. The Queen does not come
      out; but all her Ministers, foreigners, and persons of quality are at it.
      I was there to-day; and as Lord Treasurer came towards me, I avoided him,
      and he hunted me thrice about the room. I affect never to take notice of
      him at church or Court. He knows it, for I have told him so; and to-night,
      at Lord Masham's, he gave an account of it to the company; but my reasons
      are, that people seeing me speak to him causes a great deal of teasing. I
      tell you what comes into my head, that I never knew whether MD were Whigs
      or Tories, and I value our conversation the more that it never turned on
      that subject. I have a fancy that Ppt is a Tory, and a violent one. I
      don't know why; but methinks she looks like one, and DD a sort of a
      Trimmer. Am I right? I gave the Examiner a hint about this prorogation,
      and to praise the Queen for her tenderness to the Dutch in giving them
      still more time to submit.(20) It fitted the occasions at present. Nite
      MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I was busy to-day at the Secretary's office, and stayed till past
      three. The Duke of Ormond and I were to dine at Lord Orkney's. The Duke
      was at the Committee, so I thought all was safe. When I went there, they
      had almost dined; for the Duke had sent to excuse himself, which I never
      knew. I came home at seven, and began a little whim, which just came into
      my head; and will make a threepenny pamphlet.(21) It shall be finished and
      out in a week; and if it succeeds, you shall know what it is; otherwise,
      not. I cannot send this to-morrow, and will put it off till next Saturday,
      because I have much business. So my journals shall be short, and Ppt must
      have patience. So nite, dee sollahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. This rogue Parnell has not yet corrected his poem, and I would fain
      have it out. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer, and his Saturday company,
      nine of us in all. They went away at seven, and Lord Treasurer and I sat
      talking an hour after. After dinner he was talking to the lords about the
      speech the Queen must make when the Parliament meets. He asked me how I
      would make it. I was going to be serious, because it was seriously put;
      but I turned it to a jest. And because they had been speaking of the
      Duchess of Marlborough going to Flanders after the Duke, I said the speech
      should begin thus: "My Lords and Gentlemen, In order to my own quiet, and
      that of my subjects, I have thought fit to send the Duchess of Marlborough
      abroad after the Duke." This took well, and turned off the discourse. I
      must tell you I do not at all like the present situation of affairs, and
      remember I tell you so. Things must be on another foot, or we are all
      undone. I hate this driving always to an inch. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. We had a mighty full Court to-day. Dilly was with me at the French
      church, and edified mightily. The Duke of Ormond and I dined at Lord
      Orkney's; but I left them at seven, and came home to my whim. I have made
      a great progress. My large Treatise(22) stands stock still. Some think it
      too dangerous to publish, and would have me print only what relates to the
      peace. I cannot tell what I shall do.&mdash;The Bishop of Dromore is
      dying. They thought yesterday he could not live two hours; yet he is still
      alive, but is utterly past all hopes. Go to cards, sollahs, and nite.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I was this morning to see the Duke and Duchess of Ormond. The Duke
      d'Aumont came in while I was with the Duke of Ormond, and we complimented
      each other like dragons. A poor fellow called at the door where I lodge,
      with a parcel of oranges for a present for me. I bid my man know what his
      name was, and whence he came. He sent word his name was Bun, and that I
      knew him very well. I bid my man tell him I was busy, and he could not
      speak to me; and not to let him leave his oranges. I know no more of it,
      but I am sure I never heard the name, and I shall take no such presents
      from strangers. Perhaps he might be only some beggar, who wanted a little
      money. Perhaps it might be something worse. Let them keep their poison for
      their rats. I don't love it.(23) That blot is a blunder. Nite dee MD....
    </p>
    <p>
      20. A Committee of our Society dined to-day with the Chancellor of the
      Exchequer. Our Society does not meet now as usual, for which I am blamed:
      but till Lord Treasurer will agree to give us money and employments to
      bestow, I am averse to it; and he gives us nothing but promises. The
      Bishop of Dromore is still alive, and that is all. We expect every day he
      will die, and then Tom Leigh must go back, which is one good thing to the
      town. I believe Pratt will drive at one of these bishoprics. Our English
      bishopric(24) is not yet disposed of. I believe the peace will not be
      ready by the session. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. I was to-day with my printer, to give him a little pamphlet I have
      written, but not politics. It will be out by Monday. If it succeeds, I
      will tell you of it; otherwise, not. We had a prodigious thaw to-day, as
      bad as rain; yet I walked like a good boy all the way. The Bishop of
      Dromore still draws breath, but cannot live two days longer. My large book
      lies flat. Some people think a great part of it ought not to be now
      printed. I believe I told you so before. This letter shall not go till
      Saturday, which makes up the three weeks exactly; and I allow MD six
      weeks, which are now almost out; so oo must know I expect a rettle vely
      soon, and that MD is vely werr;(25) and so nite, dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. This is one of our Court days, and I was there. I told you there is a
      Drawing-room, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. The Hamiltons and
      Abercorns have done teasing me. The latter, I hear, is actually going to
      France. Lord Treasurer quarrelled with me at Court for being four days
      without dining with him; so I dined there to-day, and he has at last
      fallen in with my project (as he calls it) of coining halfpence and
      farthings, with devices, like medals, in honour of the Queen, every year
      changing the device. I wish it may be done. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. The Duke of Ormond and I appointed to dine with Ned Southwell to-day,
      to talk of settling your affairs of Parliament in Ireland, but there was a
      mixture of company, and the Duke of Ormond was in haste, and nothing was
      done. If your Parliament meets this summer, it must be a new one; but I
      find some are of opinion there should be none at all these two years. I
      will trouble myself no more about it. My design was to serve the Duke of
      Ormond. Dr. Pratt and I sat this evening with the Bishop of Clogher, and
      played at ombre for threepences. That, I suppose, is but low with you. I
      found, at coming home, a letter from MD, N.37. I shall not answer it zis
      bout, but will the next. I am sorry for poo poo Ppt. Pray walk hen oo can.
      I have got a terrible new cold before my old one was quite gone, and don't
      know how. Pay. ... (26) I shall have DD's money soon from the Exchequer.
      The Bishop of Dromore is dead now at last. Nite, dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I was at Court to-day, and it was comical to see Lord Abercorn bowing
      to me, but not speaking, and Lord Selkirk the same.(27) I dined with Lord
      Treasurer and his Saturday Club, and sat with him two hours after the rest
      were gone, and spoke freer to him of affairs than I am afraid others do,
      who might do more good. All his friends repine, and shrug their shoulders;
      but will not deal with him so freely as they ought. It is an odd business;
      the Parliament just going to sit, and no employments given. They say they
      will give them in a few days. There is a new bishop made of Hereford;(28)
      so Ossory(29) is disappointed. I hinted so to his friends two months ago,
      to make him leave off deluding himself, and being indiscreet, as he was. I
      have just time to send this, without giving to the bellman. Nite deelest
      richar MD.... dee MD MD MD FW FW FW ME ME ME Lele Lele Lele.
    </p>
    <p>
      My second cold is better now. Lele lele lele lele.
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      LETTER 59.(1)
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      LONDON, Jan. 25, 1712-1713.
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    <p>
      We had such a terrible storm to-day, that, going to Lord Bolingbroke's, I
      saw a hundred tiles fallen down; and one swinger fell about forty yards
      before me, that would have killed a horse: so, after church and Court, I
      walked through the Park, and took a chair to Lord Treasurer's. Next door
      to his house, a tin chimneytop had fallen down, with a hundred bricks. It
      is grown calm this evening. I wonder had you such a wind to-day? I hate it
      as much as any hog does. Lord Treasurer has engaged me to dine again with
      him to-morrow. He has those tricks sometimes of inviting me from day to
      day, which I am forced to break through. My little pamphlet(2) is out:
      'tis not politics. If it takes, I say again you shall hear of it. Nite dee
      logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. This morning I felt a little touch of giddiness, which has disordered
      and weakened me with its ugly remains all this day. Pity Pdfr. After
      dinner at Lord Treasurer's, the French Ambassador, Duke d'Aumont, sent
      Lord Treasurer word that his house was burnt down to the ground. It took
      fire in the upper rooms, while he was at dinner with Monteleon, the
      Spanish Ambassador, and other persons; and soon after Lord Bolingbroke
      came to us with the same story. We are full of speculations upon it, but I
      believe it was the carelessness of his French rascally servants. 'Tis odd
      that this very day Lord Somers, Wharton, Sunderland, Halifax, and the
      whole club of Whig lords, dined at Pontack's(3) in the City, as I received
      private notice. They have some damned design. I tell you another odd
      thing; I was observing it to Lord Treasurer, that he was stabbed on the
      day King William died; and the day I saved his life, by opening the
      bandbox,(4) was King William's birthday. My friend Mr. Lewis has had a lie
      spread on him by the mistake of a man, who went to another of his name, to
      give him thanks for passing his Privy Seal to come from France.(5) That
      other Lewis spread about that the man brought him thanks from Lord Perth
      and Lord Melfort (two lords with the Pretender), for his great services,
      etc. The Lords will examine that t'other Lewis to-morrow in council; and I
      believe you will hear of it in the prints, for I will make Abel Roper give
      a relation of it. Pray tell me if it be necessary to write a little
      plainer; for I looked over a bit of my last letter, and could hardly read
      it. I'll mend my hand, if oo please: but you are more used to it nor I, as
      Mr. Raymond says. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer: this makes four days together; and
      he has invited me again to-morrow, but I absolutely refused him. I was
      this evening at a christening with him of Lord Dupplin's(6) daughter. He
      went away at ten; but they kept me and some others till past twelve; so
      you may be sure 'tis late, as they say. We have now stronger suspicions
      that the Duke d'Aumont's house was set on fire by malice. I was to-day to
      see Lord Keeper, who has quite lost his voice with a cold. There Dr.
      Radcliffe told me that it was the Ambassador's confectioner set the house
      on fire by boiling sugar, and going down and letting it boil over. Yet
      others still think differently; so I know not what to judge. Nite my own
      deelest MD, rove Pdfr.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I was to-day at Court, where the Spanish Ambassador talked to me as if
      he did not suspect any design in burning d'Aumont's house: but Abbe
      Gaultier, Secretary for France here, said quite otherwise; and that
      d'Aumont had a letter the very same day to let him know his house should
      be burnt, and they tell several other circumstances too tedious to write.
      One is, that a fellow mending the tiles just when the fire broke out, saw
      a pot with wildfire(7) in the room. I dined with Lord Orkney. Neither Lord
      Abercorn nor Selkirk will now speak with me. I have disobliged both sides.
      Nite dear MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Our Society met to-day, fourteen of us, and at a tavern. We now
      resolve to meet but once a fortnight, and have a Committee every other
      week of six or seven, to consult about doing some good. I proposed another
      message to Lord Treasurer by three principal members, to give a hundred
      guineas to a certain person, and they are to urge it as well as they can.
      We also raised sixty guineas upon our own Society; but I made them do it
      by sessors,(8) and I was one of them, and we fitted our tax to the several
      estates. The Duke of Ormond pays ten guineas, and I the third part of a
      guinea; at that rate, they may tax as often as they please. Well, but I
      must answer oor rettle, ung oomens: not yet; 'tis rate now, and I can't
      tind it. Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. I have drank Spa waters this two or three days; but they do not pass,
      and make me very giddy. I an't well; faith, I'll take them no more. I
      sauntered after church with the Provost to-day to see a library to be
      sold, and dined at five with Lord Orkney. We still think there was malice
      in burning d'Aumont's house. I hear little Harrison(9) is come over; it
      was he I sent to Utrecht. He is now Queen's Secretary to the Embassy, and
      has brought with him the Barrier Treaty, as it is now corrected by us, and
      yielded to by the Dutch, which was the greatest difficulty to retard the
      peace. I hope he will bring over the peace a month hence, for we will send
      him back as soon as possible. I long to see the little brat, my own
      creature. His pay is in all a thousand pounds a year, and they have never
      paid him a groat, though I have teased their hearts out. He must be three
      or four hundred pounds in debt at least, the brat! Let me go to bed,
      sollahs.&mdash;Nite dee richar MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. Harrison was with me this morning: we talked three hours, and then I
      carried him to Court. When we went down to the door of my lodging, I found
      a coach waited for him. I chid him for it; but he whispered me it was
      impossible to do otherwise; and in the coach he told me he had not one
      farthing in his pocket to pay it; and therefore took the coach for the
      whole day, and intended to borrow money somewhere or other. So there was
      the Queen's Minister entrusted in affairs of the greatest importance,
      without a shilling in his pocket to pay a coach! I paid him while he was
      with me seven guineas, in part of a dozen of shirts he bought me in
      Holland. I presented him to the Duke of Ormond, and several lords at
      Court; and I contrived it so that Lord Treasurer came to me and asked (I
      had Parnell by me) whether that was Dr. Parnell, and came up and spoke to
      him with great kindness, and invited him to his house. I value myself upon
      making the Ministry desire to be acquainted with Parnell, and not Parnell
      with the Ministry. His poem is almost fully corrected, and shall soon be
      out. Here's enough for to-day: only to tell you that I was in the City
      with my printer to alter an Examiner about my friend Lewis's story,(10)
      which will be told with remarks. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      Feb. 1. I could do nothing till to-day about the Examiner, but the printer
      came this morning, and I dictated to him what was fit to be said, and then
      Mr. Lewis came, and corrected it as he would have it; so I was neither at
      church nor Court. The Duke of Ormond and I dined at Lord Orkney's. I left
      them at seven, and sat with Sir Andrew Fountaine, who has a very bad sore
      leg, for which he designs to go to France. Fais, here's a week gone, and
      one side of this letter not finished. Oh, but I write now but once in
      three weeks; iss, fais, this shall go sooner. The Parliament is to sit on
      the third, but will adjourn for three or four days; for the Queen is laid
      up with the gout, and both Speakers out of order, though one of them, the
      Lord Keeper, is almost well. I spoke to the Duke of Ormond a good deal
      about Ireland. We do not altogether agree, nor am I judge enough of Irish
      affairs; but I will speak to Lord Treasurer to-morrow, that we three may
      settle them some way or other. Nite sollahs both, rove Pdfr.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I had a letter some days ago from Moll Gery;(11) her name is now
      Wigmore, and her husband has turned parson. She desires nothing but that I
      would get Lord Keeper to give him a living; but I will send her no answer,
      though she desires it much. She still makes mantuas at Farnham. It rained
      all this day, and Dilly came to me, and was coaching it into the City; so
      I went with him for a shaking, because it would not cost me a farthing.
      There I met my friend Stratford,(12) the merchant, who is going abroad to
      gather up his debts, and be clear in the world. He begged that I would
      dine with some merchant friends of ours there, because it was the last
      time I should see him: so I did, and thought to have seen Lord Treasurer
      in the evening, but he happened to go out at five; so I visited some
      friends, and came home. And now I have the greatest part of your letter to
      answer; and yet I will not do it to-night, say what oo please. The
      Parliament meets to-morrow, but will be prorogued for a fortnight; which
      disappointment will, I believe, vex abundance of them, though they are not
      Whigs; for they are forced to be in town at expense for nothing: but we
      want an answer from Spain, before we are sure of everything being right
      for the peace; and God knows whether we can have that answer this month.
      It is a most ticklish juncture of affairs; we are always driving to an
      inch: I am weary of it. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. The Parliament met, and was prorogued, as I said, and I found some
      cloudy faces, and heard some grumbling. We have got over all our
      difficulties with France, I think. They have now settled all the articles
      of commerce between us and them, wherein they were very much disposed to
      play the rogue if we had not held them to (it); and this business we wait
      from Spain is to prevent some other rogueries of the French, who are
      finding an evasion to trade to the Spanish West Indies; but I hope we
      shall prevent it. I dined with Lord Treasurer, and he was in good humour
      enough. I gave him that part of my book in manuscript to read where his
      character was, and drawn pretty freely. He was reading and correcting it
      with his pencil, when the Bishop of St. David's(13) (now removing to
      Hereford) came in and interrupted us. I left him at eight, and sat till
      twelve with the Provost and Bishop of Clogher at the Provost's. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. I was to-day at Court, but kept out of Lord Treasurer's way, because I
      was engaged to the Duke of Ormond, where I dined, and, I think, ate and
      drank too much. I sat this evening with Lady Masham, and then with Lord
      Masham and Lord Treasurer at Lord Masham's. It was last year, you may
      remember, my constant evening place. I saw Lady Jersey(14) with Lady
      Masham, who has been laying out for my acquaintance, and has forced a
      promise for me to drink chocolate with her in a day or two, which I know
      not whether I shall perform (I have just mended my pen, you see), for I do
      not much like her character; but she is very malicious, and therefore I
      think I must keep fair with her. I cannot send this letter till Saturday
      next, I find; so I will answer oors now. I see no different days of the
      month; yet it is dated January 3: so it was long a coming. I did not write
      to Dr. Coghill that I would have nothing in Ireland, but that I was
      soliciting nothing anywhere, and that is true. I have named Dr. Sterne to
      Lord Treasurer, Lord Bolingbroke, and the Duke of Ormond, for a bishopric,
      and I did it heartily. I know not what will come of it; but I tell you as
      a great secret that I have made the Duke of Ormond promise me to recommend
      nobody till he tells me, and this for some reasons too long to mention. My
      head is still in no good order. I am heartily sorry for poo Ppt, I'm sure.
      Her head is good for...(15) I'll answer more to-mollow. Nite, dearest MD;
      nite dee sollahs, MD.(16)
    </p>
    <p>
      5. I must go on with oo letter. I dined to-day with Sir Andrew Fountaine
      and the Provost, and I played at ombre with him all the afternoon. I won,
      yet Sir Andrew is an admirable player. Lord Pembroke(17) came in, and I
      gave him three or four scurvy Dilly puns, that begin with an IF. Well, but
      oor letter, well, ret me see.&mdash;No; I believe I shall write no more
      this good while, nor publish what I have done. Nauty (?) Ppt, oo are vely
      tempegant. I did not suspect oo would tell Filby.(18) Oo are so... (19)
      Turns and visitations&mdash;what are these? I'll preach and visit as much
      for Mr. Walls. Pray God mend poopt's(20) health; mine is but very
      indifferent. I have left off Spa water; it makes my leg swell. Nite
      deelest MD.
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6. This is the Queen's Birthday, and I never saw it celebrated with so
much luxury and fine clothes. I went to Court to see them, and I dined
with Lord Keeper, where the ladies were fine to admiration. I passed the
evening at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and came home pretty early, to answer oo
rettle again. Pray God keep the Queen. She was very ill about ten days
ago, and had the gout in her stomach. When I came from Lord Keeper's, I
called at Lord Treasurer's, because I heard he was very fine, and
that was a new thing; and it was true, for his coat and waistcoat were
embroidered. I have seen the Provost often since, and never spoke to him
to speak to the Temples about Daniel Carr, nor will; I don't care to do
it. I have writ lately to Parvisol. Oo did well to let him make up his
accounts. All things grow dear in Ireland, but corn to the parsons; for
my livings are fallen much this year by Parvisol's account. Nite dee
logues, MD.

 7.(8)  I was at Court to-day, but saw no Birthday clothes; the great folks
never wear them above once or twice. I dined with Lord Orkney, and sat
the evening with Sir Andrew Fountaine, whose leg is in a very dubious
condition. Pray let me know when DD's money is near due: always let me
know it beforehand. This, I believe, will hardly go till Saturday; for
I tell you what, being not very well, I dare not study much: so I let
company come in a morning, and the afternoon pass in dining and sitting
somewhere. Lord Treasurer is angry if I don't dine with him every second
day, and I cannot part with him till late: he kept me last night till
near twelve. Our weather is constant rain above these two months, which
hinders walking, so that our spring is not like yours. I have not seen
Fanny Manley(21) yet; I cannot find time. I am in rebellion with all my
acquaintance, but I will mend with my health and the weather. Clogher
make a figure! Clogher make a &mdash;&mdash;. Colds! why, we have been all dying
with colds; but now they are a little over, and my second is almost
off. I can do nothing for Swanton indeed. It is a thing impossible, and
wholly out of my way. If he buys, he must buy. So now I have answered oo
rettle; and there's an end of that now; and I'll say no more, but bid oo
nite, dee MD.
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    <p>
      8.(9) It was terrible rainy to-day from morning till night. I intended to
      have dined with Lord Treasurer, but went to see Sir Andrew Fountaine, and
      he kept me to dinner, which saved coach-hire; and I stayed with him all
      the afternoon, and lost thirteen shillings and sixpence at ombre. There
      was management! and Lord Treasurer will chide; but I'll dine with him
      to-morrow. The Bishop of Clogher's daughter has been ill some days,(22)
      and it proves the smallpox. She is very full; but it comes out well, and
      they apprehend no danger. Lady Orkney has given me her picture; a very
      fine original of Sir Godfrey Kneller's; it is now a mending. He has
      favoured her squint admirably; and you know I love a cast in the eye. I
      was to see Lady Worsley(23) to-day, who is just come to town; she is full
      of rheumatic pains. All my acquaintance grow old and sickly. She lodges in
      the very house in King Street, between St. James's Street and St. James's
      Square, where DD's brother bought the sweetbread, when I lodged there, and
      MD came to see me. Short sighs.(24) Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      9.(10) I thought to have dined with Lord Treasurer to-day, but he dined
      abroad at Tom Harley's; so I dined at Lord Masham's, and was winning all I
      had lost playing with Lady Masham at crown picquet, when we went to pools,
      and I lost it again. Lord Treasurer came in to us, and chid me for not
      following him to Tom Harley's. Miss Ashe is still the same, and they think
      her not in danger; my man calls there daily after I am gone out, and tells
      me at night. I was this morning to see Lady Jersey, and we have made
      twenty parties about dining together, and I shall hardly keep one of them.
      She is reduced after all her greatness to seven servants, and a small
      house, and no coach.(25) I like her tolerably as yet. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      10.(11) I made visits this morning to the Duke and Duchess of Ormond, and
      Lady Betty, and the Duchess of Hamilton. (When I was writing this near
      twelve o'clock, the Duchess of Hamilton sent to have me dine with her
      to-morrow. I am forced to give my answer through the door, for my man has
      got the key, and is gone to bed; but I cannot obey her, for our Society
      meets to-morrow.) I stole away from Lord Treasurer by eight, and intended
      to have passed the evening with Sir Thomas Clarges(26) and his lady; but
      met them in another place, and have there sat till now. My head has not
      been ill to-day. I was at Court, and made Lord Mansel walk with me in the
      Park before we went to dinner.&mdash;Yesterday and to-day have been fair,
      but yet it rained all last night. I saw Sterne staring at Court to-day. He
      has been often to see me, he says: but my man has not yet let him up. He
      is in deep mourning; I hope it is not for his wife.(27) I did not ask him.
      Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      12.(28) I have reckoned days wrong all this while; for this is the
      twelfth. I do not know when I lost it. I dined to-day with our Society,
      the greatest dinner I have ever seen. It was at Jack Hill's, the Governor
      of Dunkirk. I gave an account of sixty guineas I had collected, and am to
      give them away to two authors to-morrow; and Lord Treasurer has promised
      us a hundred pounds to reward some others. I found a letter on my table
      last night to tell me that poor little Harrison, the Queen's Secretary,
      that came lately from Utrecht with the Barrier Treaty, was ill, and
      desired to see me at night; but it was late, and I could not go till
      to-day. I have often mentioned him in my letters, you may remember.... I
      went in the morning, and found him mighty ill, and got thirty guineas for
      him from Lord Bolingbroke, and an order for a hundred pounds from the
      Treasury to be paid him to-morrow; and I have got him removed to
      Knightsbridge for air. He has a fever and inflammation on his lungs; but I
      hope will do well. Nite.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I was to see a poor poet, one Mr. Diaper,(29) in a nasty garret, very
      sick. I gave him twenty guineas from Lord Bolingbroke, and disposed the
      other sixty to two other authors, and desired a friend to receive the
      hundred pounds for poor Harrison, and will carry it to him to-morrow
      morning. I sent to see how he did, and he is extremely ill; and I very
      much afflicted for him, for he is my own creature, and in a very
      honourable post, and very worthy of it. I dined in the City. I am in much
      concern for this poor lad. His mother and sister attend him, and he wants
      nothing. Nite poo dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. I took Parnell this morning, and we walked to see poor Harrison. I had
      the hundred pounds in my pocket. I told Parnell I was afraid to knock at
      the door; my mind misgave me. I knocked, and his man in tears told me his
      master was dead an hour before. Think what grief this is to me! I went to
      his mother, and have been ordering things for his funeral with as little
      cost as possible, to-morrow at ten at night. Lord Treasurer was much
      concerned when I told him. I could not dine with Lord Treasurer, nor
      anywhere else; but got a bit of meat toward evening. No loss ever grieved
      me so much: poor creature! Pray God Almighty bless poor MD. Adieu.
    </p>
    <p>
      I send this away to-night, and am sorry it must go while I am in so much
      grief.
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      LETTER 60.(1)
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      LONDON, Feb. 15 (1712-13).
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    <p>
      I dined to-day with Mr. Rowe(2) and a projector, who has been teasing me
      with twenty schemes to get grants; and I don't like one of them; and,
      besides, I was out of humour for the loss of poor Harrison. At ten this
      night I was at his funeral, which I ordered to be as private as possible.
      We had but one coach with four of us; and when it was carrying us home
      after the funeral, the braces broke; and we were forced to sit in it, and
      have it held up, till my man went for chairs,(3) at eleven at night in
      terrible rain. I am come home very melancholy, and will go to bed. Nite...
      MD.(4)
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I dined to-day with Lord Dupplin and some company to divert me; but
      left them early, and have been reading a foolish book for amusement. I
      shall never have courage again to care for making anybody's fortune. The
      Parliament meets to-morrow, and will be prorogued another fortnight, at
      which several of both parties were angry; but it cannot be helped, though
      everything about the peace is past all danger. I never saw such a
      continuance of rainy weather. We have not had two fair days together these
      ten weeks. I have not dined with Lord Treasurer these four days, nor can I
      till Saturday; for I have several engagements till then, and he will chide
      me to some purpose. I am perplexed with this hundred pounds of poor
      Harrison's, what to do with it. I cannot pay his relations till they
      administer, for he is much in debt;(5) but I will have the staff in my own
      hands, and venture nothing. Nite poo dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Lady Jersey and I dined by appointment to-day with Lord Bolingbroke.
      He is sending his brother(6) to succeed Mr.(7) Harrison. It is the
      prettiest post in Europe for a young gentleman. I lose my money at ombre
      sadly; I make a thousand blunders. I play but(8) threepenny ombre; but it
      is what you call running ombre. Lady Clarges,(9) and a drab I hate, won a
      dozen shillings of me last night. The Parliament was prorogued to-day; and
      people grumble; and the good of it is the peace cannot be finished by the
      time they meet, there are so many fiddling things to do. Is Ppt an ombre
      lady yet? You know all the tricks of it now, I suppose. I reckon you have
      all your cards from France, for ours pay sixpence a pack taxes, which goes
      deep to the box. I have given away all my Spa water, and take some nasty
      steel drops, and my head has been better this week past. I send every day
      to see how Miss Ashe does: she is very full, they say, but in no danger. I
      fear she will lose some of her beauty. The son lies out of the house. I
      wish he had them too, while he is so young.&mdash;Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. The Earl of Abingdon(10) has been teasing me these three months to
      dine with him; and this day was appointed about a week ago, and I named my
      company; Lord Stawel,(11) Colonel Disney,(12) and Dr. Arbuthnot; but the
      two last slipped out their necks, and left Stawell and me to dine there.
      We did not dine till seven, because it is Ash Wednesday. We had nothing
      but fish, which Lord Stawell could not eat, and got a broiled leg of a
      turkey. Our wine was poison; yet the puppy has twelve thousand pound a
      year. His carps were raw, and his candles tallow. He(13) shall not catch
      me in haste again, and everybody has laughed at me for dining with him. I
      was to-day to let Harrison's mother know I could not pay till she
      administers; which she will do. I believe she is an old bawd,(14) and her
      daughter a &mdash;&mdash;&mdash;. There were more Whigs to-day at Court
      than Tories. I believe they think the peace must be made, and so come to
      please the Queen. She is still lame with the gout. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I was at Court to-day, to speak to Lord Bolingbroke to look over
      Parnell's poem since it is corrected; and Parnell and I dined with him,
      and he has shown him three or four more places to alter a little. Lady
      Bolingbroke came down to us while we were at dinner, and Parnell stared at
      her as if she were a goddess. I thought she was like Parnell's wife, and
      he thought so too. Parnell is much pleased with Lord Bolingbroke's favour
      to him, and I hope it may one day turn to his advantage. His poem will be
      printed in a few days. Our weather continues as fresh raining as if it had
      not rained at all. I sat to-night at Lady Masham's, where Lord Treasurer
      came and scolded me for not dining with him. I told him I could not till
      Saturday. I have stayed there till past twelve. So nite dee sollahs, nite.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. Lady Jersey, Lady Catherine Hyde,(15) the Spanish Ambassador, the Duke
      d'Atree,(16) another Spaniard, and I, dined to-day by appointment with
      Lord Bolingbroke; but they fell a drinking so many Spanish healths in
      champagne that I stole away to the ladies, and drank tea till eight; and
      then went and lost my money at ombre with Sir Andrew Fountaine, who has a
      very bad leg. Miss Ashe is past all danger; and her eye, which was lately
      bad (I suppose one effect of her distemper), is now better. I do not let
      the Bishop see me, nor shall this good while. Good luck! when I came home,
      I warrant, I found a letter from MD, No.38; and oo write so small
      nowadays, I hope oo poor eyes are better. Well, this shall go to-morrow
      se'nnight, with a bill for MD. I will speak to Mr. Griffin(17) to-morrow
      about Ppt's brother Filby, and desire, whether he deserves or no, that his
      employment may be mended; that is to say, if I can see Griffin; otherwise
      not; and I'll answer oo rettle hen I Pdfr think fit. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Methinks I writ a little saucy last night. I mean the last... (18) I
      saw Griffin at Court. He says he knows nothing of a salt-work at Recton;
      but that he will give Filby a better employment, and desires Filby will
      write to him. If I knew how to write to Filby, I would; but pray do you.
      Bid him make no mention of you; but only let Mr. Griffin know that he has
      the honour to be recommended by Dr. S&mdash;&mdash;, etc.; that he will
      endeavour to deserve, etc.; and if you dictated a whole letter for him, it
      would be better; I hope he can write and spell well. I'll inquire for a
      direction to Griffin before I finish this. I dined with Lord Treasurer and
      seven lords to-day. You know Saturday is his great day, but I sat with
      them alone till eight, and then came home, and have been writing a letter
      to Mrs. Davis, at York. She took care to have a letter delivered for me at
      Lord Treasurer's; for I would not own one she sent by post. She reproaches
      me for not writing to her these four years; and I have honestly told her
      it was my way never to write to those whom I am never likely to see,
      unless I can serve them, which I cannot her, etc. Davis the schoolmaster's
      widow. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I dined to-day at Lord Orkney's, with the Duke of Ormond and Sir
      Thomas Hanmer.(19) Have you ever heard of the latter? He married the
      Duchess of Grafton in his youth (she dined with us too). He is the most
      considerable man in the House of Commons. He went last spring to Flanders,
      with the Duke of Ormond; from thence to France, and was going to Italy;
      but the Ministry sent for him, and he has been come over about ten days.
      He is much out of humour with things: he thinks the peace is kept off too
      long, and is full of fears and doubts. It is thought he is designed for
      Secretary of State, instead of Lord Dartmouth. We have been acquainted
      these two years; and I intend, in a day or two, to have an hour's talk
      with him on affairs. I saw the Bishop of Clogher at Court; Miss is
      recovering. I know not how much she will be marked. The Queen is slowly
      mending of her gout, and intends to be brought in a chair to Parliament
      when it meets, which will be March 3; for I suppose they will prorogue no
      more; yet the peace will not be signed then, and we apprehend the Tories
      themselves will many of them be discontented. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. It was ill weather to-day, and I dined with Sir Andrew Fountaine, and
      in the evening played at ombre with him and the Provost, and won
      twenty-five shillings; so I have recovered myself pretty well. Dilly has
      been dunning me to see Fanny Manley; but I have not yet been able to do
      it. Miss Ashe is now quite out of danger; and hope will not be much
      marked. I cannot tell how to direct to Griffin; and think he lives in Bury
      Street, near St. James's Street, hard by me; but I suppose your brother
      may direct to him to the Salt Office, and, as I remember, he knows his
      Christian name, because he sent it me in the list of the Commissioners.
      Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I walked this morning to Chelsea, to see Dr. Atterbury, Dean of Christ
      Church. I had business with him about entering Mr. Fitzmaurice,(20) my
      Lord Kerry's son, into his College; and Lady Kerry(21) is a great
      favourite of mine. Lord Harley, Lord Dupplin, young Bromley(22) the
      Speaker's son, and I, dined with Dr. Stratford(23) and some other
      clergymen; but I left them at seven to go to Lady Jersey, to see Monteleon
      the Spanish Ambassador play at ombre. Lady Jersey was abroad, and I chid
      the servants, and made a rattle; but since I came home she sent me a
      message that I was mistaken, and that the meeting is to be to-morrow. I
      have a worse memory than when I left you, and every day forget
      appointments; but here my memory was by chance too good. But I'll go
      to-morrow; for Lady Catherine Hyde and Lady Bolingbroke are to be there by
      appointment, and I listed(24) up my periwig, and all, to make a figure.
      Well, who can help it? Not I, vow to...!(25) Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Lord Treasurer met me last night at Lord Masham's, and thanked me for
      my company in a jeer, because I had not dined with him in three days. He
      chides me if I stay away but two days together. What will this come to?
      Nothing. My grandmother used to say, "More of your lining, and less of
      your dining." However, I dined with him, and could hardly leave him at
      eight, to go to Lady Jersey's, where five or six foreign Ministers were,
      and as many ladies. Monteleon played like the English, and cried "gacco,"
      and knocked his knuckles for trump, and played at small games like Ppt.
      Lady Jersey whispered me to stay and sup with the ladies when the fellows
      were gone; but they played till eleven, and I would not stay. I think this
      letter must go on Saturday; that's certain; and it is not half full yet.
      Lady Catherine Hyde had a mighty mind I should be acquainted with Lady
      Dalkeith,(26) her sister, the Duke of Monmouth's eldest son's widow, who
      was of the company to-night; but I did not like her; she paints too much.
      Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. This day our Society met at the Duke of Ormond's, but I had business
      that called me another way; so I sent my excuses, and dined privately with
      a friend. Besides, Sir Thomas Hanmer whispered me last night at Lady
      Jersey's that I must attend Lord Treasurer and Duke of Ormond at supper at
      his house to-night; which I did at eleven, and stayed till one, so oo may
      be sure 'tis late enough. There was the Duchess of Grafton, and the Duke
      her son; nine of us in all. The Duke of Ormond chid me for not being at
      the Society to-day, and said sixteen were there. I said I never knew
      sixteen people good company in my life; no, fais, nor eight either. We
      have no news in this town at all. I wonder why I don't write you news. I
      know less of what passes than anybody, because I go to(27) no
      coffee-house, nor see any but Ministers, and such people; and Ministers
      never talk politics in conversation. The Whigs are forming great schemes
      against the meeting of Parliament, which will be next Tuesday, I still
      think, without fail; and we hope to hear by then that the peace is ready
      to sign. The Queen's gout mends daily. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. I passed a very insipid day, and dined privately with a friend in the
      neighbourhood. Did I tell you that I have a very fine picture of Lady
      Orkney,(28) an original, by Sir Godfrey Kneller, three-quarters length? I
      have it now at home, with a fine frame. Lord Bolingbroke and Lady Masham
      have promised to sit for me; but I despair of Lord Treasurer; only I hope
      he will give me a copy, and then I shall have all the pictures of those I
      really love here; just half a dozen; only I'll make Lord Keeper give me
      his print in a frame. This letter must go to-morrow, because of sending ME
      a bill; else it should not till next week, I assure oo. I have little to
      do now with my pen; for my grand business stops till they are more
      pressing, and till something or other happens; and I believe I shall
      return with disgust to finish it, it is so very laborious. Sir Thomas
      Hanmer has my papers now. And hat is MD doing now? Oh, at ombre with the
      Dean always on Friday night, with Mrs. Walls. Pray don't play at small
      games. I stood by, t'other night, while the Duke d'Atree(29) lost six
      times with manilio, basto, and three small trumps; and Lady Jersey won
      above twenty pounds. Nite dee richar(30) MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I was at Court to-day, when the Abbe Gaultier whispered me that a
      courier was just come with an account that the French King had consented
      to all the Queen's demands, and his consent was carried to Utrecht, and
      the peace will be signed in a few days. I suppose the general peace cannot
      be so soon ready; but that is no matter. The news presently ran about the
      Court. I saw the Queen carried out in her chair, to take the air in the
      garden. I met Griffin at Court, and he told me that orders were sent to
      examine Filby; and, if he be fit, to make him (I think he called it) an
      assistant; I don't know what, Supervisor, I think; but it is some
      employment a good deal better than his own. The Parliament will have
      another short prorogation, though it is not known yet. I dined with Lord
      Treasurer and his Saturday company, and left him at eight to put this in
      the post-office time enough. And now I must bid oo farewell, deelest
      richar Ppt. God bless oo ever, and rove Pdfr. Farewell MD MD MD FW FW FW
      FW ME ME ME Lele Lele.
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      LETTER 61.(1)
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      LONDON, March 1, 1712-13.
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    <p>
      'Tis out of my head whether I answered all your letter in my last
      yesterday or no. I think I was in haste, and could not: but now I see I
      answered a good deal of it; no, only about your brother, and ME's bill. I
      dined with Lady Orkney, and we talked politics till eleven at night; and,
      as usual, found everything wrong, and put ourselves out of humour. Yes, I
      have Lady Giffard's picture sent me by your mother. It is boxed up at a
      place where my other things are. I have goods in two or three places; and
      when I leave a lodging, I box up the books I get (for I always get some),
      and come naked into a new lodging; and so on. Talk not to me of deaneries;
      I know less of that than ever by much. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I went to-day into the City to see Pat Rolt,(2) who lodges with a City
      cousin, a daughter of coz Cleve; (you are much the wiser). I had never
      been at her house before. My he-coz Thompson the butcher is dead, or
      dying. I dined with my printer, and walked home, and went to sit with Lady
      Clarges. I found four of them at whist; Lady Godolphin(3) was one. I sat
      by her, and talked of her cards, etc., but she would not give me one look,
      nor say a word to me. She refused some time ago to be acquainted with me.
      You know she is Lord Marlborough's eldest daughter. She is a fool for her
      pains, and I'll pull her down. What can I do for Dr. Smith's daughter's
      husband? I have no personal credit with any of the Commissioners. I'll
      speak to Keatley;(4) but I believe it will signify nothing. In the Customs
      people must rise by degrees, and he must at first take what is very low,
      if he be qualified for that. Ppt mistakes me; I am not angry at your
      recommending anyone to me, provided you will take my answer. Some things
      are in my way, and then I serve those I can. But people will not
      distinguish, but take things ill, when I have no power; but Ppt is wiser.
      And employments in general are very hard to be got. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I dined to-day with Lord Treasurer, who chid me for my absence, which
      was only from Saturday last. The Parliament was again prorogued for a
      week, and I suppose the peace will be ready by then, and the Queen will be
      able to be brought to the House, and make her speech. I saw Dr.
      Griffith(5) two or three months ago, at a Latin play at Westminster; but
      did not speak to him. I hope he will not die; I should be sorry for Ppt's
      sake; he is very tender of her. I have long lost all my colds, and the
      weather mends a little. I take some steel drops, and my head is pretty
      well. I walk when I can, but am grown very idle; and, not finishing my
      thing, I gamble(6) abroad and play at ombre. I shall be more careful in my
      physic than Mrs. Price: 'tis not a farthing matter her death, I think; and
      so I say no more to-night, but will read a dull book, and go sleep. Nite
      dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. Mr. Ford has been this half-year inviting me to dine at his lodgings:
      so I did to-day, and brought the Provost and Dr. Parnell with me, and my
      friend Lewis was there. Parnell went away, and the other three played at
      ombre, and I looked on; which I love, and would not play. Tisdall is a
      pretty fellow, as you say; and when I come back to Ireland with nothing,
      he will condole with me with abundance of secret pleasure. I believe I
      told you what he wrote to me, that I have saved England, and he
      Ireland;(7) but I can bear that. I have learned to hear and see, and say
      nothing. I was to see the Duchess of Hamilton to-day, and met Blith(8) of
      Ireland just going out of her house into his coach. I asked her how she
      came to receive young fellows. It seems he had a ball in the Duke of
      Hamilton's house when the Duke died; and the Duchess got an advertisement
      put in the Postboy,(9) reflecting on the ball, because the Marlborough
      daughters(10) were there; and Blith came to beg the Duchess's pardon, and
      clear himself. He's a sad dog. Nite poo dee deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Lady Masham has miscarried; but is well almost again. I have many
      visits to-day. I met Blith at the Duke of Ormond's; and he begged me to
      carry him to the Duchess of Hamilton, to beg her pardon again. I did on
      purpose to see how the blunderbuss behaved himself; but I begged the
      Duchess to use him mercifully, for she is the devil of a teaser. The good
      of it is, she ought to beg his pardon, for he meant no harm; yet she would
      not allow him to put in an advertisement to clear himself from hers,
      though hers was all a lie. He appealed to me, and I gravely gave it
      against him. I was at Court to-day, and the foreign Ministers have got a
      trick of employing me to speak for them to Lord Treasurer and Lord
      Bolingbroke; which I do when the case is reasonable. The College(11) need
      not fear; I will not be their Governor. I dined with Sir Thomas Hanmer and
      his Duchess.(12) The Duke of Ormond was there, but we parted soon, and I
      went to visit Lord Pembroke for the first time; but it was to see some
      curious books. Lord Cholmondeley(13) came in; but I would not talk to him,
      though he made many advances. I hate the scoundrel for all he is your
      Griffith's friend.&mdash;Yes, yes, I am abused enough, if that be all.
      Nite sollahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I was to-day at an auction of pictures with Pratt,(14) and laid out two
      pound five shillings for a picture of Titian, and if it were a Titian it
      would be worth twice as many pounds. If I am cheated, I'll part with it to
      Lord Masham: if it be a bargain, I'll keep it to myself. That's my
      conscience. But I made Pratt buy several pictures for Lord Masham. Pratt
      is a great virtuoso that way. I dined with Lord Treasurer, but made him go
      to Court at eight. I always tease him to be gone. I thought to have made
      Parnell dine with him, but he was ill; his head is out of order like mine,
      but more constant, poor boy!&mdash;I was at Lord Treasurer's levee with
      the Provost, to ask a book for the College.&mdash;I never go to his levee,
      unless to present somebody. For all oor rallying, saucy(15) Ppt, as hope
      saved, I expected they would have decided about me long ago; and as hope
      saved, as soon as ever things are given away and I not provided for, I
      will be gone with the very first opportunity, and put up bag and baggage.
      But people are slower than can be thought. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Yes, I hope Leigh will soon be gone, a p&mdash; on him! I met him once,
      and he talked gravely to me of not seeing the Irish bishops here, and the
      Irish gentlemen; but I believe my answers fretted him enough. I would not
      dine with Lord Treasurer to-day, though it was Saturday (for he has
      engaged me for to-morrow), but went and dined with Lord Masham, and played
      at ombre, sixpenny running ombre, for three hours. There were three
      voles(16) against me, and I was once a great loser, but came off for three
      shillings and sixpence. One may easily lose five guineas at it. Lady
      Orkney is gone out of town to-day, and I could not see her for laziness,
      but writ to her. She has left me some physic. Fais, I never knew MD's
      politics before, and I think it pretty extraordinary, and a great
      compliment to you, and I believe never three people conversed so much with
      so little politics. I avoid all conversation with the other party; it is
      not to be borne, and I am sorry for it. O yes, things (are) very dear. DD
      must come in at last with DD's two eggs a penny. There the proverb was
      well applied. Parvisol has sent me a bill of fifty pounds, as I ordered
      him, which, I hope, will serve me, and bring me over. Pray God MD does not
      be delayed for it; but I have had very little from him this long time. I
      was not at Court to-day; a wonder! Nite sollahs... Pdfr.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Oo must know, I give chocolate almost every day to two or three people
      that I suffer to come to see me in a morning. My man begins to lie pretty
      well. 'Tis nothing for people to be denied ten times. My man knows all I
      will see, and denies me to everybody else. This is the day of the Queen's
      coming to the Crown, and the day Lord Treasurer was stabbed by Guiscard. I
      was at Court, where everybody had their Birthday clothes on, and I dined
      with Lord Treasurer, who was very fine. He showed me some of the Queen's
      speech, which I corrected in several places, and penned the vote of
      address of thanks for the speech; but I was of opinion the House should
      not sit on Tuesday next, unless they hear the peace is signed; that is,
      provided they are sure it will be signed the week after, and so have one
      scolding for all. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Lord Treasurer would have had me dine with him to-day; he desired me
      last night, but I refused, because he would not keep the day of his
      stabbing with all the Cabinet, as he intended: so I dined with my friend
      Lewis; and the Provost and Parnell, and Ford, was with us. I lost sixteen
      shillings at ombre; I don't like it, as etc. At night Lewis brought us
      word that the Parliament does not sit to-morrow. I hope they are sure of
      the peace by next week, and then they are right in my opinion: otherwise I
      think they have done wrong, and might have sat three weeks ago. People
      will grumble; but Lord Treasurer cares not a rush. Lord Keeper is suddenly
      taken ill of a quinsy, and some lords are commissioned, I think Lord
      Trevor,(17) to prorogue the Parliament in his stead. You never saw a town
      so full of ferment and expectation. Mr. Pope has published a fine poem,
      called Windsor Forest.(18) Read it. Nite.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I was early this morning to see Lord Bolingbroke. I find he was of
      opinion the Parliament should sit; and says they are not sure the peace
      will be signed next week. The prorogation is to this day se'nnight. I went
      to look on a library I am going to buy, if we can agree. I have offered a
      hundred and twenty pounds, and will give ten more. Lord Bolingbroke will
      lend me the money. I was two hours poring on the books. I will sell some
      of them, and keep the rest; but I doubt they won't take the money. I dined
      in the City, and sat an hour in the evening with Lord Treasurer, who was
      in very good humour; but reproached me for not dining with him yesterday
      and to-day. What will all this come to? Lord Keeper had a pretty good
      night, and is better. I was in pain for him. How do oo do sollahs?... Nite
      MD.(19)
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I was this morning to visit the Duke and Duchess of Ormond, and the
      Duchess of Hamilton, and went with the Provost to an auction of pictures,
      and laid out fourteen shillings. I am in for it, if I had money; but I
      doubt I shall be undone; for Sir Andrew Fountaine invited the Provost and
      me to dine with him, and play at ombre, when I fairly lost fourteen
      shillings. Fais, it won't do; and I shall be out of conceit with play this
      good while. I am come home; and it is late, and my puppy let out my fire,
      and I am gone to bed and writing there, and it is past twelve a good
      while. Went out four matadores and a trump in black, and was bested. Vely
      bad, fais! Nite my deelest logues MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I was at another auction of pictures to-day, and a great auction it
      was. I made Lord Masham lay out forty pounds. There were pictures sold of
      twice as much value apiece. Our Society met to-day at the Duke of
      Beaufort's: a prodigious fine dinner, which I hate; but we did some
      business. Our printer was to attend us, as usual; and the Chancellor of
      the Exchequer sent the author of the Examiner(20) twenty guineas. He is an
      ingenious fellow, but the most confounded vain coxcomb in the world, so
      that I dare not let him see me, nor am acquainted with him. I had much
      discourse with the Duke of Ormond this morning, and am driving some points
      to secure us all in case of accidents, etc.(21) I left the Society at
      seven. I can't drink now at all with any pleasure. I love white Portugal
      wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar
      appetite. I remember Ppt used to maunder, when I came from a great dinner,
      and DD had but a bit of mutton. I cannot endure above one dish; nor ever
      could since I was a boy, and loved stuffing. It was a fine day, which is a
      rarity with us, I assure (you). Never fair two days together. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. I had a rabble of Irish parsons this morning drinking my chocolate. I
      cannot remember appointments. I was to have supped last night with the
      Swedish Envoy at his house, and some other company, but forgot it; and he
      rallied me to-day at Lord Bolingbroke's, who excused me, saying, the Envoy
      ought not to be angry, because I serve Lord Treasurer and him the same
      way. For that reason, I very seldom promise to go anywhere. I dined with
      Lord Treasurer, who chid me for being absent so long, as he always does if
      I miss a day. I sat three hours this evening with Lady Jersey; but the
      first two hours she was at ombre with some company. I left Lord Treasurer
      at eight: I fancied he was a little thoughtful, for he was playing with an
      orange by fits, which, I told him, among common men looked like the
      spleen. This letter shall not go to-morrow; no haste, ung oomens; nothing
      that presses. I promised but once in three weeks, and I am better than my
      word. I wish the peace may be ready, I mean that we have notice it is
      signed, before Tuesday; otherwise the grumbling will much increase. Nite
      logues.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. It was a lovely day this, and I took the advantage of walking a good
      deal in the Park, before I went to Court. Colonel Disney, one of our
      Society, is ill of a fever, and, we fear, in great danger. We all love him
      mightily, and he would be a great loss. I doubt I shall not buy the
      library; for a roguey bookseller has offered sixty pounds more than I
      designed to give; so you see I meant to have a good bargain. I dined with
      Lord Treasurer and his Saturday company; but there were but seven at
      table. Lord Peterborrow is ill, and spits blood, with a bruise he got
      before he left England; but, I believe, an Italian lady he has brought
      over is the cause that his illness returns. You know old Lady Bellasis(22)
      is dead at last? She has left Lord Berkeley of Stratton(23) one of her
      executors, and it will be of great advantage to him; they say above ten
      thousand pounds. I stayed with Lord Treasurer upon business, after the
      company was gone; but I dare not tell you upon what. My letters would be
      good memoirs, if I durst venture to say a thousand things that pass; but I
      hear so much of letters opening at your post-office that I am fearful,
      etc., and so good-nite, sollahs, rove Pdfr, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Lord Treasurer engaged me to dine with him again to-day, and I had
      ready what he wanted; but he would not see it, but put me off till
      to-morrow. The Queen goes to chapel now. She is carried in an open chair,
      and will be well enough to go to Parliament on Tuesday, if the Houses
      meet, which is not yet certain; neither, indeed, can the Ministers
      themselves tell; for it depends on winds and weather, and circumstances of
      negotiation. However, we go on as if it was certainly to meet; and I am to
      be at Lord Treasurer's to-morrow, upon that supposition, to settle some
      things relating that way. Ppt(24) may understand me. The doctors tell me
      that if poor Colonel Disney does not get some sleep to-night, he must die.
      What care you? Ah! but I do care. He is one of our Society; a fellow of
      abundance of humour; an old battered rake, but very honest, not an old
      man, but an old rake. It was he that said of Jenny Kingdom,(25) the maid
      of honour, who is a little old, that, since she could not get a husband,
      the Queen should give her a brevet to act as a married woman. You don't
      understand this. They give brevets to majors and captains to act as
      colonels in the army. Brevets are commissions. Ask soldiers, dull sollahs.
      Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I was at Lord Treasurer's before he came; and, as he entered, he told
      me the Parliament was prorogued till Thursday se'nnight. They have had
      some expresses, by which they count that the peace may be signed by that
      time; at least, that France, Holland, and we, will sign some articles, by
      which we shall engage to sign the peace when it is ready: but Spain has no
      Minister there; for Monteleon, who is to be their Ambassador at Utrecht,
      is not yet gone from hence; and till he is there, the Spaniards can sign
      no peace: and (of) one thing take notice, that a general peace can hardly
      be finished these two months, so as to be proclaimed here; for, after
      signing, it must be ratified; that is, confirmed by the several princes at
      their Courts, which to Spain will cost a month; for we must have notice
      that it is ratified in all Courts before we can proclaim it. So be not in
      too much haste. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. The Irish folks were disappointed that the Parliament did not meet
      to-day, because it was St. Patrick's Day; and the Mall was so full of
      crosses that I thought all the world was Irish. Miss Ashe is almost quite
      well, and I see the Bishop, but shall not yet go to his house. I dined
      again with Lord Treasurer; but the Parliament being prorogued, I must keep
      what I have till next week: for I believe he will not see it till just the
      evening before the session. He has engaged me to dine with him again
      to-morrow, though I did all I could to put it off; but I don't care to
      disoblige him. Nite dee sollahs 'tis late. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. I have now dined six days successively with Lord Treasurer; but
      to-night I stole away while he was talking with somebody else, and so am
      at liberty to-morrow. There was a flying report of a general cessation of
      arms: everybody had it at Court; but, I believe, there is nothing in it. I
      asked a certain French Minister how things went. And he whispered me in
      French, "Your Plenipotentiaries and ours play the fool." None of us,
      indeed, approve of the conduct of either at this time; but Lord Treasurer
      was in full good-humour for all that. He had invited a good many of his
      relations; and, of a dozen at table, they were all of the Harley family
      but myself. Disney is recovering, though you don't care a straw. Dilly
      murders us with his IF puns. You know them.... (26) Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. The Bishop of Clogher has made an IF pun that he is mighty proud of,
      and designs to send it over to his brother Tom. But Sir Andrew Fountaine
      has wrote to Tom Ashe last post, and told him the pun, and desired him to
      send it over to the Bishop as his own; and, if it succeeds, 'twill be a
      pure bite. The Bishop will tell it us as a wonder that he and his brother
      should jump so exactly. I'll tell you the pun:&mdash;If there was a
      hackney coach at Mr. Pooley's(27) door, what town in Egypt would it be?
      Why, it would be Hecatompolis; Hack at Tom Pooley's. "Sillly," says Ppt. I
      dined with a private friend to-day; for our Society, I told you, meet but
      once a fortnight. I have not seen Fanny Manley yet; I can't help it. Lady
      Orkney is come to town: why, she was at her country house; hat(28) care
      you? Nite darling (?) dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. Dilly read me a letter to-day from Ppt. She seems to have scratched
      her head when she writ it. 'Tis a sad thing to write to people without
      tact. There you say, you hear I was going to Bath. No such thing; I am
      pretty well, I thank God. The town is now sending me to Savoy.(29) Forty
      people have given me joy of it, yet there is not the least truth that I
      know in it. I was at an auction of pictures, but bought none. I was so
      glad of my liberty, that I would dine nowhere; but, the weather being
      fine, I sauntered into the City, and ate a bit about five, and then supped
      at Mr. Burke's(30) your Accountant-General, who had been engaging me this
      month. The Bishop of Clogher was to have been there, but was hindered by
      Lord Paget's(31) funeral. The Provost and I sat till one o'clock; and, if
      that be not late, I don't know what is late. Parnell's poem will be
      published on Monday, and to-morrow I design he shall present it to Lord
      Treasurer and Lord Bolingbroke at Court. The poor lad is almost always out
      of order with his head. Burke's wife is his sister. She has a little of
      the pert Irish way. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. Morning. I will now finish my letter; for company will come, and a
      stir, and a clutter; and I'll keep the letter in my pottick,(32) and give
      it into the post myself. I must go to Court, and you know on Saturdays I
      dine with Lord Treasurer, of course. Farewell, deelest MD MD MD, FW FW FW,
      MD ME ME ME Lele sollahs.(33)
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      LETTER 62.(1)
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      LONDON, March 21, 1712-13.
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    <p>
      I gave your letter in this night. I dined with Lord Treasurer to-day, and
      find he has been at a meeting at Lord Halifax's house, with four principal
      Whigs; but he is resolved to begin a speech against them when the
      Parliament sits; and I have begged that the Ministers may have a meeting
      on purpose to settle that matter, and let us be the attackers; and I
      believe it will come to something, for the Whigs intend to attack the
      Ministers: and if, instead of that, the Ministers attack the Whigs, it
      will be better: and farther, I believe we shall attack them on those very
      points they intend to attack us. The Parliament will be again prorogued
      for a fortnight, because of Passion Week. I forgot to tell you that Mr.
      Griffin has given Ppt's brother(2) a new employment, about ten pounds a
      year better than his former; but more remote, and consequently cheaper. I
      wish I could have done better, and hope oo will take what can be done in
      good part, and that oo brother will not dislike it.&mdash;Nite own dear...
      MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. I dined to-day with Lord Steward.(3) There Frank Annesley(4) (a
      Parliament-man) told me he had heard that I had wrote to my friends in
      Ireland to keep firm to the Whig interest; for that Lord Treasurer would
      certainly declare for it after the peace. Annesley said twenty people had
      told him this. You must know this is what they endeavour to report of Lord
      Treasurer, that he designs to declare for the Whigs; and a Scotch fellow
      has wrote the same to Scotland; and his meeting with those lords gives
      occasion to such reports. Let me henceforth call Lord Treasurer Eltee,
      because possibly my letters may be opened. Pray remember Eltee. You know
      the reason; L.T. and Eltee pronounced the same way. Stay, 'tis five weeks
      since I had a letter from MD. I allow you six. You see why I cannot come
      over the beginning of April; whoever has to do with this Ministry can fix
      no time: but as(5) hope saved, it is not Pdfr's fault. Pay don't blame poo
      Pdfr. Nite deelest logues MD.(6)
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I dined to-day at Sir Thomas Hanmer's, by an old appointment: there
      was the Duke of Ormond, and Lord and Lady Orkney. I left them at six.
      Everybody is as sour as vinegar. I endeavour to keep a firm friendship
      between the Duke of Ormond and Eltee. (Oo know who Eltee is, or have oo
      fordot already?) I have great designs, if I can compass them; but delay is
      rooted in Eltee's heart; yet the fault is not altogether there, that
      things are no better. Here is the cursedest libel in verse come out that
      ever was seen, called The Ambassadress;(7) it is very dull, too; it has
      been printed three or four different ways, and is handed about, but not
      sold. It abuses the Queen horribly. The Examiner has cleared me to-day of
      being author of his paper, and done it with great civilities to me.(8) I
      hope it will stop people's mouths; if not, they must go on and be hanged,
      I care not. 'Tis terribly rainy weather, I'll go sleep. Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. It rained all this day, and ruined me in coach-hire. I went to Colonel
      Disney, who is past danger. Then I visited Lord Keeper, who was at dinner;
      but I would not dine with him, but drove to Lord Treasurer (Eltee I mean),
      paid the coachman, and went in; but he dined abroad: so I was forced to
      call the coachman again, and went to Lord Bolingbroke's. He dined abroad
      too; and at Lord Dupplin's I alighted, and by good luck got a dinner
      there, and then went to the Latin play at Westminster School, acted by the
      boys; and Lord Treasurer (Eltee I mean again) honoured them with his
      presence. Lady Masham's eldest son, about two years old, is ill, and I am
      afraid will not live: she is full of grief, and I pity and am angry with
      her. Four shillings to-day in coach-hire; fais, it won't do. Our peace
      will certainly be ready by Thursday fortnight; but our Plenipotentiaries
      were to blame that it was not done already. They thought their powers were
      not full enough to sign the peace, unless every Prince was ready, which
      cannot yet be; for Spain has no Minister yet at Utrecht; but now ours have
      new orders. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Weather worse than ever; terrible rain all day, but I was resolved I
      would spend no more money. I went to an auction of pictures with Dr.
      Pratt, and there met the Duke of Beaufort, who promised to come with me to
      Court, but did not. So a coach I got, and went to Court, and did some
      little business there, but was forced to go home; for oo must understand I
      take a little physic over-night, which works me next day. Lady Orkney is
      my physician. It is hiera picra,(9) two spoonfuls, devilish stuff! I
      thought to have dined with Eltee, but would not, merely to save a
      shilling; but I dined privately with a friend, and played at ombre, and
      won six shillings. Here are several people of quality lately dead of the
      smallpox. I have not yet seen Miss Ashe, but hear she is well. The Bishop
      of Clogher has bought abundance of pictures, and Dr. Pratt has got him
      very good pennyworths.(10) I can get no walks, the weather is so bad. Is
      it so with oo, sollahs?... (11)
    </p>
    <p>
      26. Though it was shaving-day, head and beard, yet I was out early to see
      Lord Bolingbroke, and talk over affairs with him; and then I went to the
      Duke of Ormond's, and so to Court, where the Ministers did not come,
      because the Parliament was prorogued till this day fortnight. We had
      terrible rain and hail to-day. Our Society met this day, but I left them
      before seven, and went to Sir A(ndrew) F(ountaine), and played at ombre
      with him and Sir Thomas Clarges, till ten, and then went to Sir Thomas
      Hanmer. His wife, the Duchess of Grafton, left us after a little while,
      and I stayed with him about an hour, upon some affairs, etc. Lord
      Bolingbroke left us at the Society before I went; for there is an express
      from Utrecht, but I know not yet what it contains; only I know the
      Ministers expect the peace will be signed in a week, which is a week
      before the session. Nite, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Parnell's poem is mightily esteemed; but poetry sells ill. I am
      plagued with that... (12) poor Harrison's mother; you would laugh to see
      how cautious I am of paying her the 100 pounds I received for her son from
      the Treasury. I have asked every creature I know whether I may do it
      safely, yet durst not venture, till my Lord Keeper assured me there was no
      danger. I have not paid her, but will in a day or two: though I have a
      great mind to stay till Ppt sends me her opinion, because Ppt is a great
      lawyer. I dined to-day with a mixture of people at a Scotchman's, who made
      the invitation to Mr. Lewis and me, and has some design upon us, which we
      know very well. I went afterwards to see a famous moving picture,(13) and
      I never saw anything so pretty. You see a sea ten miles wide, a town on
      t'other end, and ships sailing in the sea, and discharging their cannon.
      You see a great sky, with moon and stars, etc. I'm a fool. Nite, dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      28. I had a mighty levee to-day. I deny myself to everybody, except about
      half a dozen, and they were all here, and Mr. Addison was one, and I had
      chocolate twice, which I don't like. Our rainy weather continues.
      Coach-hire goes deep. I dined with Eltee and his Saturday company, as
      usual, and could not get away till nine. Lord Peterborow was making long
      harangues, and Eltee kept me in spite. Then I went to see the Bishop of
      Ossory, who had engaged me in the morning; he is going to Ireland. The
      Bishop of Killaloe(14) and Tom Leigh was with us. The latter had wholly
      changed his style, by seeing how the bishops behaved themselves, and he
      seemed to think me one of more importance than I really am. I put the ill
      conduct of the bishops about the First-Fruits, with relation to Eltee and
      me, strongly upon Killaloe, and showed how it had hindered me from getting
      a better thing for them, called the Crown rents, which the Queen had
      promised. He had nothing to say, but was humble, and desired my interest
      in that and some other things. This letter is half done in a week: I
      believe oo will have it next. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. I have been employed in endeavouring to save one of your junior
      Fellows,(15) who came over here for a dispensation from taking orders,
      and, in soliciting it, has run out his time, and now his fellowship is
      void, if the College pleases, unless the Queen suspends the execution, and
      gives him time to take orders. I spoke to all the Ministers yesterday
      about it; but they say the Queen is angry, and thought it was a trick to
      deceive her; and she is positive, and so the man must be ruined, for I
      cannot help him. I never saw him in my life; but the case was so hard, I
      could not forbear interposing. Your Government recommended him to the Duke
      of Ormond, and he thought they would grant it; and by the time it was
      refused, the fellowship by rigour is forfeited. I dined with Dr. Arbuthnot
      (one of my brothers) at his lodgings in Chelsea, and was there at chapel;
      and the altar put me in mind of Tisdall's outlandish would(16) at your
      hospital for the soldiers. I was not at Court to-day, and I hear the Queen
      was not at church. Perhaps the gout has seized her again. Terrible rain
      all day. Have oo such weather? Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      30. Morning. I was naming some time ago, to a certain person, another
      certain person, that was very deserving, and poor and sickly; and t'other,
      that first certain person, gave me a hundred pounds to give the other,
      which I have not yet done. The person who is to have it never saw the
      giver, nor expects one farthing, nor has the least knowledge or
      imagination of it; so I believe it will be a very agreeable surprise; for
      I think it is a handsome present enough. At night I dined in the City, at
      Pontack's,(17) with Lord Dupplin, and some others. We were treated by one
      Colonel Cleland,(18) who has a mind to be Governor of Barbados, and is
      laying these long traps for me and others, to engage our interests for
      him. He is a true Scotchman. I paid the hundred pounds this evening, and
      it was an agreeable surprise to the receiver. We reckon the peace is now
      signed, and that we shall have it in three days. I believe it is pretty
      sure. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. I thought to-day on Ppt when she told me she suppose(d) I was
      acquainted with the steward, when I was giving myself airs of being at
      some lord's house. Sir Andrew Fountaine invited the Bishop of Clogher and
      me, and some others, to dine where he did; and he carried us to the Duke
      of Kent's,(19) who was gone out of town; but the steward treated us nobly,
      and showed us the fine pictures, etc. I have not yet seen Miss Ashe. I
      wait till she has been abroad, and taken the air. This evening Lady
      Masham, Dr. Arbuthnot, and I, were contriving a lie for to-morrow, that
      Mr. Noble,(20) who was hanged last Saturday, was recovered by his friends,
      and then seized again by the sheriff, and is now in a messenger's hands at
      the Black Swan in Holborn. We are all to send to our friends, to know
      whether they have heard anything of it, and so we hope it will spread.
      However, we shall do our endeavours; nothing shall be wanting on our
      parts, and leave the rest to fortune. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      April 1. We had no success in our story, though I sent my man to several
      houses, to inquire among the footmen, without letting him into the secret;
      but I doubt my colleagues did not contribute as they ought. Parnell and I
      dined with Darteneuf(21) to-day. You have heard of Darteneuf: I have told
      you of Darteneuf. After dinner we all went to Lord Bolingbroke's, who had
      desired me to dine with him; but I would not, because I heard it was to
      look over a dull poem of one parson Trapp(22) upon the peace. The Swedish
      Envoy told me to-day at Court that he was in great apprehensions about his
      master;(23) and indeed we are afraid that prince has(24) died among those
      Turkish dogs. I prevailed on Lord Bolingbroke to invite Mr. Addison to
      dine with him on Good Friday. I suppose we shall be mighty mannerly.
      Addison is to have a play of his acted on Friday in Easter Week: 'tis a
      tragedy, called Cato; I saw it unfinished some years ago.(25) Did I tell
      you that Steele has begun a new daily paper, called the Guardian?(26) they
      say good for nothing. I have not seen it. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      2. I was this morning with Lord Bolingbroke, and he tells me a Spanish
      courier is just come, with the news that the King of Spain has agreed to
      everything that the Queen desires; and the Duke d'Ossuna has left Paris in
      order to his journey to Utrecht. I was prevailed on to come home with
      Trapp, and read his poem and correct it; but it was good for nothing.
      While I was thus employed, Sir Thomas Hanmer came up to my chamber, and
      balked me of a journey he and I intended this week to Lord Orkney's at
      Cliffden;(27) but he is not well, and his physician will not let him
      undertake such a journey. I intended to dine with Lord Treasurer; but
      going to see Colonel Disney, who lives with General Withers,(28) I liked
      the General's little dinner so well, that I stayed and took share of it,
      and did not go to Lord Treasurer till six, where I found Dr. Sacheverell,
      who told us that the bookseller had given him 100 pounds for his
      sermon,(29) preached last Sunday, and intended to print 30,000: I believe
      he will be confoundedly bit, and will hardly sell above half. I have fires
      still, though April has begun, against my old maxim; but the weather is
      wet and cold. I never saw such a long run of ill weather in my life. Nite
      dee logues MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. I was at the Queen's chapel to-day, but she was not there. Mr. St.
      John, Lord Bolingbroke's brother, came this day at noon with an express
      from Utrecht, that the peace is signed by all the Ministers there, but
      those of the Emperor, who will likewise sign in a few days; so that now
      the great work is in effect done, and I believe it will appear a most
      excellent peace for Europe, particularly for England. Addison and I, and
      some others, dined with Lord Bolingbroke, and sat with him till twelve. We
      were very civil, but yet when we grew warm, we talked in a friendly manner
      of party. Addison raised his objections, and Lord Bolingbroke answered
      them with great complaisance. Addison began Lord Somers's health, which
      went about; but I bid him not name Lord Wharton's, for I would not pledge
      it; and I told Lord Bolingbroke frankly that Addison loved Lord Wharton as
      little as I did: so we laughed, etc. Well, but you are glad of the peace,
      you Ppt the Trimmer, are not you? As for DD I don't doubt her. Why, now,
      if I did not think Ppt had been a violent Tory, and DD the greater Whig of
      the two! 'Tis late. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. This Passion Week, people are so demure, especially this last day, that
      I told Dilly, who called here, that I would dine with him, and so I did,
      faith; and had a small shoulder of mutton of my own bespeaking. It rained
      all day. I came home at seven, and have never stirred out, but have been
      reading Sacheverell's long dull sermon, which he sent me. It is the first
      sermon since his suspension is expired; but not a word in it upon the
      occasion, except two or three remote hints. The Bishop of Clogher has been
      sadly bit by Tom Ashe, who sent him a pun, which the Bishop had made, and
      designed to send to him, but delayed it; and Lord Pembroke and I made Sir
      Andrew Fountaine write it to Tom. I believe I told you of it in my last;
      it succeeded right, and the Bishop was wondering to Lord Pembroke how he
      and his brother could hit on the same thing. I'll go to bed soon, for I
      must be at church by eight to-morrow, Easter Day. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Warburton(30) wrote to me two letters about a living of one Foulkes,
      who is lately dead in the county of Meath. My answer is, that before I
      received the first letter, General Gorges(31) had recommended a friend of
      his to the Duke of Ormond, which was the first time I heard of its
      vacancy, and it was the Provost told me of it. I believe verily that
      Foulkes was not dead when Gorges recommended the other: for Warburton's
      last letter said that Foulkes was dead the day before the date.&mdash;This
      has prevented me from serving Warburton, as I would have done, if I had
      received early notice enough. Pray say or write this to Warburton, to
      justify me to him. I was at church at eight this morning, and dressed and
      shaved after I came back, but was too late at Court; and Lord Abingdon(32)
      was like to have snapped me for dinner, and I believe will fall out with
      me for refusing him; but I hate dining with them, and I dined with a
      private friend, and took two or three good walks; for it was a very fine
      day, the first we have had a great while. Remember, was Easter Day a fine
      day with you? I have sat with Lady Worsley till now. Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. I was this morning at ten at the rehearsal of Mr. Addison's play,
      called Cato, which is to be acted on Friday. There were not above half a
      score of us to see it. We stood on the stage, and it was foolish enough to
      see the actors prompted every moment, and the poet directing them; and the
      drab that acts Cato's daughter,(33) out in the midst of a passionate part,
      and then calling out, "What's next?" The Bishop of Clogher was there too;
      but he stood privately in a gallery. I went to dine with Lord Treasurer,
      but he was gone to Wimbledon, his daughter Caermarthen's(34) country seat,
      seven miles off. So I went back, and dined privately with Mr. Addison,
      whom I had left to go to Lord Treasurer. I keep fires yet; I am very
      extravagant. I sat this evening with Sir A. Fountaine, and we amused
      ourselves with making IFS for Dilly. It is rainy weather again; nevle saw
      ze rike.(35) This letter shall go to-morrow; remember, ung oomens, it is
      seven weeks since oor last, and I allow oo but five weeks; but oo have
      been galloping into the country to Swanton's.(36) O pray tell Swanton I
      had his letter, but cannot contrive how to serve him. If a Governor were
      to go over, I would recommend him as far as lay in my power, but I can do
      no more: and you know all employments in Ireland, at least almost all, are
      engaged in reversions. If I were on the spot, and had credit with a Lord
      Lieutenant, I would very heartily recommend him; but employments here are
      no more in my power than the monarchy itself. Nite, dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Morning. I have had a visitor here, that has taken up my time. I have
      not been abroad, oo may be sure; so I can say nothing to-day, but that I
      rove MD bettle zan ever, if possibbere. I will put this in the
      post-office; so I say no more. I write by this post to the Dean, but it is
      not above two lines; and one enclosed to you, but that enclosed to you is
      not above three lines; and then one enclosed to the Dean, which he must
      not have but upon condition of burning it immediately after reading, and
      that before your eyes; for there are some things in it I would not have
      liable to accident. You shall only know in general that it is an account
      of what I have done to serve him in his pretensions on these vacancies,
      etc. But he must not know that you know so much.(37) Does this perplex
      you? Hat care I? But rove Pdfr, saucy Pdfr. Farewell, deelest MD MD MD FW
      FW FW,... ME, MD Lele.
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    <h2>
      LETTER 63.(1)
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    <h3>
      LONDON, April 7, 1713.
    </h3>
    <p>
      I fancy I marked my last, which I sent this day, wrong; only 61, and it
      ought to be 62. I dined with Lord Treasurer, and though the business I had
      with him is something against Thursday, when the Parliament is to meet,
      and this is Tuesday, yet he put it off till to-morrow. I dare not tell you
      what it is, lest this letter should miscarry or be opened; but I never saw
      his fellow for delays. The Parliament will now certainly sit, and
      everybody's expectations are ready to burst. At a Council to-night the
      Lord Chief-Justice Parker, a Whig, spoke against the peace; so did Lord
      Chomley,(2) another Whig, who is Treasurer of the Household. My Lord
      Keeper(3) was this night made Lord Chancellor. We hope there will soon be
      some removes. Nite, dee sollahs; Late. Rove Pdfr.(4)
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Lord Chomley (the right name is Cholmondeley) is this day removed from
      his employment, for his last night's speech; and Sir Richard Temple,(5)
      Lieutenant-General, the greatest Whig in the army, is turned out; and
      Lieutenant-General Palmes(6) will be obliged to sell his regiment. This is
      the first-fruits of a friendship I have established between two great men.
      I dined with Lord Treasurer, and did the business I had for him to his
      satisfaction. I won't tell MD what it was.... (7) for zat. The Parliament
      sits to-morrow for certain. Here is a letter printed in Maccartney's name,
      vindicating himself from the murder of the Duke of Hamilton. I must give
      some hints to have it answered; 'tis full of lies, and will give an
      opportunity of exposing that party. To morrow will be a very important
      day. All the world will be at Westminster. Lord Treasurer is as easy as a
      lamb. They are mustering up the proxies of the absent lords; but they are
      not in any fear of wanting a majority, which death and accidents have
      increased this year. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. I was this morning with Lord Treasurer, to present to him a young
      son(8) of the late Earl of Jersey, at the desire of the widow. There I saw
      the mace and great coach ready for Lord Treasurer, who was going to
      Parliament. Our Society met to-day; but I expected the Houses would sit
      longer than I cared to fast; so I dined with a friend, and never inquired
      how matters went till eight this evening, when I went to Lord Orkney's,
      where I found Sir Thomas Hanmer. The Queen delivered her speech very well,
      but a little weaker in her voice. The crowd was vast. The order for the
      Address(9) was moved, and opposed by Lord Nottingham, Halifax, and Cowper.
      Lord Treasurer spoke with great spirit and resolution; Lord Peterborow
      flirted(10) against the Duke of Marlborough (who is in Germany, you know),
      but it was in answer to one of Halifax's impertinences. The order for an
      Address passed by a majority of thirty-three, and the Houses rose before
      six. This is the account I heard at Lord Orkney's. The Bishop of
      Chester,(11) a high Tory, was against the Court. The Duchess of
      Marlborough sent for him some months ago, to justify herself to him in
      relation to the Queen, and showed him letters, and told him stories, which
      the weak man believed, and was perverted. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. I dined with a cousin in the City, and poor Pat Rolt was there. I have
      got her rogue of a husband leave to come to England from Port-Mahon. The
      Whigs are much down; but I reckon they have some scheme in agitation. This
      Parliament-time hinders our Court meetings on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and
      Saturdays. I had a great deal of business to-night, which gave me a
      temptation to be idle, and I lost a dozen shillings at ombre, with Dr.
      Pratt and another. I have been to see t'other day the Bishop of Clogher
      and lady, but did not see Miss. It rains every day, and yet we are all
      over dust. Lady Masham's eldest boy is very ill: I doubt he will not live,
      and she stays at Kensington to nurse him, which vexes us all. She is so
      excessively fond, it makes me mad. She should never leave the Queen, but
      leave everything, to stick to what is so much the interest of the public,
      as well as her own. This I tell her; but talk to the winds. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. I dined at Lord Treasurer's, with his Saturday company. We had ten at
      table, all lords but myself and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Argyle
      went off at six, and was in very indifferent humour as usual. Duke of
      Ormond and Lord Bolingbroke were absent. I stayed till near ten. Lord
      Treasurer showed us a small picture, enamelled work, and set in gold,
      worth about twenty pounds; a picture, I mean, of the Queen, which she gave
      to the Duchess of Marlborough, set in diamonds. When the Duchess was
      leaving England, she took off all the diamonds, and gave the picture to
      one Mrs. Higgins (an old intriguing woman, whom everybody knows), bidding
      her make the best of it she could. Lord Treasurer sent to Mrs. Higgins for
      this picture, and gave her a hundred pounds for it. Was ever such an
      ungrateful beast as that Duchess? or did you ever hear such a story? I
      suppose the Whigs will not believe it. Pray, try them. Takes off the
      diamonds, and gives away the picture to an insignificant woman, as a thing
      of no consequence: and gives it to her to sell, like a piece of
      old-fashioned plate. Is she not a detestable slut? Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. I went to Court to-day, on purpose to present Mr. Berkeley,(12) one of
      your Fellows of Dublin College, to Lord Berkeley of Stratton. That Mr.
      Berkeley is a very ingenious man, and great philosopher, and I have
      mentioned him to all the Ministers, and given them some of his writings;
      and I will favour him as much as I can. This I think I am bound to, in
      honour and conscience, to use all my little credit toward helping forward
      men of worth in the world. The Queen was at chapel to-day, and looks well.
      I dined at Lord Orkney's with the Duke of Ormond, Lord Arran, and Sir
      Thomas Hanmer. Mr. St. John, Secretary at Utrecht, expects every moment to
      return there with the ratification of the peace. Did I tell you in my last
      of Addison's play called Cato, and that I was at the rehearsal of it? Nite
      MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. This morning my friend, Mr. Lewis, came to me, and showed me an order
      for a warrant for the three vacant deaneries; but none of them to me. This
      was what I always foresaw, and received the notice of it better, I
      believe, than he expected. I bid Mr. Lewis tell Lord Treasurer that I took
      nothing ill of him but his not giving me timely notice, as he promised to
      do, if he found the Queen would do nothing for me. At noon, Lord Treasurer
      hearing I was in Mr. Lewis's office, came to me, and said many things too
      long to repeat. I told him I had nothing to do but go to Ireland
      immediately; for I could not, with any reputation, stay longer here,
      unless I had something honourable immediately given to me. We dined
      together at the Duke of Ormond's. He there told me he had stopped the
      warrants for the deans, that what was done for me might be at the same
      time, and he hoped to compass it to-night; but I believe him not. I told
      the Duke of Ormond my intentions. He is content Sterne should be a bishop,
      and I have St. Patrick's; but I believe nothing will come of it, for stay
      I will not; and so I believe for all oo... (13) oo may see me in Dublin
      before April ends. I am less out of humour than you would imagine: and if
      it were not that impertinent people will condole with me, as they used to
      give me joy, I would value it less. But I will avoid company, and muster
      up my baggage, and send them next Monday by the carrier to Chester, and
      come and see my willows, against the expectation of all the world.&mdash;Hat
      care I? Nite deelest logues, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. I dined in the City to-day, and ordered a lodging to be got ready for
      me against I came to pack up my things; for I will leave this end of the
      town as soon as ever the warrants for the deaneries are out, which are yet
      stopped. Lord Treasurer told Mr. Lewis that it should be determined
      to-night: and so he will for(14) a hundred nights. So he said yesterday,
      but I value it not. My daily journals shall be but short till I get into
      the City, and then I will send away this, and follow it myself; and design
      to walk it all the way to Chester, my man and I, by ten miles a day. It
      will do my health a great deal of good. I shall do it in fourteen days.
      Nite dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Lord Bolingbroke made me dine with him to-day; he(15) was as good
      company as ever; and told me the Queen would determine something for me
      to-night. The dispute is, Windsor or St. Patrick's. I told him I would not
      stay for their disputes, and he thought I was in the right. Lord Masham
      told me that Lady Masham is angry I have not been to see her since this
      business, and desires I will come to-morrow. Nite deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. I was this noon at Lady Masham's, who was just come from Kensington,
      where her eldest son is sick. She said much to me of what she had talked
      to the Queen and Lord Treasurer. The poor lady fell a shedding tears
      openly. She could not bear to think of my having St. Patrick's, etc. I was
      never more moved than to see so much friendship. I would not stay with
      her, but went and dined with Dr. Arbuthnot, with Mr. Berkeley, one of your
      Fellows, whom I have recommended to the Doctor, and to Lord Berkeley of
      Stratton. Mr. Lewis tells me that the Duke of Ormond has been to-day with
      the Queen; and she was content that Dr. Sterne should be Bishop of
      Dromore, and I Dean of St. Patrick's; but then out came Lord Treasurer,
      and said he would not be satisfied but that I must be Prebend(ary) of
      Windsor. Thus he perplexes things. I expect neither; but I confess, as
      much as I love England, I am so angry at this treatment that, if I had my
      choice, I would rather have St. Patrick's. Lady Masham says she will speak
      to purpose to the Queen to-morrow. Nite,... dee MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. I went to dine at Lady Masham's to-day, and she was taken ill of a
      sore throat, and aguish. She spoke to the Queen last night, but had not
      much time. The Queen says she will determine to-morrow with Lord
      Treasurer. The warrants for the deaneries are still stopped, for fear I
      should be gone. Do you think anything will be done? I don't care whether
      it is or no. In the meantime, I prepare for my journey, and see no great
      people, nor will see Lord Treasurer any more, if I go. Lord Treasurer told
      Mr. Lewis it should be done to-night; so he said five nights ago. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. This morning Mr. Lewis sent me word that Lord Treasurer told him the
      Queen would determine at noon. At three Lord Treasurer sent to me to come
      to his lodgings at St. James's, and told me the Queen was at last resolved
      that Dr. Sterne should be Bishop of Dromore, and I Dean of St. Patrick's;
      and that Sterne's warrant should be drawn immediately. You know the
      deanery is in the Duke of Ormond's gift; but this is concerted between the
      Queen, Lord Treasurer, and the Duke of Ormond, to make room for me. I do
      not know whether it will yet be done; some unlucky accident may yet come.
      Neither can I feel joy at passing my days in Ireland; and I confess I
      thought the Ministry would not let me go; but perhaps they can't help it.
      Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. I forgot to tell you that Lord Treasurer forced me to dine with him
      yesterday as usual, with his Saturday company; which I did after frequent
      refusals. To-day I dined with a private friend, and was not at Court.
      After dinner Mr. Lewis sent me a note, that the Queen stayed till she knew
      whether the Duke of Ormond approved of Sterne for Bishop. I went this
      evening, and found the Duke of Ormond at the Cock-pit, and told him, and
      desired he would go to the Queen, and approve of Sterne. He made
      objections, desired I would name any other deanery, for he did not like
      Sterne; that Sterne never went to see him; that he was influenced by the
      Archbishop of Dublin, etc.; so all now is broken again. I sent out for
      Lord Treasurer, and told him this. He says all will do well; but I value
      not what he says. This suspense vexes me worse than anything else. Nite
      MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. I went to-day, by appointment, to the Cock-pit, to talk with the Duke
      of Ormond. He repeated the same proposals of any other deanery, etc. I
      desired he would put me out of the case, and do as he pleased. Then, with
      great kindness, he said he would consent; but would do it for no man alive
      but me, etc. And he will speak to the Queen today or to-morrow; so,
      perhaps, something will come of it. I can't tell. Nite dee dee logues, MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. The Duke of Ormond has told the Queen he is satisfied that Sterne
      should be Bishop, and she consents I shall be Dean; and I suppose the
      warrants will be drawn in a day or two. I dined at an ale-house with
      Parnell and Berkeley; for I am not in humour to go among the Ministers,
      though Lord Dartmouth invited me to dine with him to-day, and Lord
      Treasurer was to be there. I said I would, if I were out of suspense. Nite
      deelest MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. The Queen says warrants shall be drawn, but she will dispose of all in
      England and Ireland at once, to be teased no more. This will delay it some
      time; and, while it is delayed, I am not sure of the Queen, my enemies
      being busy. I hate this suspense. Nite deelest MD.(16)
    </p>
    <p>
      23. I dined yesterday with General Hamilton.(17) I forgot to tell oo. I
      write short journals now. I have eggs on the spit. This night the Queen
      has signed all the warrants, among which Sterne is Bishop of Dromore, and
      the Duke of Ormond is to send over an order for making me Dean of St.
      Patrick's. I have no doubt of him at all. I think 'tis now passed. And I
      suppose MD is malicious enough to be glad, and rather have it than
      Wells.(18) But you see what a condition I am in. I thought I was to pay
      but six hundred pounds for the house; but the Bishop of Clogher says eight
      hundred pounds; first-fruits one hundred and fifty pounds, and so, with
      patent, a thousand pounds in all; so that I shall not be the better for
      the deanery these three years. I hope in some time they will be persuaded
      here to give me some money to pay off these debts. I must finish the book
      I am writing,(19) before I can go over; and they expect I shall pass next
      winter here, and then I will dun them to give me a sum of money. However,
      I hope to pass four or five months with MD, and whatever comes on it. MD's
      allowance must be increased, and shall be too, fais... (20) I received oor
      rettle No. 39 to-night; just ten weeks since I had your last. I shall
      write next post to Bishop Sterne. Never man had so many enemies of
      Ireland(21) as he. I carried it with the strongest hand possible. If he
      does not use me well and gently in what dealings I shall have with him, he
      will be the most ungrateful of mankind. The Archbishop of York,(22) my
      mortal enemy, has sent, by a third hand, that he would be glad to see me.
      Shall I see him, or not? I hope to be over in a month, and that MD, with
      their raillery, will be mistaken, that I shall make it three years. I will
      answer oo rettle soon; but no more journals. I shall be very busy. Short
      letters from hence forward. I shall not part with Laracor. That is all I
      have to live on, except the deanery be worth more than four hundred pounds
      a year. Is it? If it be, the overplus shall be divided between MD and FW
      beside usual allowance of MD.... (23) Pray write to me a good-humoured
      letter immediately, let it be ever so short. This affair was carried with
      great difficulty, which vexes me. But they say here 'tis much to my
      reputation that I have made a bishop, in spite of all the world, to get
      the best deanery in Ireland. Nite dee sollahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. I forgot to tell you I had Sterne's letter yesterday, in answer to
      mine. Oo performed oor commission well, dood dallars both.(24) I made
      mistakes the three last days, and am forced to alter the number.(25) I
      dined in the City to-day with my printer, and came home early, and am
      going to (be) busy with my work. I will send this to-morrow, and I suppose
      the warrants will go then. I wrote to Dr. Coghill, to take care of passing
      my patent; and to Parvisol, to attend him with money, if he has any, or to
      borrow some where he can. Nite MD.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. Morning. I know not whether my warrant be yet ready from the Duke of
      Ormond. I suppose it will by tonight. I am going abroad, and will keep
      this unsealed, till I know whether all be finished. Mollow,(26) sollahs.
    </p>
    <p>
      I had this letter all day in my pocket, waiting till I heard the warrants
      were gone over. Mr. Lewis sent to Southwell's clerk at ten; and he said
      the Bishop of Killaloe(27) had desired they should be stopped till next
      post. He sent again, that the Bishop of Killaloe's business had nothing to
      do with ours. Then I went myself, but it was past eleven, and asked the
      reason. Killaloe is removed to Raphoe, and he has a mind to have an order
      for the rents of Raphoe, that have fallen due since the vacancy, and he
      would have all stop till he has gotten that. A pretty request! But the
      clerk, at Mr. Lewis's message, sent the warrants for Sterne and me; but
      then it was too late to send this, which frets me heartily, that MD should
      not have intelligence first from Pdfr. I think to take a hundred pounds a
      year out of the deanery, and divide it between MD and Pr,(28) and so be
      one year longer in paying the debt; but we'll talk of zis hen I come over.
      So nite dear sollahs. Lele.(29)
    </p>
    <p>
      26. I was at Court to-day, and a thousand people gave me joy; so I ran
      out. I dined with Lady Orkney. Yesterday I dined with Lord Treasurer and
      his Saturday people as usual; and was so bedeaned! The Archbishop of York
      says he will never more speak against me. Pray see that Parvisol stirs
      about getting my patent. I have given Tooke DD's note to prove she is
      alive. I'll answer oo rettle.... Nite.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. Nothing new to-day. I dined with Tom Harley, etc. I'll seal up this
      to-night. Pray write soon.... MD MD MD FW FW FW ME ME ME Lele, lele.
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      LETTER 64.(1)
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      LONDON, May 16 (1713).
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    <p>
      I had yours, No. 40, yesterday. Your new Bishop acts very ungratefully. I
      cannot say so bad of it as he deserved. I begged at the same post his
      warrant and mine went over, that he would leave those livings to my
      disposal. I shall write this post to him to let him know how ill I take
      it. I have letters to tell me that I ought to think of employing some body
      to set the tithes of the deanery. I know not what to do at this distance.
      I cannot be in Ireland under a month. I will write two orders; one to
      Parvisol, and t'other to Parvisol, and a blank for whatever fellow it is
      whom the last Dean employed; and I would desire you to advise with friends
      which to make use of: and if the latter, let the fellow's name be
      inserted, and both act by commission. If the former, then speak to
      Parvisol, and know whether he can undertake it. I doubt it is hardly to be
      done by a perfect stranger alone, as Parvisol is. He may perhaps venture
      at all, to keep up his interest with me; but that is needless, for I am
      willing to do him any good, that will do me no harm. Pray advise with
      Walls and Raymond, and a little with Bishop Sterne for form. Tell Raymond
      I cannot succeed for him to get that living of Moimed. It is represented
      here as a great sinecure. Several chaplains have solicited for it; and it
      has vexed me so, that, if I live, I will make it my business to serve him
      better in something else. I am heartily sorry for his illness, and that of
      the other two. If it be not necessary to let the tithes till a month
      hence, you may keep the two papers, and advise well in the meantime; and
      whenever it is absolutely necessary, then give that paper which you are
      most advised to. I thank Mr. Walls for his letter. Tell him that must
      serve for an answer, with my service to him and her. I shall buy Bishop
      Sterne's hair as soon as his household goods. I shall be ruined, or at
      least sadly cramped, unless the Queen will give me a thousand pounds. I am
      sure she owes me a great deal more. Lord Treasurer rallies me upon it, and
      I believe intends it; but, quando? I am advised to hasten over as soon as
      possible, and so I will, and hope to set out the beginning of June. Take
      no lodging for me. What? at your old tricks again? I can lie somewhere
      after I land, and I care not where, nor how. I will buy your eggs and
      bacon, DD... (2) your caps and Bible; and pray think immediately, and give
      me some commissions, and I will perform them as far as oo poo Pdfr can.(3)
      The letter I sent before this was to have gone a post before; but an
      accident hindered it; and, I assure oo, I wam very akkree(4) MD did not
      write to Dean Pdfr, and I think oo might have had a Dean under your girdle
      for the superscription. I have just finished my Treatise,(5) and must be
      ten days correcting it. Farewell, deelest MD, MD, MD, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME,
      ME, Lele.
    </p>
    <p>
      You'll seal the two papers after my name.
    </p>
    <p>
      "LONDON, May 16, 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      "I appoint Mr. Isaiah Parvisol and Mr. to set and let the tithes of the
      Deanery of St. Patrick's for this present year. In witness whereof, I
      hereunto set my hand and seal, the day and year above written.
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      "I do hereby appoint Mr. Isaiah Parvisol my proctor, to set and let the
      tithes of the Deanery of St. Patrick's. In witness whereof, I have
      hereunto set my hand and seal, the day and year above written.
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      LETTER 65.(1)
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    <h3>
      CHESTER, June 6, 1713.
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    <p>
      I am come here after six days. I set out on Monday last, and got here
      to-day about eleven in the morning. A noble rider, fais! and all the ships
      and people went off yesterday with a rare wind. This was told me, to my
      comfort, upon my arrival. Having not used riding these three years, made
      me terrible weary; yet I resolve on Monday to set out for Holyhead, as
      weary as I am. 'Tis good for my health, mam. When I came here, I found
      MD's letter of the 26th of May sent down to me. Had you writ a post sooner
      I might have brought some pins: but you were lazy, and would not write
      your orders immediately, as I desired you. I will come when God pleases;
      perhaps I may be with you in a week. I will be three days going to
      Holyhead; I cannot ride faster, say hat oo will. I am upon Stay-behind's
      mare. I have the whole inn to myself. I would fain 'scape this Holyhead
      journey; but I have no prospect of ships, and it will be almost necessary
      I should be in Dublin before the 25th instant, to take the oaths;(2)
      otherwise I must wait to a quarter sessions. I will lodge as I can;
      therefore take no lodgings for me, to pay in my absence. The poor Dean
      can't afford it. I spoke again to the Duke of Ormond about Moimed for
      Raymond, and hope he may yet have it, for I laid it strongly to the Duke,
      and gave him the Bishop of Meath's memorial. I am sorry for Raymond's
      fistula; tell him so. I will speak to Lord Treasurer about Mrs. South(3)
      to-morrow. Odso! I forgot; I thought I had been in London. Mrs. Tisdall(4)
      is very big, ready to lie down. Her husband is a puppy. Do his feet stink
      still? The letters to Ireland go at so uncertain an hour, that I am forced
      to conclude. Farewell, MD, MD MD FW FW FW ME ME ME ME.
    </p>
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     Lele lele
     lele logues and
     Ladies bose fair
     and slender.
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    <p>
      (On flyleaf.)
    </p>
    <p>
      I mightily approve Ppt's project of hanging the blind parson. When I read
      that passage upon Chester walls, as I was coming into town, and just
      received your letter, I said aloud&mdash;Agreeable B-tch.
    </p>
    <p>
      <br /> <br />
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    <hr />
    <p>
      <br />
    </p>
    <hr />
    <p>
      <br /> <a name="link2H_NOTE" id="link2H_NOTE">
      <!--  H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <a href="#link2H_NOTE"> <b>NOTES.</b> </a><br /><br />
      <a href="#link2H_NOTE1"> Notes to the Introduction. </a><br />
    </p>
    <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto">
      <tr>
        <td>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0071"> LETTER 1. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0072"> LETTER 9. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0073"> LETTER 10. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0074"> LETTER 11. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0075"> LETTER 12. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0076"> LETTER 13. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0077"> LETTER 14. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0078"> LETTER 15. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0079"> LETTER 16. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0080"> LETTER 17. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0081"> LETTER 18. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0082"> LETTER 20. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0083"> LETTER 21. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0084"> LETTER 22. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0085"> LETTER 23. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0086"> LETTER 24. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0087"> LETTER 26. </a>
          </p>
        </td>
        <td>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0088"> LETTER 27. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0089"> LETTER 28. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0090"> LETTER 29. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0091"> LETTER 30. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0092"> LETTER 31. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0093"> LETTER 32. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0094"> LETTER 33. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0095"> LETTER 34. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0096"> LETTER 35. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0097"> LETTER 36. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0098"> LETTER 37. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0099"> LETTER 38. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0100"> LETTER 39. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0101"> LETTER 41. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0102"> LETTER 42. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0103"> LETTER 43. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0104"> LETTER 44. </a>
          </p>
        </td>
        <td>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0105"> LETTER 46. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0106"> LETTER 47. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0107"> LETTER 48. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0108"> LETTER 49. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0109"> LETTER 50. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0110"> LETTER 51. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0111"> LETTER 52. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0112"> LETTER 53. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0113"> LETTER 54. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0114"> LETTER 55. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0115"> LETTER 56. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0116"> LETTER 57. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0117"> LETTER 58. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0118"> LETTER 59. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0119"> LETTER 61. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0120"> LETTER 62. </a>
          </p>
          <p class="toc">
            <a href="#link2H_4_0121"> LETTER 63. </a>
          </p>
        </td>
      </tr>
    </table>
    <p>
      <br /> <br />
    </p>
    <hr />
    <p>
      <br /> <br />
    </p>
    <h2>
      NOTES.
    </h2>
    <p>
      These notes are referenced by 'Notes to the Introduction' or 'Letter
      (number)', and the numbers in square brackets (thus &mdash; (3)) in the
      body of the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      <a name="link2H_NOTE1" id="link2H_NOTE1">
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    <div style="height: 4em;">
      <br /><br /><br /><br />
    </div>
    <h2>
      Notes to the Introduction.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Notes and Queries, Sixth Series, x. 287.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See letter from Swift to John Temple, February 1737. She was then "quite
      sunk with years and unwieldliness."
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Athenaeum, Aug. 8, 1891.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Journal, May 4, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Craik's Life of Swift, 269.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Unpublished Letters of Dean Swift, pp. 189-96.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 In 1730 he wrote, "Those who have been married may form juster ideas of
      that estate than I can pretend to do" (Dr. Birkbeck Hill's Unpublished
      Letters of Dean Swift, p. 237).
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Scott added a new incident which has become incorporated in the popular
      conception of Swift's story. Delany is said to have met Swift rushing out
      of Archbishop King's study, with a countenance of distraction, immediately
      after the wedding. King, who was in tears, said, "You have just met the
      most unhappy man on earth; but on the subject of his wretchedness you must
      never ask a question." Will it be believed that Scott&mdash;who rejects
      Delany's inference from this alleged incident&mdash;had no better
      authority for it than "a friend of his (Delany's) relict"?
    </p>
    <p>
      9 This incident, for which there is probably some foundation of fact&mdash;we
      cannot say how much&mdash;has been greatly expanded by Mrs. Woods in her
      novel Esther Vanhomrigh. Unfortunately most of her readers cannot, of
      course, judge exactly how far her story is a work of imagination.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 In October Swift explained that he had been in the country "partly to
      see a lady of my old acquaintance, who was extremely ill" (Unpublished
      Letters of Dean Swift, p. 198).
    </p>
    <p>
      11 There is a story that shortly before her death Swift begged Stella to
      allow herself to be publicly announced as his wife, but that she replied
      that it was then too late. The versions given by Delany and Theophilus
      Swift differ considerably, while Sheridan alters the whole thing by
      representing Swift as brutally refusing to comply with Stella's last
      wishes.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 There has also been the absurd suggestion that the impediment was
      Swift's knowledge that both he and Stella were the illegitimate children
      of Sir William Temple&mdash;a theory which is absolutely disproved by
      known facts.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 It is curious to note the intimate knowledge of some of Swift's
      peculiarities which was possessed by the hostile writer of a pamphlet
      called A Hue and Cry after Dr. S&mdash;-t, published in 1714. That piece
      consists, for the most part, of extracts from a supposed Diary by Swift,
      and contains such passages as these: "Friday. Go to the Club... Am
      treated. Expenses one shilling." "Saturday. Bid my servant get all things
      ready for a journey to the country: mend my breeches; hire a washerwoman,
      making her allow for old shirts, socks, dabbs and markees, which she
      bought of me... Six coaches of quality, and nine hacks, this day called at
      my lodgings." "Thursday. The Earl looked queerly: left him in a huff. Bid
      him send for me when he was fit for company... Spent ten shillings."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The "little language" is marked chiefly by such changes of letters
      (e.g., l for r, or r for l) as a child makes when learning to speak. The
      combinations of letters in which Swift indulges are not so easy of
      interpretation. For himself he uses Pdfr, and sometimes Podefar or FR
      (perhaps Poor dear foolish rogue). Stella is Ppt (Poor pretty thing). MD
      (my dears) usually stands for both Stella and Mrs. Dingley, but sometimes
      for Stella alone. Mrs. Dingley is indicated by ME (Madam Elderly), D, or
      DD (Dear Dingley). The letters FW may mean Farewell, or Foolish Wenches.
      Lele seems sometimes to be There, there, and sometimes Truly.
    </p>
    <p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 1.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1. Addressed "To Mrs. Dingley, at Mr. Curry's house over against the Ram
      in Capel Street, Dublin, Ireland," and endorsed by Esther Johnson, "Sept.
      9. Received." Afterwards Swift added, "MD received this Sept. 9," and
      "Letters to Ireland from Sept.1710, begun soon after the change of
      Ministry. Nothing in this."
    </p>
    <p>
      2. Beaumont is the "grey old fellow, poet Joe," of Swift's verses "On the
      little house by the Churchyard at Castlenock." Joseph Beaumont, a
      linen-merchant, is described as "a venerable, handsome, grey-headed man,
      of quick and various natural abilities, but not improved by learning." His
      inventions and mathematical speculations, relating to the longitude and
      other things, brought on mental troubles, which were intensified by
      bankruptcy, about 1718. He was afterwards removed from Dublin to his home
      at Trim, where he rallied; but in a few years his madness returned, and he
      committed suicide.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Vicar of Trim, and formerly a Fellow of Trinity College, Dublin. In
      various places in his correspondence Swift criticises the failings of Dr.
      Anthony Raymond, who was, says Scott, "a particular friend." His
      unreliability in money matters, the improvidence of his large family, his
      peculiarities in grammar, his pride in his good manners, all these points
      are noticed in the journal and elsewhere. But when Dr. Raymond returned to
      Ireland after a visit to London, Swift felt a little melancholy, and
      regretted that he had not seen more of him. In July 1713 Raymond was
      presented to the Crown living of Moyenet.
    </p>
    <p>
      4. A small township on the estuary of the Dee, between twelve and thirteen
      miles north-west of Chester. In the early part of the eighteenth century
      Parkgate was a rival of Holyhead as a station for the Dublin packets,
      which started, on the Irish side, from off Kingsend.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Dr. St. George Ashe, afterwards Bishop of Derry, who had been Swift's
      tutor at Trinity College, Dublin. He died in 1718. It is this lifelong
      friend who is said to have married Swift and Esther Johnson in 1716.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. The Commission to solicit for the remission of the First-Fruits and
      twentieth parts, payable to the Crown by the Irish clergy, was signed by
      the Archbishops of Armagh, Dublin, and Cashel, and the Bishops of Kildare,
      Meath, and Killala.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Dr. William Lloyd was appointed Bishop of Killala in 1690. He had
      previously been Dean of Achonry.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Dr. John Hough (1651-1743). In 1687 he had been elected President of
      Magdalen College, Oxford, in place of the nominee of James II. Hough was
      Bishop of Oxford, Lichfield, and Worcester successively, and declined the
      primacy in 1715.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Steele was at this time Gazetteer. The Cockpit, in Whitehall, looked
      upon St. James's Palace, and was used for various Government purposes.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. This coffee-house, the resort of the Whig politicians, was kept by a
      man named Elliot. It is often alluded to in the Tatler and Spectator.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. William Stewart, second Viscount Mountjoy, a friend and correspondent
      of Swift's in Ireland. He was the son of one of William's generals, and
      was himself a Lieutenant-General and Master-General of the Ordnance; he
      died in 1728.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Catherine, daughter of Maurice Keating, of Narraghmore, Kildare, and
      wife of Garret Wesley, of Dangan, M.P. for Meath. She died in 1745. On the
      death of Garret Wesley without issue in 1728, the property passed to a
      cousin, Richard Colley, who was afterwards created Baron Mornington, and
      was grandfather to the Duke of Wellington.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. The landlady of Esther Johnson and Mrs. Dingley.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Swift's housekeeper at Laracor. Elsewhere Swift speaks of his "old
      Presbyterian housekeeper," "who has been my Walpole above thirty years,
      whenever I lived in this kingdom." "Joe Beaumont is my oracle for public
      affairs in the country, and an old Presbyterian woman in town."
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Isaiah Parvisol, Swift's tithe-agent and steward at Laracor, was an
      Irishman of French extraction, who died in 1718 (Birkbeck's Unpublished
      Letters of Dean Swift, 1899, p.85).
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      1. In some MS. Accounts of Swift's, in the Forster Collection at South
      Kensington there is the following entry:&mdash;"Set out for England Aug.
      31st on Thursday, 10 at night; landed at Parkgate Friday 1st at noon.
      Sept. 1, 1710, came to London. Thursday at noon, Sept. 7th, with Lord
      Mountjoy, etc. Mem.: Lord Mountjoy bore my expenses from Chester to
      London."
    </p>
    <p>
      2. In a letter to Archbishop King of the same date Swift says he was
      "equally caressed by both parties; by one as a sort of bough for drowning
      men to lay hold of, and by the other as one discontented with the late men
      in power."
    </p>
    <p>
      3. The Earl of Godolphin, who was severely satirised by Swift in his Sid
      Hamet's Rod, 1710. He had been ordered to break his staff as Treasurer on
      August 8. Swift told Archbishop King that Godolphin was "altogether short,
      dry, and morose."
    </p>
    <p>
      4. Martha, widow of Sir Thomas Giffard, Bart., of County Kildare, the
      favourite sister of Sir William Temple, had been described by Swift in
      early pindaric verses as "wise and great." Afterwards he was to call her
      "an old beast" (Journal, Nov. 11, 1710). Their quarrel arose, towards the
      close of 1709, out of a difference with regard to the publication of Sir
      William Temple's Works. On the appearance of vol. v. Lady Giffard charged
      Swift with publishing portions of the writings from an unfaithful copy in
      lieu of the originals in his possession, and in particular with printing
      laudatory notices of Godolphin and Sunderland which Temple intended to
      omit, and with omitting an unfavourable remark on Sunderland which Temple
      intended to print. Swift replied that the corrections were all made by
      Temple himself.
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Lord Wharton's second wife, Lucy, daughter of Lord Lisburn. She died in
      1716, a few months after her husband. See Lady M. W. Montagu's Letters.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. Mrs. Bridget Johnson, who married, as her second husband, Ralph Mose or
      Moss, of Farnham, an agent for Sir William Temple's estate, was
      waiting-woman or companion to Lady Giffard. In her will (1722) Lady
      Giffard left Mrs. Moss 20 pounds, "with my silver cup and cover." Mrs.
      Moss died in 1745, when letters of administration were granted to a
      creditor of the deceased.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Dr. William King (1610-1729), a Whig and High Churchman, had more than
      one difference with Swift during the twenty years following Swift's first
      visit to London in connection with the First-Fruits question.
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Swift's benefice, in the diocese of Meath, two miles from Trim.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Steele, who had been issuing the Tatler thrice weekly since April. He
      lost the Gazetteership in October.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. James, second Duke of Ormond (1665-1745) was appointed Lord Lieutenant
      on the 26th of October. In the following year he became Captain-General
      and Commander-in-Chief. He was impeached of high treason and attainted in
      1715; and he died in exile.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. "Presto," substituted by the original editor for "Pdfr," was suggested
      by a passage in the Journal for Aug. 2, 1711, where Swift says that the
      Duchess of Shrewsbury "could not say my name in English, but said Dr.
      Presto, which is Italian for Swift."
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Charles Jervas, the popular portrait-painter, has left two portraits
      of Swift, one of which is in the National Portrait Gallery, and the other
      in the Bodleian Library.
    </p>
    <p>
      13. Sir William Temple's nephew, and son of Sir John Temple (died 1704),
      Solicitor and Attorney-General, and Speaker of the Irish House of Commons.
      "Jack" Temple acquired the estate of Moor Park, Surrey, by his marriage
      with Elizabeth, granddaughter of Sir William Temple, and elder daughter of
      John Temple, who committed suicide in 1689. As late as 1706 Swift received
      an invitation to visit Moor Park.
    </p>
    <p>
      14. Dr. Benjamin Pratt, Provost of Trinity College, Dublin, was appointed
      Dean of Down in 1717. Swift calls him "a person of wit and learning," and
      "a gentleman of good birth and fortune,... very much esteemed among us"
      (Short Character of Thomas, Earl of Wharton). On his death in 1721 Swift
      wrote, "He was one of the oldest acquaintance I had, and the last that I
      expected to die. He has left a young widow, in very good circumstances. He
      had schemes of long life.... What a ridiculous thing is man!" (Unpublished
      Letters of Dean Swift, 1899, p. 106).
    </p>
    <p>
      15. A Westmeath landlord, whom Swift met from time to time in London. The
      Leighs were well acquainted with Esther Johnson.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. Dr. Enoch Sterne, appointed Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, in 1704.
      Swift was his successor in the deanery on Dr. Sterne's appointment as
      Bishop of Dromore in 1713. In 1717 Sterne was translated to the bishopric
      of Clogher. He spent much money on the cathedrals, etc., with which he was
      connected.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Archdeacon Walls was rector of Castle Knock, near Trim. Esther Johnson
      was a frequent visitor at his house in Queen Street, Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. William Frankland, Comptroller of the Inland Office at the Post
      Office, was the second son of the Postmaster-General, Sir Thomas
      Frankland, Bart. Luttrell (vi. 333) records that in 1708 he was made
      Treasurer of the Stamp Office, or, according to Chamberlayne's Mag. Brit.
      Notitia for 1710, Receiver-General.
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Thomas Wharton, Earl and afterwards Marquis of Wharton, had been one
      of Swift's fellow-travellers from Dublin. Lord Lieutenant of Ireland under
      the Whig Government, from 1708 to 1710, Wharton was the most
      thorough-going party man that had yet appeared in English politics; and
      his political enemies did not fail to make the most of his well-known
      immorality. In his Notes to Macky's Characters Swift described Wharton as
      "the most universal villain that ever I knew." On his death in 1715 he was
      succeeded by his profligate son, Philip, who was created Duke of Wharton
      in 1718.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. This money was a premium the Government had promised Beaumont for his
      Mathematical Sleying Tables, calculated for the improvement of the linen
      manufacture.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. The bellman was both town-crier and night-watchman.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      1. Dr. William Cockburn (1669-1739), Swift's physician, of a good Scottish
      family, was educated at Leyden. He invented an electuary for the cure of
      fluxes, and in 1730, in The Danger of Improving Physick, satirised the
      academical physicians who envied him the fortune he had made by his secret
      remedy. He was described in 1729 as "an old very rich quack."
    </p>
    <p>
      2. Sir Matthew Dudley, Bart., an old Whig friend, was M.P. for
      Huntingdonshire, and Commissioner of the Customs from 1706 to 1712, and
      again under George I., until his death in 1721.
    </p>
    <p>
      3. Isaac Manley, who was appointed Postmaster-General in Ireland in 1703
      (Luttrell, v. 333). He had previously been Comptroller of the English
      Letter Office, a post in which he was succeeded by William Frankland, son
      of Sir Thomas Frankland. Dunton calls Manley "loyal and acute."
    </p>
    <p>
      4. Sir Thomas Frankland was joint Postmaster-General from 1691 to 1715. He
      succeeded to the baronetcy on the death of his father, Sir William
      Frankland, in 1697, and he died in 1726. Macky describes Sir Thomas as "of
      a sweet and easy disposition, zealous for the Constitution, yet not
      forward, and indulgent to his dependants." On this Swift comments, "This
      is a fair character."
    </p>
    <p>
      5. Theophilus Butler, elected M.P. for Cavan, in the Irish Parliament, in
      1703, and for Belturbet (as "the Right Hon. Theophilus Butler") in 1713.
      On May 3, 1710, Luttrell wrote (Brief Relation of State Affairs, vi. 577),
      "'Tis said the Earl of Montrath, Lord Viscount Mountjoy... and Mr. Butler
      will be made Privy Councillors of the Kingdom of Ireland." Butler&mdash;a
      contemporary of Swift's at Trinity College, Dublin&mdash;was created Baron
      of Newtown-Butler in 1715, and his brother, who succeeded him in 1723, was
      made Viscount Lanesborough. Butler's wife was Emilia, eldest daughter and
      co-heir of James Stopford, of Tara, County Meath.
    </p>
    <p>
      6. No. 193 of the Tatler, for July 4, 1710, contained a letter from Downes
      the Prompter&mdash;not by Steele himself&mdash;in ridicule of Harley and
      his proposed Ministry.
    </p>
    <p>
      7. Charles Robartes, second Earl of Radnor, who died in 1723. In the
      Journal for Dec. 30, 1711, Swift calls him "a scoundrel."
    </p>
    <p>
      8. Benjamin Tooke, Swift's bookseller or publisher, lived at the Middle
      Temple Gate. Dunton wrote of him, "He is truly honest, a man of refined
      sense, and is unblemished in his reputation." Tooke died in 1723.
    </p>
    <p>
      9. Swift's servant, of whose misdeeds he makes frequent complaints in the
      Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      10. Deputy Vice-Treasurer of Ireland. In one place Swift calls him Captain
      Pratt; and in all probability he is the John Pratt who, as we learn from
      Dalton's English Army Lists, was appointed captain in General Erle's
      regiment of foot in 1699, and was out of the regiment by 1706. In 1702 he
      obtained the Queen's leave to be absent from the regiment when it was sent
      to the West Indies. Pratt seems to have been introduced to Swift by
      Addison.
    </p>
    <p>
      11. Charles Ford, of Wood Park, near Dublin, was a great lover of the
      opera and a friend of the Tory wits. He was appointed Gazetteer in 1712.
      Gay calls him "joyous Ford," and he was given to over-indulgence in
      conviviality. See Swift's poem on Stella at Wood Park.
    </p>
    <p>
      12. Lord Somers, to whom Swift had dedicated The Tale of a Tub, with high
      praise of his public and private virtues. In later years Swift said that
      Somers "possessed all excellent qualifications except virtue."
    </p>
    <p>
      13. At the foundation school of the Ormonds at Kilkenny. (see note 22.)
    </p>
    <p>
      14. A Whig haberdasher.
    </p>
    <p>
      15. Benjamin Hoadley, the Whig divine, had been engaged in controversy
      with Sacheverell, Blackall, and Atterbury. After the accession of George
      I. he became Bishop of Bangor, Hereford, Salisbury, and Winchester in
      success.
    </p>
    <p>
      16. Dr. Henry Sacheverell, whose impeachment and trial had led to the fall
      of the Whig Government.
    </p>
    <p>
      17. Sir Berkeley Lucy, Bart., F.R.S., married Katherine, daughter of
      Charles Cotton, of Beresford, Staffordshire, Isaac Walton's friend. Lady
      Lucy died in 1740, leaving an only surviving daughter, Mary, who married
      the youngest son of the Earl of Northampton, and had two sons, who became
      successively seventh and eighth Earls of Northampton. Forster and others
      assumed that "Lady Lucy" was a Lady Lucy Stanhope, though they were not
      able to identify her. It was reserved for Mr. Ryland to clear up this
      difficulty. As he points out, Lady Lucy's elder sister, Olive, married
      George Stanhope, Dean of Canterbury, and left a daughter Mary,&mdash;Swift's
      "Moll Stanhope,"&mdash;a beauty and a madcap, who married, in 1712,
      William Burnet, son of Bishop Burnet, and died in 1714. Mary, another
      sister of Lady Lucy's, married Augustine Armstrong, of Great Ormond
      Street, and is the Mrs. Armstrong mentioned by Swift on Feb. 3, 1711, as a
      pretender to wit, without taste. Sir Berkeley Lucy's mother was a daughter
      of the first Earl of Berkeley, and it was probably through the Berkeleys
      that Swift came to know the Lucys.
    </p>
    <p>
      18. Ann Long was sister to Sir James Long, and niece to Colonel
      Strangeways. Once a beauty and toast of the Kit-Cat Club, she fell into
      narrow circumstances through imprudence and the unkindness of her friends,
      and retired under the name of Mrs. Smythe to Lynn, in Norfolk, where she
      died in 1711 (see Journal, December 25, 1711). Swift said, "She was the
      most beautiful person of the age she lived in; of great honour and virtue,
      infinite sweetness and generosity of temper, and true good sense"
      (Forster's Swift, 229). In a letter of December 1711, Swift wrote that she
      "had every valuable quality of body and mind that could make a lady loved
      and esteemed."
    </p>
    <p>
      19. Said, I know not on what authority, to be Swift's friend, Mrs. Barton.
      But Mrs. Barton is often mentioned by Swift as living in London in
      1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      20. One of Swift's cousins, who was separated from her husband, a man of
      bad character, living abroad. Her second husband, Lancelot, a servant of
      Lord Sussex, lived in New Bond Street, and there Swift lodged in 1727.
    </p>
    <p>
      21. 100,000 pounds.
    </p>
    <p>
      22. Francis Stratford's name appears in the Dublin University Register for
      1686 immediately before Swift's. Budgell is believed to have referred to
      the friendship of Swift and Stratford in the Spectator, No. 353, where he
      describes two schoolfellows, and says that the man of genius was buried in
      a country parsonage of 160 pounds a year, while his friend, with the bare
      abilities of a common scrivener, had gained an estate of above 100,000
      pounds.
    </p>
    <p>
      23. William Cowper, afterwards Lord Cowper.
    </p>
    <p>
      24. Sir Simon Harcourt, afterwards Viscount Harcourt, had been counsel for
      Sacheverell. On Sept. 19, 1710, he was appointed Attorney-General, and on
      October 19 Lord Keeper of the Great Seal. In April 1713 he became Lord
      Chancellor.
    </p>
    <p>
      25. This may be some relative of Dr. John Freind (see Letter 9), or, more
      probably, as Sir Henry Craik suggests, a misprint for Colonel Frowde,
      Addison's friend (see Journal, Nov. 4, 1710). No officer named Freind or
      Friend is mentioned in Dalton's English Army Lists.
    </p>
    <p>
      26. See the Tatler, Nos. 124, 203. There are various allusions in the
      "Wentworth Papers" to this, the first State Lottery of 1710; and two
      bluecoat boys drawing out the tickets, and showing their hands to the
      crowd, as Swift describes them, are shown in a reproduction of a picture
      in a contemporary pamphlet given in Ashton's Social Life in the Reign of
      Queen Anne, i. 115.
    </p>
    <p>
      27. A few weeks later Swift wrote, "I took a fancy of resolving to grow
      mad for it, but now it is off."
    </p>
    <p>
      28. Sir John Holland, Bart., was a leading manager for the Commons in the
      impeachment of Sacheverell. He succeeded Sir Thomas Felton in the
      Comptrollership in March 1710.
    </p>
    <p>
      29. Dryden Leach. (see Letter 7.)
    </p>
    <p>
      30. William Pate, "bel esprit and woollen-draper," as Swift called him,
      lived opposite the Royal Exchange. He was Sheriff of London in 1734, and
      died in 1746. Arbuthnot, previous to matriculating at Oxford, lodged with
      Pate, who gave him a letter of introduction to Dr. Charlett, Master of
      University College; and Pate is supposed to have been the woollen-draper,
      "remarkable for his learning and good-nature," who is mentioned by Steele
      in the Guardian, No. 141.
    </p>
    <p>
      31. James Brydges, son of Lord Chandos of Sudeley, was appointed
      Paymaster-General of Forces Abroad in 1707. He succeeded his father as
      Baron Chandos in 1714, and was created Duke of Chandos in 1729. The
      "princely Chandos" and his house at Canons suggested to Pope the Timon's
      villa of the "Epistle to Lord Burlington." The Duke died in 1744.
    </p>
    <p>
      32. Charles Talbot, created Duke of Shrewsbury in 1694, was held in great
      esteem by William III., and was Lord Chamberlain under Anne. In 1713 he
      became Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, and held various offices under George
      I., until his death in 1718. "Before he was o. age," says Macaulay, "he
      was allowed to be one of the finest gentlemen and finest scholars of his
      time."
    </p>
    <p>
      33. See No. 230.
    </p>
    <p>
      34. William Cavendish, second Duke of Devonshire (1673-1729), who was Lord
      Steward from 1707 to 1710 and from 1714 to 1716. Afterwards he was Lord
      President of the Council. Swift's comment on Macky's character of this
      Whig nobleman was, "A very poor understanding."
    </p>
    <p>
      35. John Annesley, fourth Earl of Anglesea, a young nobleman of great
      promise, had only recently been appointed joint Vice-Treasurer,
      Receiver-General, and Paymaster of the Forces in Ireland, and sworn of the
      Privy Council.
    </p>
    <p>
      36. Nichols, followed by subsequent editors, suggested that "Durham" was a
      mistake for "St. David's," because Dr. George Bull, Bishop of St. David's,
      died in 1710. But Dr. Bull died on Feb. 17, 1710, though his successor,
      Dr. Philip Bisse, was not appointed until November; and Swift was merely
      repeating a false report of the death of Lord Crewe, Bishop of Durham,
      which was current on the day on which he wrote. Luttrell says, on Sept.
      19, "The Lord Crewe.. . died lately"; but on the 23rd he adds, "The Bishop
      of Durham is not dead as reported" (Brief Relation, vi. 630, 633.
    </p>
    <p>
      37. Lady Elizabeth ("Betty") Butler, who died unmarried in 1750.
    </p>
    <p>
      38. Swift wrote in 1734, "Once every year I issued out an edict,
      commanding that all ladies of wit, sense, merit, and quality, who had an
      ambition to be acquainted with me, should make the first advances at their
      peril: which edict, you may believe, was universally obeyed."
    </p>
    <p>
      39. Charles, second Earl of Berkeley (1649-1710), married Elizabeth,
      daughter of Baptist Noel, Viscount Campden. The Earl died on Sept. 24,
      1710, and his widow in 1719. Swift, it will be remembered, had been
      chaplain to Lord Berkeley in Ireland in 1699.
    </p>
    <p>
      40. Lady Betty and Lady Mary Butler. (see Letter 7, notes 2 and 3.)
    </p>
    <p>
      41. Henry Boyle, Chancellor of the Exchequer from 1702 to 1708, was
      Secretary of State from 1708 to 1710, when he was succeeded by St. John.
      In 1714 he was created Baron Carleton, and he was Lord President from 1721
      until his death in 1725.
    </p>
    <p>
      42. On Sept. 29 Swift wrote that his rooms consisted of the first floor, a
      dining-room and bed-chamber, at eight shillings a week. On his last visit
      to England, in 1726, he lodged "next door to the Royal Chair" in Bury
      Street. Steele lived in the same street from 1707 to 1712; and Mrs.
      Vanhomrigh was Swift's next-door neighbour.
    </p>
    <p>
      43. In Exchange Alley. Cf. Spectator, No. 454: "I went afterwards to
      Robin's, and saw people who had dined with me at the fivepenny ordinary
      just before, give bills for the value of large estates."
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 John Molesworth, Commissioner of the Stamp Office, was sent as Envoy to
      Tuscany in 1710, and was afterwards Minister at Florence, Venice, Geneva,
      and Turin. He became second Viscount Molesworth in 1725, and died in 1731.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Misson says, "Every two hours you may write to any part of the city or
      suburbs: he that receives it pays a penny, and you give nothing when you
      put it into the Post; but when you write into the country both he that
      writes and he that receives pay each a penny." The Penny Post system had
      been taken over by the Government, but was worked separately from the
      general Post.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The Countess of Berkeley's second daughter, who married, in 1706, Sir
      John Germaine, Bart. (1650-1718), a soldier of fortune. Lady Betty
      Germaine is said to have written a satire on Pope (Nichols' Literary
      Anecdotes, ii. 11), and was a constant correspondent of Swift's. She was
      always a Whig, and shortly before her death in 1769 she made a present of
      100 pounds to John Wilkes, then in prison in the Tower. Writing of Lady
      Betty Butler and Lady Betty Germaine, Swift says elsewhere, "I saw two
      Lady Bettys this afternoon; the beauty of one, the good breeding and
      nature of the other, and the wit of either, would have made a fine woman."
      Germaine obtained the estate at Drayton through his first wife, Lady Mary
      Mordaunt&mdash;Lord Peterborough's sister&mdash;who had been divorced by
      her first husband, the Duke of Norfolk. Lady Betty was thirty years
      younger than her husband, and after Sir John's death she remained a widow
      for over fifty years.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 The letter in No. 280 of the Tatler.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Discover, find out. Cf. Shakespeare's All's Well that Ends Well, iii. 6:
      "He was first smoked by the old Lord Lafeu."
    </p>
    <p>
      6 A village near Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Excellent.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 John Molesworth, and, probably, his brother Richard, afterwards third
      Viscount Molesworth, who had saved the Duke of Marlborough's life at the
      battle of Ramillies, and had been appointed, in 1710, colonel of a
      regiment of foot.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Presumably at Charles Ford's.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 The Virtues of Sid Hamet the Magician's Rod, published as a single
      folio sheet, was a satire on Godolphin.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Apparently Marcus Antonius Morgan, steward to the Bishop of Kildare
      (Craik). Swift wrote to the Duke of Montagu on Aug. 12, 1713 (Buccleuch
      MSS., 1899, i. 359). "Mr. Morgan of Kingstrope is a friend, and was, I am
      informed, put out of the Commission of justice for being so."
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Dr. Raymond is called Morgan's "father" because he warmly supported
      Morgan's interests.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 The Rev. Thomas Warburton, Swift's curate at Laracor, whom Swift
      described to the Archbishop as "a gentleman of very good learning and
      sense, who has behaved himself altogether unblamably."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The tobacco was to be used as snuff. About this time ladies much
      affected the use of snuff, and Steele, in No. 344 of the Spectator, speaks
      of Flavilla pulling out her box, "which is indeed full of good Brazil," in
      the middle of the sermon. People often made their own snuff out of roll
      tobacco, by means of rasps. On Nov. 3, 1711, Swift speaks of sending "a
      fine snuff rasp of ivory, given me by Mrs. St. John for Dingley, and a
      large roll of tobacco."
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Katherine Barton, second daughter of Robert Barton, of Brigstock,
      Northamptonshire, and niece of Sir Isaac Newton. She was a favourite among
      the toasts of the Kit-Cat Club, and Lord Halifax, who left her a fortune,
      was an intimate friend. In 1717 she married John Conduitt, afterwards
      Master of the Mint.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 William Connolly, appointed a Commissioner of the Revenue in 1709, was
      afterwards Speaker of the Irish House of Commons. He died in 1729. Francis
      Robarts, appointed a Commissioner of the Revenue in 1692, was made a
      Teller of the Exchequer in England in 1704, and quitted that office, in
      September 1710, on his reappointment, in Connolly's place, as Revenue
      Commissioner in Ireland. In 1714 Robarts was removed, and Connolly again
      appointed Commissioner.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Enoch Sterne, Collector of Wicklow and Clerk to the Irish House of
      Lords. Writing to Dr. Sterne on Sept. 26, Swift said, "I saw Collector
      Sterne, who desired me to present his service to you, and to tell you he
      would be glad to hear from you, but not about business."
    </p>
    <p>
      18 In his "Character of Mrs. Johnson" Swift says, "She was never known to
      cry out, or discover any fear, in a coach." The passage in the text is
      obscure. Apparently Esther Johnson had boasted of saving money by walking,
      instead of riding, like a coward.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 John Radcliffe (1650-1714), the well-known physician and wit, was often
      denounced as a clever empiric. Early in 1711 he treated Swift for his
      dizziness. By his will, Radcliffe left most of his property to the
      University of Oxford.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Charles Barnard, Sergeant-Surgeon to the Queen, and Master of the
      Barber Surgeons' Company. His large and valuable library, to which Swift
      afterwards refers, fetched great prices. Luttrell records Barnard's death
      in his diary for Oct. 12, 1710.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Robert Harley, afterwards Earl of Oxford, had been appointed Chancellor
      of the Exchequer in August 1710. In May 1711 he was raised to the peerage
      and made Lord High Treasurer; and he is constantly referred to in the
      Journal as "Lord Treasurer." He was impeached in 1715, but was acquitted
      to 1717; he died in 1724.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 The Right Hon. Thomas Bligh, M.P., of Rathmore, County Meath, died on
      Aug. 28, 1710. His son, mentioned later in the Journal, became Earl of
      Darnley.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Penalty.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Erasmus Lewis, Under Secretary of State under Lord Dartmouth, was a
      great friend of Swift, Pope, and Arbuthnot. He had previously been one of
      Harley's secretaries, and in his Horace Imitated, Book I. Ep. vii., Swift
      describes him as "a cunning shaver, and very much in Harley's favour."
      Arbuthnot says that under George I. Lewis kept company with the greatest,
      and was "principal governor" in many families. Lewis was a witness to
      Arbuthnot's will. Pope and Esther Vanhomrigh both left him money to buy
      rings. Lewis died in 1754, aged eighty-three.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Charles Darteneuf, or Dartiquenave, was a celebrated epicure, who is
      said to have been a son of Charles II. Lord Lyttleton, in his Dialogues of
      the Dead, recalling Pope's allusions to him, selects him to represent
      modern bon vivants in the dialogue between Darteneuf and Apicius. See
      Tatler 252. Darteneuf was Paymaster of the Royal Works and a member of the
      Kit-Cat Club. He died in 1737.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 No. 230.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Good, excellent.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Captain George Delaval, appointed Envoy Extraordinary to the King of
      Portugal in Oct, 1710, was with Lord Peterborough in Spain in 1706. In May
      1707 he went to Lisbon with despatches for the Courts of Spain and
      Portugal, from whence he was to proceed as Envoy to the Emperor of
      Morocco, with rich presents (Luttrell, vi. 52, 174, 192).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Charles Montagu, Earl of Halifax, as Ranger of Bushey Park and Hampton
      Court, held many offices under William III., and was First Lord of the
      Treasury under George I., until his death in 1715. He was great as
      financier and as debater, and he was a liberal patron of literature.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 John Manley, M.P. for Bossiney, was made Surveyor-General on Sept. 30,
      1710, and died in 1714. In 1706 he fought a duel with another Cornish
      member (Luttrell, vi. 11, 535, 635). He seems to be the cousin whom Mrs.
      De la Riviere Manley accuses of having drawn her into a false marriage.
      For Isaac Manley and Sir Thomas Frankland, see Letter 3, notes 3 and 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 The Earl of Godolphin (see Letter 2, note 3).
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Sir John Stanley, Bart., of Northend, Commissioner of Customs, whom
      Swift knew through his intimate friends the Pendarves. His wife, Anne,
      daughter of Bernard Granville, and niece of John, Earl of Bath, was aunt
      to Mary Granville, afterwards Mrs. Delany, who lived with the Stanleys at
      their house in Whitehall.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Henry, Viscount Hyde, eldest son of Laurence Hyde, Earl of Rochester,
      succeeded his father in the earldom in 1711, and afterwards became Earl of
      Clarendon. His wife, Jane, younger daughter of Sir William Leveson Gower,&mdash;who
      married a daughter of John Granville, Earl of Bath,&mdash;was a beauty,
      and the mother of two beauties&mdash;Jane, afterwards Countess of Essex
      (see journal, Jan. 29, 1712), and Catherine, afterwards Countess of
      Queensberry. Lady Hyde was complimented by Prior, Pope, and her kinsman,
      Lord Lansdowne, and is said to have been more handsome than either of her
      daughters. She died in 1725; her husband in 1753. Lord Hyde became joint
      Vice-Treasurer for Ireland in 1710; hence his interest with respect to
      Pratt's appointment.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 3, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Sir Paul Methuen (1672-1757), son of John Methuen, diplomatist and Lord
      Chancellor of Ireland. Methuen was Envoy and Ambassador to Portugal from
      1697 to 1708, and was M.P. for Devizes from 1708 to 1710, and a Lord of
      the Admiralty. Under George I. he was Ambassador to Spain, and held other
      offices. Gay speaks of "Methuen of sincerest mind, as Arthur grave, as
      soft as womankind," and Steele dedicated to him the seventh volume of the
      Spectator. In his Notes on Macky's Characters, Swift calls him "a
      profligate rogue... without abilities of any kind."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Sir James Montagu was Attorney-General from 1708 to Sept. 1710, when he
      resigned, and was succeeded by Sir Simon Harcourt. Under George I. Montagu
      was raised to the Bench, and a few months before his death in 1723 became
      Chief Baron of the Exchequer.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 The turnpike system had spread rapidly since the Restoration, and had
      already effected an important reform in the English roads. Turnpike roads
      were as yet unknown in Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Ann Johnson, who afterwards married a baker named Filby.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 An infusion of which the main ingredient was cowslip or palsy-wort.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 William Legge, first Earl of Dartmouth (1672-1750), was St. John's
      fellow Secretary of State. Lord Dartmouth seems to have been a plain,
      unpretending man, whose ignorance of French helped to throw important
      matters into St. John's hands.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Richard Dyot was tried at the Old Bailey, on Jan. 13, 1710-11, for
      counterfeiting stamps, and was acquitted, the crime being found not
      felony, but only breach of trust. Two days afterwards a bill of indictment
      was found against him for high misdemeanour.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Sir Philip Meadows (1626-1718) was knighted in 1658, and was Ambassador
      to Sweden under Cromwell. His son Philip (died 1757) was knighted in 1700,
      and was sent on a special mission to the Emperor in 1707. A great-grandson
      of the elder Sir Philip was created Earl Manvers in 1806.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Her eyes were weak.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 The son of the Sir Robert Southwell to whom Temple had offered Swift as
      a "servant" on his going as Secretary of State to Ireland in 1690. Edward
      Southwell (1671-1730) succeeded his father as Secretary of State for
      Ireland in 1702, and in 1708 was appointed Clerk to the Privy Council of
      Great Britain. Southwell held various offices under George I. and George
      II., and amassed a considerable fortune.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Nicholas Rowe (1674-1718), dramatist and poet laureate, and one of the
      first editors of Shakespeare, was at this time under-secretary to the Duke
      of Queensberry, Secretary of State for Scotland.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 No. 238 contains Swift's "Description of a Shower in London."
    </p>
    <p>
      25 This seems to be a vague allusion to the text, "Cast thy bread upon the
      waters," etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Sir Godfrey Kneller (1646-1723), the fashionable portrait-painter of
      the period.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 At the General election of 1710 the contest at Westminster excited much
      interest. The number of constituents was large, and the franchise low, all
      householders who paid scot and lot being voters. There were, too, many
      houses of great Whig merchants, and a number of French Protestants. But
      the High Church candidates, Cross and Medlicott, were returned by large
      majorities, though the Whigs had chosen popular candidates&mdash;General
      Stanhope, fresh from his successes in Spain, and Sir Henry Dutton Colt, a
      Herefordshire gentleman.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Sir Andrew Fountaine (1676-1753), a distinguished antiquary, of an old
      Norfolk family, was knighted by William III. in 1699, and inherited his
      father's estate at Norfolk in 1706. He succeeded Sir Isaac Newton as
      Warden of the Mint in 1727, and was Vice-Chamberlain to Queen Caroline. He
      became acquainted with Swift in Ireland in 1707, when he went over as
      Usher of the Black Rod in Lord Pembroke's Court.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 2, note 17. The Bishop was probably Dr. Moreton, Bishop of
      Meath (see Journal, July 1, 1712).
    </p>
    <p>
      30 The game of ombre&mdash;of Spanish origin&mdash;is described in Pope's
      Rape of the Lock. See also the Compleat Gamester, 1721, and Notes and
      Queries, April 8, 1871. The ace of spades, or Spadille, was always the
      first trump; the ace of clubs (Basto) always the third. The second trump
      was the worst card of the trump suit in its natural order, i.e. the seven
      in red and the deuce in black suits, and was called Manille. If either of
      the red suits was trumps, the ace of the suit was fourth trump (Punto).
      Spadille, Manille, and Basto were "matadores," or murderers, as they never
      gave suit.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 See Letter 3, note 30,
    </p>
    <p>
      32 In the Spectator, No. 337, there is a complaint from "one of the top
      China women about town," of the trouble given by ladies who turn over all
      the goods in a shop without buying anything. Sometimes they cheapened tea,
      at others examined screens or tea-dishes.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 The Right Hon. John Grubham Howe, M.P. for Gloucestershire, an extreme
      Tory, had recently been appointed Paymaster of the Forces. He is mentioned
      satirically as a patriot in sec. 9 of The Tale of a Tub.
    </p>
    <p>
      34 George Henry Hay, Viscount Dupplin, eldest son of the sixth Earl of
      Kinnoull, was made a Teller of the Exchequer in August, and a peer of
      Great Britain in December 1711, with the title of Baron Hay. He married,
      in 1709, Abigail, Harley's younger daughter, and he succeeded his father
      in the earldom of Kinnoull in 1719.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 Edward Harley, afterwards Lord Harley, who succeeded his father as Earl
      of Oxford in 1724. He married Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles, daughter of
      the Duke of Newcastle, but died without male issue in 1741. His interest
      in literature caused him to form the collection known as the Harleian
      Miscellany.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 William Penn (1644-1718), the celebrated founder of Pennsylvania. Swift
      says that he "spoke very agreeably, and with much spirit."
    </p>
    <p>
      37 This "Memorial to Mr. Harley about the First-Fruits" is dated Oct. 7,
      1710.
    </p>
    <p>
      38 Henry St. John, created Viscount Bolingbroke in July 1712. In the
      quarrel between Oxford and Bolingbroke in 1714, Swift's sympathies were
      with Oxford.
    </p>
    <p>
      39 I.e., it is decreed by fate. So Tillotson says, "These things are fatal
      and necessary."
    </p>
    <p>
      40 See Letter 3, note 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      41 Obscure. Hooker speaks of a "blind or secret corner."
    </p>
    <p>
      42 Ale served in a gill measure.
    </p>
    <p>
      43 Scott suggests that the allusion is to The Tale of a Tub.
    </p>
    <p>
      44 An extravagant compliment.
    </p>
    <p>
      45 See Letter 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      46 L'Estrange speaks of "trencher-flies and spungers."
    </p>
    <p>
      47 See Letter 1, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      48 Samuel Garth, physician and member of the Kit-Cat Club, was knighted in
      1714. He is best known by his satirical poem, The Dispensary, 1699.
    </p>
    <p>
      49 Gay speaks of "Wondering Main, so fat, with laughing eyes" (Mr. Pope's
      Welcome from Greece, st. xvii.).
    </p>
    <p>
      50 See Letter 5, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      51 See the letter of Oct. 10, 1710, to Archbishop King.
    </p>
    <p>
      52 See Letter 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      53 Seventy-three lines in folio upon one page, and in a very small hand."
      (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      1. I.e., Lord Lieutenant.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Tatler, No. 238.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 1, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Charles Coote, fourth Earl of Mountrath, and M.P. for Knaresborough. He
      died unmarried in 1715.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Henry Coote, Lord Mountrath's brother. He succeeded to the earldom in
      1715, but died unmarried in 1720.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The Devil Tavern was the meeting-place of Ben Jonson's Apollo Club. The
      house was pulled down in 1787.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Addison was re-elected M.P. for Malmesbury in Oct. 1710, and he kept
      that seat until his death in 1719.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Captain Charles Lavallee, who served in the Cadiz Expedition of 1702,
      and was appointed a captain in Colonel Hans Hamilton's Regiment of Foot in
      1706 (Luttrell, v. 175, vi. 640; Dalton's English Army Lists, iv. 126).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 The Tatler, No. 230, Sid Hamet's Rod, and the ballad (now lost) on the
      Westminster Election.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 The Earl of Galway (1648-1720), who lost the battle of Almanza to the
      Duke of Berwick in 1707. Originally the Marquis de Ruvigny, a French
      refugee, he had been made Viscount Galway and Earl of Galway successively
      by William III.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 William Harrison, the son of a doctor at St. Cross, Winchester, had
      been recommended to Swift by Addison, who obtained for him the post of
      governor to the Duke of Queensberry's son. In Jan. 1711 Harrison began the
      issue of a continuation of Steele's Tatler with Swift's assistance, but
      without success. In May 1711, St. John gave Harrison the appointment of
      secretary to Lord Raby, Ambassador Extraordinary at the Hague, and in Jan.
      1713 Harrison brought the Barrier Treaty to England. He died in the
      following month, at the age of twenty-seven, and Lady Strafford says that
      "his brother poets buried him, as Mr. Addison, Mr. Philips, and Dr.
      Swift." Tickell calls him "that much loved youth," and Swift felt his
      death keenly. Harrison's best poem is Woodstock Park, 1706.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 The last volume of Tonson's Miscellany, 1708.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 James Douglas, second Duke of Queensberry and Duke of Dover
      (1662-1711), was appointed joint Keeper of the Privy Seal in 1708, and
      third Secretary of State in 1709. Harrison must have been "governor"
      either to the third son, Charles, Marquis of Beverley (born 1698), who
      succeeded to the dukedom in 1711, or to the fourth son, George, born in
      1701.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Anthony Henley, son of Sir Robert Henley, M.P. for Andover, was a
      favourite with the wits in London. He was a strong Whig, and occasionally
      contributed to the Tatler and Maynwaring's Medley. Garth dedicated The
      Dispensary to him. Swift records Henley's death from apoplexy in August
      1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Sir William Ashurst, Sir Gilbert Heathcote, and Mr. John Ward were
      replaced by Sir Richard Hoare, Sir George Newland, and Mr. John Cass at
      the election for the City in 1710. Scott was wrong in saying that the
      Whigs lost also the fourth seat, for Sir William Withers had been member
      for the City since 1707.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Sir Richard Onslow, Bart., was chosen Speaker of the House of Commons
      in 1708. Under George I. he was Chancellor of the Exchequer, and was
      elevated to the peerage as Baron Onslow in 1716. He died in the following
      year.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 "The upper part of the letter was a little besmeared with some such
      stuff; the mark is still on it" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      19 John Bolton, D.D., appointed a prebendary of St. Patrick's in 1691,
      became Dean of Derry in 1699. He died in 1724. Like Swift, Bolton was
      chaplain to Lord Berkeley, the Lord Lieutenant, and, according to Swift,
      he obtained the deanery of Derry through Swift having declined to give a
      bribe of 1000 pounds to Lord Berkeley's secretary. But Lord Orrery says
      that the Bishop of Derry objected to Swift, fearing that he would be
      constantly flying backwards and forwards between Ireland and England.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 2, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 "That is, to the next page; for he is now within three lines of the
      bottom of the first" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 4, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Joshua Dawson, secretary to the Lords Justices. He built a fine house
      in Dawson Street, Dublin, and provided largely for his relatives by the
      aid of the official patronage in his hands.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 He had been dead three weeks (see Letters 3 and 5).
    </p>
    <p>
      25 In The Importance of the Guardian Considered, Swift says that Steele,
      "to avoid being discarded, thought fit to resign his place of Gazetteer."
    </p>
    <p>
      26 As Swift never used the name "Stella" in the Journal, this fragment of
      his "little language" must have been altered by Deane Swift, the first
      editor. Forster makes the excellent suggestion that the correct reading is
      "sluttikins," a word used in the Journal on Nov. 28, 1710. Swift often
      calls his correspondents "sluts."
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Godolphin, who was satirised in Sid Hamel's Rod (see Letter 2, note 3).
    </p>
    <p>
      28 No. 230.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 "This appears to be an interjection of surprise at the length of his
      journal" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Matthew Prior, poet and diplomatist, had been deprived of his
      Commissionership of Trade by the Whigs, but was rewarded for his Tory
      principles in 1711 by a Commissionership of Customs.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 "The twentieth parts are 12 pence in the pound paid annually out of all
      ecclesiastical benefices as they were valued at the Reformation. They
      amount to about 500 pounds per annum; but are of little or no value to the
      Queen after the offices and other charges are paid, though of much trouble
      and vexation to the clergy" (Swift's "Memorial to Mr. Harley").
    </p>
    <p>
      32 Charles Mordaunt, the brilliant but erratic Earl of Peterborough, had
      been engaged for two years, after the unsatisfactory inquiry into his
      conduct in Spain by the House of Lords in 1708, in preparing an account of
      the money he had received and expended. The change of Government brought
      him relief from his troubles; in November he was made Captain-General of
      Marines, and in December he was nominated Ambassador Extraordinary to
      Vienna.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 Tapped, nudged.
    </p>
    <p>
      34 I.e., told only to you.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 Sir Hew Dalrymple (1652-1737), Lord President of the Court of Session,
      and son of the first Viscount Stair.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 Robert Benson, a moderate Tory, was made a Lord of the Treasury in
      August 1710, and Chancellor of the Exchequer in the following June, and
      was raised to the peerage as Baron Bingley in 1713. He died in 1731.
    </p>
    <p>
      37 The Smyrna Coffee-house was on the north side of Pall Mall, opposite
      Marlborough House. In the Tatler (Nos. 10, 78) Steele laughed at the
      "cluster of wise heads" to be found every evening at the Smyrna; and
      Goldsmith says that Beau Nash would wait a whole day at a window at the
      Smyrna, in order to receive a bow from the Prince or the Duchess of
      Marlborough, and would then look round upon the company for admiration and
      respect.
    </p>
    <p>
      38 See Letter 4, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      39 See Letter 5, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      40 An Irish doctor, with whom Swift invested money.
    </p>
    <p>
      41 Enoch Sterne, Collector of Wicklow and Clerk to the House of Lords in
      Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      42 Claret.
    </p>
    <p>
      43 Colonel Ambrose Edgworth, a famous dandy, who is supposed to have been
      referred to by Steele in No. 246 of the Tatler. Edgworth was the son of
      Sir John Edgworth, who was made Colonel of a Regiment of Foot in 1689
      (Dalton, iii, 59). Ambrose Edgworth was a Captain in the same regiment,
      but father and son were shortly afterwards turned out of the regiment for
      dishonest conduct in connection with the soldiers' clothing. Ambrose was,
      however, reappointed a Captain in General Eric's Regiment of Foot in 1691.
      He served in Spain as Major in Brigadier Gorge's regiment; was taken
      prisoner in 1706; and was appointed Lieutenant-Colonel of Colonel Thomas
      Allen's Regiment of Foot in 1707.
    </p>
    <p>
      44 This volume of Miscellanies in Prose and Verse was published by Morphew
      in 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      45 Dr. Thomas Lindsay, afterwards Bishop of Raphoe.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 The first mention of the Vanhomrighs in the Journal. Swift had made
      their acquaintance when he was in London in 1708.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Lady Elizabeth and Lady Mary (see Letter 3, note 40 and below).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 John, third Lord Ashburnham, and afterwards Earl of Ashburnham
      (1687-1737), married, on Oct. 21, 1710, Lady Mary Butler, younger daughter
      of the Duke of Ormond. She died on Jan. 2, 1712-3, in her twenty-third
      year. She was Swift's "greatest favourite," and he was much moved at her
      death.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Edward Wortley Montagu, grandson of the first Earl of Sandwich, and M.P.
      for Huntingdon. He was a great friend of Addison's, and the second volume
      of the Tatler was dedicated to him. In 1712 he married the famous Lady
      Mary Pierrepont, eldest daughter of the Duke of Kingston, and under George
      I. he became Ambassador Extraordinary to the Porte. He died in 1761, aged
      eighty.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 5, note 27. No copy of these verses is known.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Henry Alexander, fifth Earl of Stirling, who died without issue in 1739.
      His sister, Lady Judith Alexander, married Sir William Trumbull, Pope's
      friend.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 "These words, notwithstanding their great obscurity at present, were
      very clear and intelligible to Mrs. Johnson: they referred to
      conversations, which passed between her and Dr. Tisdall seven or eight
      years before; when the Doctor, who was not only a learned and faithful
      divine, but a zealous Church-Tory, frequently entertained her with
      Convocation disputes. This gentleman, in the year 1704, paid his addresses
      to Mrs. Johnson" (Deane Swift). The Rev. William Tisdall was made D.D. in
      1707. Swift never forgave Tisdall's proposal to marry Esther Johnson in
      1704, and often gave expression to his contempt for him. In 1706 Tisdall
      married, and was appointed Vicar of Kerry and Ruavon; in 1712 he became
      Vicar of Belfast. He published several controversial pieces, directed
      against Presbyterians and other Dissenters.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 No. 193 of the Tatler, for July 4, 1710, contained a letter from Downes
      the Prompter in ridicule of Harley's newly formed Ministry. This letter,
      the authorship of which Steele disavowed, was probably by Anthony Henley.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 William Berkeley, fourth Baron Berkeley of Stratton, was sworn of the
      Privy Council in September 1710, and was appointed Chancellor of the Duchy
      of Lancaster. He married Frances, youngest daughter of Sir John Temple, of
      East Sheen, Surrey, and died in 1740.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Probably the widow of Sir William Temple's son, John Temple (see Letter
      2, note 13). She was Mary Duplessis, daughter of Duplessis Rambouillet, a
      Huguenot.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 The Rev. James Sartre, who married Addison's sister Dorothy, was
      Prebendary and Archdeacon of Westminster. He had formerly been French
      pastor at Montpelier. After his death in 1713 his widow married a Mr.
      Combe, and lived until 1750.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 William Congreve's last play was produced in 1700. In 1710, when he was
      forty, he published a collected edition of his works. Swift and Congreve
      had been schoolfellows at Kilkenny, and they had both been pupils of St.
      George Ashe&mdash;afterwards Bishop of Clogher&mdash;at Trinity College,
      Dublin. On Congreve's death, in 1729, Swift wrote, "I loved him from my
      youth."
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 4, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Dean Sterne.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 6, note 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 When he became Dean he withheld from Swift the living of St. Nicholas
      Without, promised in gratitude for the aid rendered by Swift in his
      election.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Crowe was a Commissioner for Appeals from the Revenue Commissioners for
      a short time in 1706, and was Recorder of Blessington, Co. Wicklow. In his
      Short Character of Thomas, Earl of Wharton, 1710, Swift speaks of Whartons
      "barbarous injustice to... poor Will Crowe."
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 3, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 3, note 35.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 1, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Richard Tighe, M.P. for Belturbet, was a Whig, much disliked by Swift.
      He became a Privy Councillor under George I.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Dryden Leach, of the Old Bailey, formerly an actor, was son of Francis
      Leach. Swift recommended Harrison to employ Leach in printing the
      continuation of the Tatler; but Harrison discarded him. (See Journal, Jan.
      16, 1710-11, and Timperley's Literary Anecdotes, 600, 631).
    </p>
    <p>
      23 The Postman, which appeared three days in the week, written by M.
      Fonvive, a French Protestant, whom Dunton calls "the glory and mirror of
      news writers, a very grave, learned, orthodox man." Fonvive had a
      universal system of intelligence, at home and abroad, and "as his news is
      early and good, so his style is excellent."
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Sir William Temple left Esther Johnson the lease of some property in
      Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 See Letter 5, note 23.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 An out-of-the-way or obscure house. So Pepys (Diary, Oct. 15, 1661) "To
      St. Paul's Churchyard to a blind place where Mr. Goldsborough was to meet
      me."
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Sir Richard Temple, Bart., of Stowe, a Lieutenant-General who saw much
      service in Flanders, was dismissed in 1713 owing to his Whig views, but on
      the accession of George I. was raised to the peerage, and was created
      Viscount Cobham in 1718. He died in 1749. Congreve wrote in praise of him,
      and he was the "brave Cobham" of Pope's first Moral Essay.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Richard Estcourt, the actor, died in August 1712, when his abilities on
      the stage and as a talker were celebrated by Steele to No. 468 of the
      Spectator. See also Tatler, Aug. 6, 1709, and Spectator, May 5, 1712.
      Estcourt was "providore" of the Beef-Steak Club, and a few months before
      his death opened the Bumper Tavern in James Street, Covent Garden.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 5, note 49.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Poor, mean. Elsewhere Swift speaks of "the corrector of a hedge press
      in Little Britain," and "a little hedge vicar."
    </p>
    <p>
      31 Thomas Herbert, eighth Earl of Pembroke, was Lord Lieutenant from April
      1707 to December 1708. A nobleman of taste and learning, he was, like
      Swift, very fond of punning, and they had been great friends in Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 See Letter 3, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 See Letter 3, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      34 A small town and fortress in what is now the Pas de Calais.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 Richard Stewart, third son of the first Lord Mountjoy (see Letter 1,
      note 11), was M.P. at various times for Castlebar, Strabane, and County
      Tyrone. He died in 1728.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 See Letter 3, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Swift, Esther Johnson, and Mrs. Dingley seem to have begun their
      financial year on the 1st of November. Swift refers to "MD's allowance" in
      the Journal for April 23, 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Samuel Dopping, an Irish friend of Stella's, who was probably related to
      Anthony Dopping, Bishop of Meath (died 1697), and to his son Anthony (died
      1743), who became Bishop of Ossory.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 2, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 The wife of Alderman Stoyte, afterwards Lord Mayor of Dublin. Mrs.
      Stoyte and her sister Catherine; the Walls; Isaac Manley and his wife;
      Dean Sterne, Esther Johnson and Mrs. Dingley, and Swift, were the
      principal members of a card club which met at each other's houses for a
      number of years.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 1, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 "This cypher stands for Presto, Stella, and Dingley; as much as to say,
      it looks like us three quite retired from all the rest of the world"
      (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Steele's "dear Prue," Mary Scurlock, whom he married as his second wife
      in 1707, was a lady of property and a "cried-up beauty." She was somewhat
      of a prude, and did not hesitate to complain to her husband, in and out of
      season, of his extravagance and other weaknesses. The other lady to whom
      Swift alludes is probably the Duchess of Marlborough.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 7, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Remembers: an Irish expression.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 This new Commission, signed by Narcissus Marsh, Archbishop of Armagh,
      and William King, was dated Oct. 24, 1710. In this document Swift was
      begged to take the full management of the business of the First-Fruits
      into his hands, the Bishops of Ossory and Killala&mdash;who were to have
      joined with him in the negotiations&mdash;having left London before Swift
      arrived. But before this commission was despatched the Queen had granted
      the First-Fruits and Twentieth Parts to the Irish clergy.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Lady Mountjoy, wife of the second Viscount Mountjoy (see Letter 1), was
      Anne, youngest daughter of Murrough Boyle, first Viscount Blessington, by
      his second wife, Anne, daughter of Charles Coote, second Earl of
      Mountrath. After Lord Mountjoy's death she married John Farquharson, and
      she died in 1741.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Forster suggests that Swift wrote "Frond " or "Frowde" and there is
      every reason to believe that this was the case. No Colonel Proud appears
      in Dalton's Army Lists. A Colonel William Frowde, apparently third son of
      Sir Philip Frowde, Knight, by his third wife, Margaret, daughter of Sir
      John Ashburnham, was appointed Lieutenant-Colonel in Colonel Farrington's
      (see note 18) Regiment of Foot in 1694. He resigned his commission on his
      appointment to the First Life Guards in 1702, and he was in this latter
      regiment in 1704. In November and December 1711 Swift wrote of Philip
      Frowde the elder (Colonel William Frowde's brother) as "an old fool," in
      monetary difficulties. It is probable that Swift's Colonel Proud (?
      Frowde) was not Colonel William Frowde, but his nephew, Philip Frowde,
      junior, who was Addison's friend at Oxford, and the author of two
      tragedies and various poems. Nothing seems known of Philip Frowde's
      connection with the army, but he is certainly called "Colonel" by Swift,
      Addison, and Pope (see Forster's Swift, 159; Addison's Works, v. 324;
      Pope's Works, v. 177, vi. 227). Swift wrote to Ambrose Philips in 1705,
      "Col. Frond is just as he was, very friendly and grand reveur et distrait.
      He has brought his poems almost to perfection." It will be observed that
      when Swift met Colonel "Proud" he was in company with Addison, as was also
      the case when he was with Colonel "Freind" (see Letter 3, note 25).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Charles Davenant, LL.D., educated at Balliol College, Oxford, was the
      eldest son of Sir William Davenant, author of Gondibert. In Parliament he
      attacked Ministerial abuses with great bitterness until, in 1703, he was
      made secretary to the Commissioners appointed to treat for a union with
      Scotland. To this post was added, in 1705, an Inspector-Generalship of
      Exports and Imports, which he retained until his death in 1714. Tom
      Double, a satire on his change of front after obtaining his place, was
      published in 1704. In a Note on Macky's character of Davenant, Swift says,
      "He ruined his estate, which put him under a necessity to comply with the
      times." Davenant's True Picture of a Modern Whig, in Two Parts, appeared
      in 1701-2; in 1707 he published "The True Picture of a Modern Whig
      revived, set forth in a third dialogue between Whiglove and Double," which
      seems to be the piece mentioned in the text, though Swift speaks of the
      pamphlet as "lately put out."
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Hugh Chamberlen, the younger (1664-1728), was a Fellow of the College
      of Physicians and Censor in 1707, 1717, and 1721. Atterbury and the
      Duchess of Buckingham and Normanby were among his fashionable patients.
      His father, Hugh Chamberlen, M.D., was the author of the Land Bank Scheme
      of 1693-94.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Sir John Holland (see Letter 3, note 28).
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Swift may mean either rambling or gambolling.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Thomas Farrington was appointed Colonel of the newly raised 29th
      Regiment of Foot in 1702. He was a subscriber for a copy of the Tatler on
      royal paper (Aitken, Life of Steele, i. 329, 330).
    </p>
    <p>
      19 In The History of Vanbrugh's House, Swift described everyone as hunting
      for it up and down the river banks, and unable to find it, until at length
      they&mdash;
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
     "&mdash; in the rubbish spy
      A thing resembling a goose pie."
</pre>
    <p>
      Sir John Vanbrugh was more successful as a dramatist than as an architect,
      though his work at Blenheim and elsewhere has many merits.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 For the successes of the last campaign.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 John Sheffield, third Earl of Mulgrave, was created Duke of Buckingham
      and Normanby in 1703, and died in 1721. On Queen Anne's accession he
      became Lord Privy Seal, and on the return of the Tories to power in 1710
      he was Lord Steward, and afterward (June 1710) Lord President of the
      Council. The Duke was a poet, as well as a soldier and statesman, his best
      known work being the Essay on Poetry. He was Dryden's patron, and Pope
      prepared a collected edition of his works.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Laurence Hyde, created Earl of Rochester in 1682, died in 1711. He was
      the Hushai of Dryden's Absalom and Achitophel, "the friend of David in
      distress." In 1684 he was made Lord President of the Council, and on the
      accession of James II., Lord Treasurer; he was, however, dismissed in
      1687. Under William III. Rochester was Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, an
      office he resigned in 1703; and in September 1710 he again became Lord
      President. His imperious temper always stood in the way of popularity or
      real success.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Sir Thomas Osborne, Charles II.'s famous Minister, was elevated to the
      peerage in 1673, and afterwards was made successively Earl of Danby,
      Marquis of Caermarthen, and Duke of Leeds. On Nov. 29, 1710, a few days
      after this reference to him, the Duke was granted a pension of 3500 pounds
      a year out of the Post Office revenues. He died in July 1712, aged
      eighty-one, and soon afterwards his grandson married Lord Oxford's
      daughter.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 This is, of course, a joke; Swift was never introduced at Court.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Captain Delaval (see Letter 5, note 6).
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Admiral Sir Charles Wager (1666-1743) served in the West Indies from
      1707 to 1709, and gained great wealth from the prizes he took. Under
      George I. he was Comptroller of the Navy, and in 1733 he became First Lord
      of the Admiralty, a post which he held until 1742.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 7, note 27.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 See Letter 5, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 Isaac Bickerstaff's "valentine" sent him a nightcap, finely wrought by
      a maid of honour to Queen Elizabeth (Tatler, No. 141). The "nightcap" was
      a periwig with a short tie and small round head, and embroidered nightcaps
      were worn chiefly by members of the graver professions.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Tatler, No. 237.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 Tatler, No. 230.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 "Returning home at night, you'll find the sink
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      33 Christ Church Cathedral, Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      34 See Letter 1, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 See Letter 8, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 See Letter 6, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      37 See Letter 1, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      38 The bellman's accents. Cf. Pepys' Diary, Jan. 16, 1659-60: "I staid up
      till the bellman came by with his bell just under my window as I was
      writing of this very line, and cried, 'Past one of the clock, and a cold,
      frosty, windy morning.'"
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      LETTER 9.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 John Freind, M.D. (1675-1728), was a younger brother of the Robert
      Freind, of Westminster School, mentioned elsewhere in the Journal.
      Educated under Dr. Busby at Westminster, he was in 1694 elected a student
      of Christ Church, where he made the acquaintance of Atterbury, and
      supported Boyle against Bentley in the dispute as to the authorship of the
      letters of Phalaris. In 1705 he attended the Earl of Peterborough to
      Spain, and in the following year wrote a defence of that commander
      (Account of the Earl of Peterborough's Conduct in Spain). A steady Tory,
      he took a share in the defence of Dr. Sacheverell; and in 1723, when M.P.
      for Launceston, he fell under the suspicion of the Government, and was
      sent to the Tower. On the accession of George II., however, he came into
      favour with the Court, and died Physician to the Queen.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 8, note 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 St. John was thirty-two in October 1710. He had been Secretary at War
      six years before, resigning with Harley in 1707. Swift repeats this
      comparison elsewhere. Temple was forty-six when he refused a Secretaryship
      of State in 1674.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Sir Henry St. John seems to have continued a gay man to the end of his
      life. In his youth he was tried and convicted for the murder of Sir
      William Estcourt in a duel (Scott). In 1716, after his son had been
      attainted, he was made Viscount St. John. He died in 1742, aged ninety.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 "Swift delighted to let his pen run into such rhymes as these, which he
      generally passes off as old proverbs" (Scott). Many of the charming scraps
      of "Old Ballads" and "Old Plays" at the head of Scott's own chapters are
      in reality the result of his own imagination.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 3, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Sir Richard Levinge, Bart., had been Solicitor-General for Ireland from
      1704 to 1709, and was Attorney-General from 1711 to 1714. Afterwards he
      was Speaker of the Irish House of Commons and Chief-Justice of the Common
      Pleas in Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 2, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Thomas Belasyse, second Viscount Fauconberg, or Falconbridge (died
      1700), a nobleman of hereditary loyalty, married, in 1657, the Protector's
      youngest daughter, Mary Cromwell, who is represented as a lady of high
      talent and spirit. She died on March 14, 1712. Burnet describes her as "a
      wise and worthy woman," who would have had a better prospect of
      maintaining her father's post than either of her brothers.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Richard Freeman, Chief Baron, was Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1707
      until his death in November 1710.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 7, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Sir Richard Cox, Bart. (1650-1733), was Lord Chancellor of Ireland from
      1703 to 1707. In 1711 he was appointed Chief-Justice of the Queen's Bench,
      but he was removed from office on the death of Queen Anne. His zealous
      Protestantism sometimes caused his views to be warped, but he was honest
      and well-principled.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart. (1676-1746), succeeded Bromley as Speaker in
      1714. In February 1713 Swift said, "He is the most considerable man in the
      House of Commons." His edition of Shakespeare was published by the
      University of Oxford in 1743-44. Pope called it "pompous," and sneered at
      Hanmer's "superior air" (Dunciad, iv. 105).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 5, note 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Elliot was keeper of the St. James's Coffee-house (see Letter 1).
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Forster suggested that the true reading is "writhing." If so, it is not
      necessary to suppose that Lady Giffard was the cause of it. Perhaps it is
      the word "tiger" that is corrupt.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 The Hon. Charles Boyle (1676-1731), of the Boyle and Bentley
      controversy, succeeded to the peerage as Lord Orrery in 1703. When he
      settled in London he became the centre of a Christ Church set, a strong
      adherent of Harley's party, and a member of Swift's "club." His son John,
      fifth Earl of Orrery, published Remarks on the Life and Writings of
      Jonathan Swift in 1751.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 William Domville, a landed proprietor in County Dublin, whom Swift
      called "perfectly as fine a gentleman as I know."
    </p>
    <p>
      19 On May 16, 1711, Swift wrote, "There will be an old to do." The word is
      found in Elizabethan writers in the sense of "more than enough." Cf.
      Macbeth, ii. 3: "If a man were porter of hell gate, he should have old
      turning the key."
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 3, note 10. Clements was related to Pratt, the Deputy
      Vice-Treasurer, and was probably the Robert Clements who became Deputy
      Vice-Treasurer, and whose grandson Robert was created Earl of Leitrim in
      1795.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Letter 5, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Swift's sister Jane, who had married a currier in Bride Street, named
      Joseph Fenton, a match to which Swift strongly objected. Deane Swift says
      that Swift never saw his sister again after the marriage; he had offered
      her 500 pounds if she would show a "proper disdain" of Fenton. On her
      husband's dying bankrupt, however, Swift paid her an annuity until 1738,
      when she died in the same lodging with Esther Johnson's mother, Mrs.
      Bridget Mose, at Farnham (Forster's Swift, pp. 118-19).
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Welbore Ellis, appointed Bishop of Kildare in 1705. He was translated
      to Meath in 1731, and died three years later.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 The expression of the Archbishop is, "I am not to conceal from you that
      some expressed a little jealously, that you would not be acceptable to the
      present courtiers; intimating that you were under the reputation of being
      a favourite of the late party in power" (King to Swift, Nov. 2, 1710).
    </p>
    <p>
      25 This indignant letter is dated Nov. 23, 1710. It produced an apologetic
      reply from the Archbishop (Nov. 30, 1710), who represented that the letter
      to Southwell was a snare laid in his way, since if he declined signing it,
      it might have been interpreted into disrespect to the Duke of Ormond. Of
      the bishops King said, "You cannot do yourself a greater service than to
      bring this to a good issue, to their shame and conviction."
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      LETTER 10.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 William Bromley (died 1732) was M.P. for the University of Oxford. A
      good debater and a strong High Churchman, he was Secretary of State from
      August 1713 until the Queen's death in the following year.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Colonel, afterwards Major-General, John Hill (died 1735) was younger
      brother of Mrs. Masham, the Queen's favourite, and a poor relation of the
      Duchess of Marlborough. He was wounded at Mons in 1709, and in 1711 was
      sent on an unsuccessful expedition to attack the French settlements in
      North America. In 1713 he was appointed to command the troops at Dunkirk.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 "The footmen in attendance at the Houses of Parliament used at this time
      to form themselves into a deliberative body, and usually debated the same
      points with their masters. It was jocularly said that several questions
      were lost by the Court party in the menial House of Lords which were
      carried triumphantly in the real assembly; which was at length explained
      by a discovery that the Scottish peers whose votes were sometimes decisive
      of a question had but few representatives in the convocation of lacqueys.
      The sable attendant mentioned by Swift, being an appendage of the brother
      of Mrs. Masham, the reigning favourite, had a title to the chair, the
      Court and Tory interest being exerted in his favour" (Scott). Steele
      alludes to the "Footmen's Parliament" in No. 88 of the Spectator.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 1, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 A Court of Equity abolished in the reign of Charles I. It met in the
      Camera Alba, or Whitehall, and the room appears to have retained the name
      of the old Court.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 6, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Swift's first contribution to the Examiner (No. 13) is dated Nov. 2,
      1710.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Seduced, induced. Dryden (Spanish Friar) has "To debauch a king to break
      his laws."
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Freeman (see Letter 9, note 10).
    </p>
    <p>
      10 "To make this intelligible, it is necessary to observe, that the words
      'this fortnight', in the preceding sentence, were first written in what he
      calls their little language, and afterwards scratched out and written
      plain. It must be confessed this little language, which passed current
      between Swift and Stella, has occasioned infinite trouble in the revisal
      of these papers" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Trim. An attack upon the liberties of this corporation is among the
      political offences of Wharton's Lieutenancy of Ireland set forth in
      Swift's Short Character of the Earl of Wharton.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Apologies.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 "A Description of the Morning," in No. 9 of the Tatler.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 6, note 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 William Palliser (died 1726).
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 4, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 "Here he writ with his eyes shut; and the writing is somewhat crooked,
      although as well in other respects as if his eyes had been open" (Deane
      Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Tatler, No. 249; cf. p. 93. During this visit to London Swift
      contributed to only three Tatlers, viz. Nos. 230, 238, and 258.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 St. Andrew's Day.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 No. 241.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Tatler, No. 258.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Lieutenant-General Philip Bragg, Colonel of the 28th Regiment of Foot,
      and M.P. for Armagh, died in 1759.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 James Cecil, fifth Earl of Salisbury, who died in 1728.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 See Letter 2, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 See Letter 8, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Kneller seems never to have painted Swift's portrait.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 On Nov. 25 and 28.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Arthur Annesley, M.P. for Cambridge University, had recently become
      fifth Earl of Anglesea, on the death of his brother (see Letter 3, note
      35). Under George I. he was Joint Treasurer of Ireland, and Treasurer at
      War.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 A Short Character of the Earl of Wharton, by Swift himself, though the
      authorship was not suspected at the time. "Archbishop King," says Scott,
      "would have hardly otherwise ventured to mention it to Swift in his letter
      of Jan. 9, 1710, as 'a wound given in the dark.'" Elsewhere, however, in a
      note, Swift hints that Archbishop King was really aware of the authorship
      of the pamphlet.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 A false report. (See Letter 11, note 4.)
    </p>
    <p>
      31 None of these Commissioners of Revenue lost their places at this time.
      Samuel Ogle was Commissioner from 1699 to 1714; John South from 1696 until
      his death in 1711; and Sir William St. Quintin, Bart., from 1706 to 1713.
      Stephen Ludlow succeeded South in September 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 See Letter 7, note 35.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 James Hamilton, sixth Earl of Abercorn (1656-1734), a Scotch peer who
      had strongly supported the Union of 1706.
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      LETTER 11.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 L'Estrange speaks of "insipid twittle twattles." Johnson calls this "a
      vile word."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 A cousin of Swift's; probably a son of William Swift.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Nicholas Sankey (died 1722) succeeded Lord Lovelace as Colonel of a
      Regiment of Foot in Ireland in 1689. He became Brigadier-General in 1704,
      Major-General 1707, and Lieutenant-General 1710. He served in Spain, and
      was taken prisoner at the battle of the Caya in 1709.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 10, note 30.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 The Earl of Abercorn (see Letter 10, note 33) married, in 1686,
      Elizabeth, only child of Sir Robert Reading, Bart., of Dublin, by Jane,
      Dowager Countess of Mountrath. Lady Abercorn survived her husband twenty
      years, dying in 1754, aged eighty-six.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Charles Lennox, first Duke of Richmond and Gordon (1672-1723), was the
      illegitimate son of Charles II. by Madame de Querouaille.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Sir Robert Raymond, afterwards Lord Raymond (1673-1733), M.P. for
      Bishop's Castle, Shropshire, was appointed Solicitor-General in May 1710,
      and was knighted in October. He was removed from office on the accession
      of George I., but was made Attorney-General in 1720, and in 1724 became a
      judge of the King's Bench. In the following year he was made Lord
      Chief-Justice, and was distinguished both for his learning and his
      impartiality.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Lynn-Regis.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Richard Savage, fourth Earl Rivers, the father of Richard Savage, the
      poet. Under the Whigs Lord Rivers was Envoy to Hanover; and after his
      conversion by Harley, he was Constable of the Tower under the Tories. He
      died in 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Chancellor of the Exchequer in Ireland from 1695 until his death in
      1717.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Lord Shelburne's clever sister, Anne, only daughter of Sir William
      Petty, and wife of Thomas Fitzmaurice, Lord of Kerry, afterwards created
      first Earl of Kerry.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Mrs. Pratt, an Irish friend of Lady Kerry, lodged at Lord Shelburne's
      during her visit to London. The reference to Clements (see Letter 9, note
      20), Pratt's relative, in the Journal for April 14, 1711, makes it clear
      that Mrs. Pratt was the wife of the Deputy Vice-Treasurer of Ireland, to
      whom Swift often alludes (see Letter 3, note 10).
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Lieutenant-General Thomas Meredith, Major-General Maccartney, and
      Brigadier Philip Honeywood. They alleged that their offence only amounted
      to drinking a health to the Duke of Marlborough, and confusion to his
      enemies. But the Government said that an example must be made, because
      various officers had dropped dangerous expressions about standing by their
      General, Marlborough, who was believed to be aiming at being made Captain
      General for life. For Maccartney see the Journal for Nov. 15, 1712, seq.
      Meredith, who was appointed Adjutant-General of the Forces in 1701, was
      made a Lieutenant-General in 1708. He saw much service under William III.,
      and Marlborough, and was elected M.P. for Midhurst in 1709. He died in
      1719 (Dalton's Army Lists, III. 181). Honeywood entered the army in 1694;
      was at Namur; and was made a Brigadier-General before 1711. After the
      accession of George I. he became Colonel of a Regiment of Dragoons, and
      commanded a division at Dettingen. At his death in 1752 he was acting as
      Governor of Portsmouth, with the rank of General (Dalton, iv. 30).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Or "malkin"; a counterfeit, or scarecrow.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 William Cadogan, Lieutenant-General and afterwards Earl Cadogan
      (1675-1726), a great friend of Marlborough, was Envoy to the United
      Provinces and Spanish Flanders. Cadogan retained the post of Lieutenant to
      the Tower until 1715.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Earl Cadogan's father, Henry Cadogan, barrister, married Bridget,
      daughter of Sir Hardresse Waller, and sister of Elizabeth, Baroness
      Shelburne in her own right.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 5, note 30.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Cadogan married Margaretta, daughter of William Munter, Counsellor of
      the Court of Holland.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Presumably the eldest son, William, who succeeded his father as second
      Earl of Kerry in 1741, and died in 1747. He was at Eton and Christ Church,
      Oxford, and was afterwards a Colonel in the Coldstream Guards.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Henry Petty, third Lord Shelburne, who became Earl of Shelburne in
      1719. His son predeceased him, without issue, and on Lord Shelburne's
      death, in 1751, his honours became extinct. His daughter Anne also died
      without issue.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 The menagerie, which had been one of the sights of London, was removed
      from the Tower in 1834. In his account of the Tory Fox Hunter in No. 47 of
      the Freeholder, Addison says, "Our first visit was to the lions."
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Bethlehem Hospital, for lunatics, in Moorfields, was a popular "sight"
      in the eighteenth century. Cf. the Tatler, No. 30: "On Tuesday last I took
      three lads, who are under my guardianship, a rambling, in a hackney coach,
      to show them the town: as the lions, the tombs, Bedlam."
    </p>
    <p>
      23 The Royal Society met at Gresham College from 1660 to 1710. The
      professors of the College lectured on divinity, civil law, astronomy,
      music, geometry, rhetoric, and physic.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 The most important of the puppet-shows was Powell's, in the Little
      Piazza, Covent Garden, which is frequently mentioned in the Tatler.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 The precise nature this negligent costume is not known, but it is
      always decried by popular writers of the time.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Retched. Bacon has "Patients must not keck at them at the first."
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Swift was born on November 30.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Mrs. De la Riviere Manley, daughter of Sir Roger Manley, and cousin of
      John Manley, M.P., and Isaac Manley (see Letter 3, note 3), wrote poems
      and plays, but is best known for her "Secret Memoirs and Manners of
      Several Persons of Quality, of both sexes. From the New Atalantis, 1709,"
      a book abounding in scandalous references to her contemporaries. She was
      arrested in October, but was discharged in Feb. 1710. In May 1710 she
      brought out a continuation of the New Atalantis, called "Memoirs of Europe
      towards the Close of the Eighth Century." In June 1711 she became editress
      of the Tory Examiner, and wrote political pamphlets with Swift's
      assistance. Afterwards she lived with Alderman Barber, the printer, at
      whose office she died in 1724. In her will she mentioned her "much
      honoured friend, the Dean of St. Patrick, Dr. Swift."
    </p>
    <p>
      29 "He seems to have written these words in a whim; for the sake of what
      follows" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      30 See Letter 8, note 33.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 No. 249 (see Letter 10, note 18).
    </p>
    <p>
      32 See Letter 5, note 34.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 In a letter to the Rev. Dr. Tisdall, of Dec. 16, 1703, Swift said:
      "I'll teach you a way to outwit Mrs. Johnson: it is a new-fashioned way of
      being witty, and they call it a bite. You must ask a bantering question,
      or tell some damned lie in a serious manner, and then she will answer or
      speak as if you were in earnest; and then cry you, 'Madam, there's a
      bite!' I would not have you undervalue this, for it is the constant
      amusement in Court, and everywhere else among the great people." See, too,
      the Tatler, No. 12, and Spectator, Nos. 47, 504: "In a word, a Biter is
      one who thinks you a fool, because you do not think him a knave."
    </p>
    <p>
      34 See Letter 9, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 "As I hope to be saved;" a favourite phrase in the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 See Letter 7, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      37 This statement receives some confirmation from a pamphlet published in
      September 1710, called "A Condoling Letter to the Tatler: On Account of
      the Misfortunes of Isaac Bickerstaf Esq., a Prisoner in the &mdash;&mdash;
      on Suspicion of Debt."
    </p>
    <p>
      38 Dr. Lambert, chaplain to Lord Wharton, was censured in Convocation for
      being the author of a libellous letter.
    </p>
    <p>
      39 Probably the same person as Dr. Griffith, spoken of in the Journal for
      March 3, 1713,&mdash;when he was ill,&mdash;as having been "very tender
      of" Stella.
    </p>
    <p>
      40 See Letter 9, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      41 Vexed, offended. Elsewhere Swift wrote, "I am apt to grate the ears of
      more than I could wish."
    </p>
    <p>
      42 Ambrose Philips, whose Pastorals had been published in the same volume
      of Tonson's Miscellany as Pope's. Two years later Swift wrote, "I should
      certainly have provided for him had he not run party mad." In 1712 his
      play, The Distrest Mother, received flattering notice in the Spectator,
      and in 1713, to Pope's annoyance, Philips' Pastorals were praised in the
      Guardian. His pretty poems to children led Henry Carey to nickname him
      "Namby Pamby."
    </p>
    <p>
      43 An equestrian statue of William III., in College Green, Dublin. It was
      common, in the days of party, for students of the University of Dublin to
      play tricks with this statue.
    </p>
    <p>
      44 Lieutenant-General Richard Ingoldsby (died 1712) was Commander of the
      Forces in Ireland, and one of the Lords Justices in the absence of the
      Lord Lieutenant.
    </p>
    <p>
      45 This seems to have been a mistake; cf. Journal for July 13, 1711, Alan
      Brodrick, afterwards Viscount Midleton, a Whig politician and lawyer, was
      made Chief Justice of the Queen's Bench in Ireland in 1709, but was
      removed from office in June 1711, when Sir Richard Cox succeeded him. On
      the accession of George I. he was appointed Lord Chancellor for Ireland.
      Afterwards he declined to accept the dedication to him of Swift's Drapiers
      Letters, and supported the prosecution of the author. He died in 1728.
    </p>
    <p>
      46 Robert Doyne was appointed Chief Baron of the Exchequer in Ireland in
      1695, and Chief Justice of the Common Pleas in 1703. This appointment was
      revoked on the accession of George I.
    </p>
    <p>
      47 See Letter 9, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      48 Of the University of Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      49 See Letter 2, note 18 and Letter 3, note 4. Sir Thomas Frankland's
      eldest son, Thomas, who afterwards succeeded to the baronetcy, acquired a
      fortune with his first wife, Dinah, daughter of Francis Topham, of
      Agelthorpe, Yorkshire. He died in 1747.
    </p>
    <p>
      50 See Letter 8, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      51 see Letter 4, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      52 Mary, daughter of Sir John Williams, Bart., and widow of Charles Petty,
      second Lord Shelburne, who died in 1696. She had married, as her second
      husband, Major-General Conyngham, and, as her third husband, Colonel
      Dallway.
    </p>
    <p>
      53 Dr. John Vesey became Bishop of Limerick in 1672, and Archbishop of
      Tuam in 1678. He died in 1716.
    </p>
    <p>
      54 See Letter 3, note 39.
    </p>
    <p>
      55 Sex.
    </p>
    <p>
      56 Toby Caulfeild, third son of the fifth Lord Charlemont. In 1689 he was
      Colonel to the Earl of Drogheda's Regiment of Foot, and about 1705 he
      succeeded to the command of Lord Skerrin's Regiment of Foot. After serving
      in Spain his regiment was reduced, having lost most of its men (Luttrell,
      vi. 158).
    </p>
    <p>
      57 John Campbell, second Duke of Argyle (1680-1743), was installed a
      Knight of the Garter in December 1710, after he had successfully opposed a
      vote of thanks to Marlborough, with whom he had quarrelled. It was of this
      nobleman that Pope wrote&mdash; "Argyle, the State's whole thunder born to
      wield, And shake alike the senate and the field." In a note to Macky's
      Memoirs, Swift describes the Duke as an "ambitious, covetous, cunning
      Scot, who had no principle but his own interests and greatness."
    </p>
    <p>
      58 Harley's second wife, Sarah, daughter of Simon Middleton, of Edmonton,
      and sister of Sir Hugh Middleton, Bart. She died, without issue, in 1737.
    </p>
    <p>
      59 Elizabeth Harley, then unmarried, the daughter of Harley's first wife,
      Elizabeth, daughter of Thomas Foley, of Whitley Court, Worcestershire. She
      subsequently married the Marquis of Caermarthen, afterwards Duke of Leeds.
    </p>
    <p>
      60 Harcourt (see Letter 3, note 24).
    </p>
    <p>
      61 William Stawel, the third baron, who succeeded to the title in 1692,
      was half-brother to the second Baron Stawel. The brother here referred to
      was Edward, who succeeded to the title as fourth baron in 1742.
    </p>
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      LETTER 12.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Charles Finch, third Earl of Winchelsea, son of Lord Maidstone, and
      grandson of Heneage, second Earl of Winchelsea. On his death in 1712 Swift
      spoke of him as "a worthy honest gentleman, and particular friend of
      mine."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Vedeau was a shopkeeper, who abandoned his trade for the army (Journal,
      March 28, April 4, 1711). Swift calls him "a lieutenant, who is now broke,
      and upon half pay" (Journal, Nov. 18, 1712)
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Sir Edmund Bacon, Bart. (died 1721), of Herringflat, Suffolk, succeeded
      his father in the baronetcy in 1686.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 The reverse at Brihuega.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 8, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 John Barber, a printer, became Lord Mayor of London in 1732, and died in
      1741. Mrs. Manley was his mistress, and died at his printing office. Swift
      speaks of Barber as his "very good and old friend."
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Bernage was an officer serving under Colonel Fielding. In August 1710 a
      difficulty arose through Arbuthnot trying to get his brother George made
      Captain over Bernage's head; but ultimately Arbuthnot waived the business,
      because he would not wrong a friend of Swift's.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 1, note 52.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 George Smalridge (1663-1719), the High Church divine and popular
      preacher, was made Dean of Carlisle in 1711, and Bishop of Bristol in
      1714. Steele spoke of him in the Tatler (Nos. 73, 114) as "abounding in
      that sort of virtue and knowledge which makes religion beautiful."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 St. Albans Street, Pall Mall, was removed in 1815 to make way for
      Waterloo Place. It was named after Henry Jermyn, Earl of St. Albans.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Ben Portlack, the Duke of Ormond's secretary.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Algernon Seymour, Earl of Hertford (1684-1750), only son of Charles
      Seymour, Duke of Somerset. Lord Hertford succeeded to the dukedom in 1748.
      From 1708 to 1722 he was M.P. for Northumberland, and from 1708 to 1713 he
      took an active part in the war in Flanders.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 A Short Character of the Earl of Wharton (see Letter 10. note 29).
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Henry Herbert, the last Baron Herbert of Cherbury, succeeded to the
      peerage in 1709, and soon afterwards married a sister of the Earl of
      Portsmouth. A ruined man, he committed suicide in 1738.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Nos. 257, 260.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 6, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 "AFTER is interlined" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      20 With this account may be compared what Pope says, as recorded in
      Spence's Anecdotes, p. 223: "Lord Peterborough could dictate letters to
      nine amanuenses together, as I was assured by a gentleman who saw him do
      it when Ambassador at Turin. He walked round the room, and told each of
      them in his turn what he was to write. One perhaps was a letter to the
      emperor, another to an old friend, a third to a mistress, a fourth to a
      statesman, and so on: yet he carried so many and so different connections
      in his head, all at the same time."
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Francis Atterbury, Dean of Carlisle, had taken an active part in the
      defence of Dr. Sacheverell. After a long period of suspense he received
      the appointment of Dean of Christ Church, and in 1713 he was made Bishop
      of Rochester and Dean of Westminster. Atterbury was on intimate terms with
      Swift, Pope, and other writers on the Tory side, and Addison&mdash;at
      whose funeral the Bishop officiated&mdash;described him as "one of the
      greatest geniuses of his age."
    </p>
    <p>
      22 John Carteret, second Baron Carteret, afterwards to be well known as a
      statesman, succeeded to the peerage in 1695, and became Earl Granville and
      Viscount Carteret on the death of his brother in 1744. He died in 1763. In
      October 1710, when twenty years of age, he had married Frances, only
      daughter of Sir Robert Worsley, Bart., of Appuldurcombe, Isle of Wight.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Dillon Ashe, D.D., Vicar of Finglas, and brother of the Bishop of
      Clogher. In 1704 he was made Archdeacon of Clogher, and in 1706 Chancellor
      of Armagh. He seems to have been too fond of drink.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Henley (see Letter 6, note 15) married Mary, daughter of Peregrine
      Bertie, the second son of Montagu, Earl of Lindsey, and with her obtained
      a fortune of 30,000 pounds. After Henley's death his widow married her
      relative, Henry Bertie, third son of James, Earl of Abingdon.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Hebrews v. 6.
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      LETTER 13.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Probably Mrs. Manley and John Barber (see Letter 11, note 28 and Letter
      12, note 6).
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Sir Andrew Fountaine's (see Letter 5, note 28) father, Andrew Fountaine,
      M.P., married Sarah, daughter of Sir Thomas Chicheley, Master of the
      Ordnance. Sir Andrew's sister, Elizabeth, married Colonel Edward Clent.
      The "scoundrel brother," Brig, died in 1746, aged sixty-four (Blomefield's
      Norfolk, vi. 233-36).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Dame Overdo, the justice's wife in Ben Jonson's Bartholomew Fair.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 3, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Atterbury, who had recently been elected Prolocutor to the Lower House
      of Convocation.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Dr. Sterne, Dean of St. Patrick's, was not married.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 January 6 was Twelfth-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Garraway's Coffee-house, in Change Alley, was founded by Thomas Garway,
      the first coffee-man who sold and retailed tea. A room upstairs was used
      for sales of wine "by the candle."
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Sir Constantine Phipps, who had taken an active part in Sacheverell's
      defence. Phipps' interference in elections in the Tory interest made him
      very unpopular in Dublin, and he was recalled on the death of Queen Anne.
    </p>
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10 Joseph Trapp, one of the seven poets alluded to in the distich:&mdash;
"Alma novem genuit celebres Rhedycina poetas,      Bubb, Stubb, Gru
 Trapp wrote a tragedy in 1704, and in 1708 was chosen the first
Professor of Poetry at Oxford. In 1710 he published pamphlets on behalf
of Sacheverell, and in 1712 Swift secured for him the post of chaplain
to Bolingbroke. During his latter years he held several good livings.
Elsewhere Swift calls him a "coxcomb."
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    <p>
      11 See Letter 7, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 The extreme Tories, who afterwards formed the October Club.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Crowd. A Jacobean writer speaks of "the lurry of lawyers," and "a lurry
      and rabble of poor friars."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 5, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 St. John's first wife was Frances, daughter and co-heiress of Sir Henry
      Winchcombe, Bart., of Berkshire, and in her right St. John enjoyed the
      estates of Bucklebury, which on her death in 1718 passed to her sister. In
      April 1711 Swift said that "poor Mrs. St. John" was growing a great
      favourite of his; she was going to Bath owing to ill-health, and begged
      him to take care of her husband. She "said she had none to trust but me,
      and the poor creature's tears came fresh in her eyes." Though the marriage
      was, naturally enough, unhappy, she did not leave St. John's house until
      1713, and she returned to him when he fell from power. There are letters
      from her to Swift as late as 1716, not only doing her best to defend his
      honour, but speaking of him with tenderness.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 "Battoon" means (1) a truncheon; (2) a staff of office. Luttrell, in
      1704, speaks of "a battoon set with diamonds sent him from the French
      king."
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Edward Harley, second son of Sir Edward Harley, was M.P. for Leominster
      and Recorder of the same town. In 1702 he was appointed Auditor of the
      Imposts, a post which he held until his death in 1735. His wife, Sarah,
      daughter of Thomas Foley, was a sister of Robert Harley's wife, and his
      eldest son eventually became third Earl of Oxford. Harley published
      several books on biblical subjects.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 6, note 12. The last number of Steele's Tatler appeared on
      Jan. 2, 1711; Harrison's paper reached to fifty-two numbers.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Dryden Leach (see Letter 7, note 22).
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Cf. Letter 7, October 28th.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Published by John Baker and John Morphew. See Aitken's Life of Steele,
      i. 299-301.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 In No. 224 of the Tatler, Addison, speaking of polemical
      advertisements, says: "The inventors of Strops for Razors have written
      against one another this way for several years, and that with great
      bitterness." See also Spectator, Nos. 428, 509, and the Postman for March
      23, 1703: "The so much famed strops for setting razors, etc., are only to
      be had at Jacob's Coffee-house.... Beware of counterfeits, for such are
      abroad."
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Sir John Holland (see Letter 3, note 28).
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Addison speaks of a fine flaxen long wig costing thirty guineas
      (Guardian, No. 97), and Duumvir's fair wig, which Phillis threw into the
      fire, cost forty guineas (Tatler, No. 54)
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Swift's mother, Abigail Erick, was of a Leicestershire family, and
      after her husband's death she spent much of her time with her friends near
      her old home. Mr. Worrall, vicar of St. Patrick's, with whom Swift was on
      terms of intimacy in 1728-29, was evidently a relative of the Worralls
      where Mrs. Swift had lodged, and we may reasonably suppose that he owed
      the living to Swift's interest in the family.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 The title of a humorous poem by Lydgate. A "lickpenny" is a greedy or
      grasping person.
    </p>
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27 Small wooden blocks used for lighting fires. See Swift ("Description
of the Morning"),     "The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep,
      Till drowned in shriller notes of chimney-sweep;" and Gay (Trivia, ii.
35),     "When small-coal murmurs in the hoarser throat,
      From smutty dangers guard thy threatened coat."
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      28 The Tory Ministers.
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      LETTER 14.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 7, note 22.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Thomas Southerne's play of Oroonoko, based on Mrs. Aphra Behn's novel of
      the same name, was first acted in 1696.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 "Mrs." Cross created the part of Mrs. Clerimont in Steele's Tender
      Husband in 1705.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 12, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 George Granville, afterwards Lord Lansdowne, was M.P. for Cornwall, and
      Secretary at War. In December 1711 he was raised to the peerage, and in
      1712 was appointed Comptroller of the Household. He died in 1735, when the
      title became extinct. Granville wrote plays and poems, and was a patron of
      both Dryden and Pope. Pope called him "Granville the polite." His Works in
      Verse and Prose appeared in 1732.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Samuel Masham, son of Sir Francis Masham, Bart., had been a page to the
      Queen while Princess of Denmark, and an equerry and gentleman of the
      bed-chamber to Prince George. He married Abigail Hill (see Letter 16, note
      7), daughter of Francis Hill, a Turkey merchant, and sister of General
      John Hill, and through that lady's influence with the Queen he was raised
      to the peerage as Baron Masham, in January 1712. Under George I. he was
      Remembrancer of the Exchequer. He died in 1758.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 A roughly printed pamphlet, The Honourable Descent, Life, and True
      Character of the... Earl of Wharton, appeared early in 1711, in reply to
      Swift's Short Character; but that can hardly be the pamphlet referred to
      here, because it is directed against libellers and backbiters, and cannot
      be described as "pretty civil."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 "In that word (the seven last words of the sentence huddled into one)
      there were some puzzling characters" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Sir Robert Worsley, Bart., married, in 1690, Frances, only daughter of
      the first Viscount Weymouth. Their daughter Frances married Lord Carteret
      (see Letter 12, note 22) in 1710. In a letter to Colonel Hunter in March
      1709 Swift spoke of Lady (then Mrs.) Worsley as one of the principal
      beauties in town. See, too, Swift's letter to her of April 19, 1730: "My
      Lady Carteret has been the best queen we have known in Ireland these many
      years; yet is she mortally hated by all the young girls, because (and it
      is your fault) she is handsomer than all of them together."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 3, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 5, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 William Stratford, son of Nicholas Stratford, Bishop of Chester, was
      Archdeacon of Richmond and Canon of Christ Church, Oxford, until his death
      in 1729.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 3, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 James, third Earl of Berkeley (1680-1736), whom Swift calls a "young
      rake" (see Letter 16, note 15). The young Countess of Berkeley was only
      sixteen on her marriage. In 1714 she was appointed a lady of the
      bed-chamber to Caroline, Princess of Wales, and she died of smallpox in
      1717, aged twenty-two. The Earl was an Admiral, and saw much service
      between 1701 and 1710; under George I. he was First Lord of the Admiralty.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Edward Wettenhall was Bishop of Kilmore from 1699 to 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 In the Dedication to The Tale of a Tub Swift had addressed Somers in
      very different terms: "There is no virtue, either in public or private
      life, which some circumstances of your own have not often produced upon
      the stage of the world."
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Their lodgings, opposite to St. Mary's Church in Stafford Street,
      Dublin.
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      LETTER 15.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 The Stamp Act was not passed until June 1712: see the Journal for Aug.
      7, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Both in St. James's Park. The Canal was formed by Charles II. from
      several small ponds, and Rosamond's Pond was a sheet of water in the
      south-west corner of the Park, "long consecrated," as Warburton said, "to
      disastrous love and elegiac poetry." It is often mentioned as a place of
      assignation in Restoration plays. Evelyn (Diary, Dec. 1, 1662) describes
      the "scheets" used on the Canal.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Mrs. Beaumont.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 The first direct mention of Hester Vanhomrigh. She is referred to only
      in two other places in the Journal (Feb. 14, 1710-11, and Aug, 14, 1711).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 3, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 No. 27, by Swift himself.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 No. 7 of Harrison's series.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 The printers of the original Tatler.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Harley had forwarded to Swift a banknote for fifty pounds (see Journal,
      March 7, 1710-11).
    </p>
    <p>
      10 At Moor Park.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Scott says that Swift here alludes to some unidentified pamphlet of
      which he was the real or supposed author.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 11, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 The Examiner.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 6, note 43.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Mistaken.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Mrs. De Caudres, "over against St. Mary's Church, near Capel Street,"
      where Stella now lodged.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 "A crease in the sheet" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      18 "In the original it was, good mallows, little sollahs. But in these
      words, and many others, he writes constantly ll for rr" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 4, note 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 "Those letters which are in italics in the original are of a monstrous
      size, which occasioned his calling himself a loggerhead" (Deane Swift).
      (Italics replaced by capitals for the transcription of this etext.)
    </p>
    <p>
      21 I.e., to ask whether.
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      LETTER 16.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Harcourt.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 "A shilling passes for thirteenpence in Ireland" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Robert Cope, a gentleman of learning with whom Swift corresponded.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Archdeacon Morris is not mentioned in Cotton's Fasti Ecclesiae
      Hiberniae.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 14, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 10, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Abigail Hill, afterwards Lady Masham, had been introduced into the
      Queens service as bed-chamber woman by the Duchess of Marlborough. Her
      High Church and Tory views recommended her to Queen Anne, and in 1707 she
      was privately married to Mr. Samuel Masham, a gentleman in the service of
      Prince George (see Letter 14, note 6). The Duchess of Marlborough
      discovered that Mrs. Masham's cousin, Harley, was using her influence to
      further his own interests with the Queen; and in spite of her violence the
      Duchess found herself gradually supplanted. From 1710 Mrs. Masham's only
      rival in the royal favour was the Duchess of Somerset. Afterwards she
      quarrelled with Harley and joined the Bolingbroke faction.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 4, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 No. 14 of Harrison's series.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 15, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Richard Duke, a minor poet and friend of Dryden's, entered the Church
      about 1685. In July 1710 he was presented by the Bishop of Winchester to
      the living of Witney, Oxfordshire, which was worth 700 pounds a year.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Sir Jonathan Trelawney, one of the seven bishops committed to the Tower
      in 1688, was translated to Winchester in 1707, when he appointed Duke to
      be his chaplain.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 4, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 3, note 39.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 14, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 7, note 28.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Cf. Feb. 22, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Esther Johnson lodged opposite St. Mary's in Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 This famous Tory club began with the meeting together of a few extreme
      Tories at the Bell in Westminster. The password to the Club&mdash;"October"&mdash;was
      one easy of remembrance to a country gentleman who loved his ale.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 "Duke" Disney, "not an old man, but an old rake," died in 1731. Gay
      calls him "facetious Disney," and Swift says that all the members of the
      Club "love him mightily." Lady M. W. Montagu speaks of his
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      Which showed the stupid joke which lurked within."
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    <p>
      Disney was a French Huguenot refugee, and his real name was Desaulnais. He
      commanded an Irish regiment, and took part in General Hill's expedition to
      Canada in 1711 (Kingsford's Canada, ii. 465). By his will (Wentworth
      papers, 109) he "left nothing to his poor relations, but very handsome to
      his bottle companions."
    </p>
    <p>
      21 There were several Colonel Fieldings in the first half of the
      eighteenth century, and it is not clear which is the one referred to by
      Swift. Possibly he was the Edmund Fielding&mdash;grandson of the first
      Earl of Denbigh&mdash;who died a Lieutenant-General in 1741, at the age of
      sixty-three, but is best known as the father of Henry Fielding, the
      novelist.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Cf. Feb. 17, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 3, note 37.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 "It is a measured mile round the outer wall; and far beyond any the
      finest square in London" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      25 "The common fare for a set-down in Dublin" (ib.).
    </p>
    <p>
      26 "Mrs. Stoyte lived at Donnybrook, the road to which from Stephen's
      Green ran into the country about a mile from the south-east corner" (ib.).
    </p>
    <p>
      27 "Those words in italics are written in a very large hand, and so is the
      word large" (ib.). (Italics replaced by capitals for the transcription of
      this etext.)
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Deane Swift alters "lele" to "there," but in a note states how he here
      altered Swift's "cypher way of writing." No doubt "lele" and other
      favourite words occurred frequently in the MS., as they do in the later
      letters.
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      LETTER 17.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Sir Thomas Mansel, Bart., Comptroller of the Household to Queen Anne,
      and a Lord of the Treasury, was raised to the peerage in December 1711 as
      Baron Mansel of Margam. He died in 1723.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Lady Betty Butler and Lady Betty Germaine (see Letter 3, note 40 and
      Letter 4, note 3).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 James Eckershall, "second clerk of the Queen's Privy Kitchen."
      Chamberlayne (Magnae Britanniae Notitia, 1710, p. 536) says that his wages
      were 11 pounds, 8 shillings and a penny-ha'penny, and board-wages 138
      pounds, 11 shillings and tenpence-ha'penny, making 150 pounds in all.
      Afterwards Eckershall was gentleman usher to Queen Anne; he died at
      Drayton in 1753, aged seventy-four. Pope was in correspondence with him in
      1720 on the subject of contemplated speculations in South Sea and other
      stocks.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 In October 1710 (see Letter 6, note 44) Swift wrote as if he knew about
      the preparation of these Miscellanies. The volume was published by Morphew
      instead of Tooke, and it is frequently referred to in the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 In 1685 the Duke of Ormond (see Letter 2, note 10) married, as his
      second wife, Lady Mary Somerset, eldest surviving daughter of Henry, first
      Duke of Beaufort.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Arthur Moore, M.P., was a Commissioner of Trade and Plantations from
      1710 until his death in 1730. Gay calls him "grave," and Pope ("Prologue
      to the Satires," 23) says that Moore blamed him for the way in which his
      "giddy son," James Moore Smythe, neglected the law.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 James, Lord Paisley, who succeeded his father (see Letter 10, note 33)
      as seventh Earl of Abercorn in 1734, married, in 1711, Anne, eldest
      daughter of Colonel John Plumer, of Blakesware, Herts.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Harley's ill-health was partly due to his drinking habits.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Crowd or confusion.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 The first wife of Charles Seymour, sixth Duke of Somerset, was Lady
      Elizabeth Percy, only daughter of Joscelyn, eleventh Earl of
      Northumberland, and heiress of the house of Percy. She married the Duke,
      her third husband, at the age of eighteen.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 John Richardson, D.D., rector of Armagh, Cavan, and afterwards chaplain
      to the Duke of Ormond. In 1711 he published a Proposal for the Conversion
      of the Popish Natives of Ireland to the Established Religion, and in 1712
      a Short History of the Attempts to Convert the Popish Natives of Ireland.
      In 1709 the Lower House of Convocation in Ireland had passed resolutions
      for printing the Bible and liturgy in Irish, providing Irish preachers,
      etc. In 1711 Thomas Parnell, the poet, headed a deputation to the Queen on
      the subject, when an address was presented; but nothing came of the
      proposals, owing to fears that the English interest in Ireland might be
      injured. In 1731 Richardson was given the small deanery of Kilmacluagh.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Feb. 27, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Harley.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 "Bank bill for fifty pound," taking the alternate letters (see Letter
      15, note 9).
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 5, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Nos. 27 and 29, by Swift himself.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 "Print cannot do justice to whims of this kind, as they depend wholly
      upon the awkward shape of the letters" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 8, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 "Here is just one specimen given of his way of writing to Stella in
      these journals. The reader, I hope, will excuse my omitting it in all
      other places where it occurs. The meaning of this pretty language is: 'And
      you must cry There, and Here, and Here again. Must you imitate Presto,
      pray? Yes, and so you shall. And so there's for your letter. Good-morrow'"
      (Deane Swift). What Swift really wrote was probably as follows: "Oo must
      cly Lele and Lele and Lele aden. Must oo mimitate Pdfr, pay? Iss, and so
      oo sall. And so lele's fol oo rettle. Dood-mallow."
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Lady Catherine Morice (died 1716) was the eldest daughter of Thomas
      Herbert, Earl of Pembroke, and wife of Sir Nicholas Morice, Bart., M.P.
      for Newport.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Perhaps Henry Arundell, who succeeded his father as fifth Baron
      Arundell of Wardour in 1712, and died in 1726.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Antoine, Abbe de Bourlie and Marquis de Guiscard, was a cadet of a
      distinguished family of the south of France. He joined the Church, but
      having been driven from France in consequence of his licentious excesses,
      he came to England, after many adventures in Europe, with a recommendation
      from the Duke of Savoy. Godolphin gave him the command of a regiment of
      refugees, and employed him in projects for effecting a landing in France.
      These schemes proving abortive, Guiscard's regiment was disbanded, and he
      was discharged with a pension of 500 pounds a year. Soon after the Tories
      came to power Guiscard came to the conclusion that there was no hope of
      employment for him, and little chance of receiving his pension; and he
      began a treacherous correspondence with the French. When this was detected
      he was brought before the Privy Council, and finding that everything was
      known, and wishing a better death than hanging, he stabbed Harley in the
      breast. Mrs. Manley, under Swift's directions, wrote a Narrative of
      Guiscard's Examination, and the incident greatly added to the security of
      Harley's position, and to the strength of the Government.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Harley's surgeon, Mr. Green.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 See Letter 9, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Mrs. Walls' baby (see Feb 5, 1711).
    </p>
    <p>
      26 The phrase had its origin in the sharp practices in the horse and
      cattle markets. Writing to Arbuthnot in 1727, Swift said that Gay "had
      made a pretty good bargain (that is a Smithfield) for a little place in
      the Custom House."
    </p>
    <p>
      27 "There."
    </p>
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      LETTER 18.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 See Swift's paper in the Examiner, No. 32, and Mrs. Manley's pamphlet,
      already mentioned.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Presumably Mrs. Johnson's palsy-water (see Letter 5, note 17).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (1672-1739), was created Viscount Wentworth
      and Earl of Strafford in June 1711. Lord Raby was Envoy and Ambassador at
      Berlin for some years, and was appointed Ambassador at the Hague in March
      1711. In November he was nominated as joint Plenipotentiary with the
      Bishop of Bristol to negotiate the terms of peace. He objected to Prior as
      a colleague; Swift says he was "as proud as hell." In 1715 it was proposed
      to impeach Strafford, but the proceedings were dropped. In his later years
      he was, according to Lord Hervey, a loquacious and illiterate, but
      constant, speaker in the House of Lords.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 A beauty, to whom Swift addressed verses in 1708. During the frost of
      January 1709 Swift wrote: "Mrs. Floyd looked out with both her eyes, and
      we had one day's thaw; but she drew in her head, and it now freezes as
      hard as ever." She was a great friend of Lady Betty Germaine's.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Swift never had the smallpox.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 12, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Heart.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 The first number of the Spectator appeared on March 1, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 In one of his poems Swift speaks of Stella "sossing in an easy-chair."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 4, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 "It is reasonable to suppose that Swift's acquaintance with Arbuthnot
      commenced just about this time; for in the original letter Swift misspells
      his name, and writes it Arthbuthnet, in a clear large hand, that MD might
      not mistake any of the letters" (Deane Swift). Dr. John Arbuthnot had been
      made Physician in Ordinary to the Queen; he was one of Swift's dearest
      friends.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Clobery Bromley, M.P. for Coventry, son of William Bromley, M.P. (see
      Letter 10, note 1), died on March 20, 1711, and Boyer (Political State, i.
      255) says that the House, "out of respect to the father, and to give him
      time, both to perform the funeral rites and to indulge his just
      affliction," adjourned until the 26th.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 5, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 17, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Sir John Perceval, Bart. (died 1748), was created Baron Perceval 1715,
      Viscount Perceval 1722, and Earl of Egmont 1733, all in the Irish peerage.
      He married, in 1710, Catherine, eldest daughter of Sir Philip Parker
      A'Morley, Bart., of Erwarton, Suffolk; and his son (born Feb. 27, 1710-11)
      was made Baron Perceval and Holland, in the English peerage, in 1762.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 This report was false. The Old Pretender did not marry until 1718, when
      he was united to the Princess Clementina Maria, daughter of Prince James
      Sobieski.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 John Hartstonge, D.D. (died 1717), was Bishop of Ossory from 1693 to
      1714, when he was translated to Derry.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 15, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Thomas Proby was Chirurgeon-General in Ireland from 1699 until his death
      in 1761. In his Short Character of Thomas, Earl of Wharton, Swift speaks
      of him as "a person universally esteemed," who had been badly treated by
      Lord Wharton. In 1724 Proby's son, a captain in the army, was accused of
      popery, and Swift wrote to Lord Carteret that the charge was generally
      believed to be false: "The father is the most universally beloved of any
      man I ever knew in his station.... You cannot do any personal thing more
      acceptable to the people of Ireland than in inclining towards lenity to
      Mr. Proby and his family." Proby was probably a near relative of Sir
      Thomas Proby, Bart., M.P., of Elton, Hunts, at whose death in 1689 the
      baronetcy expired. Mrs. Proby seems to have been a Miss Spencer.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Meliora, daughter of Thomas Coningsby, Baron of Clanbrassil and Earl of
      Coningsby, and wife of Sir Thomas Southwell, afterwards Baron Southwell,
      one of the Commissioners of Revenue in Ireland, and a member of the Irish
      Privy Council. Lady Southwell died in 1736.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Lady Betty Rochfort was the daughter of Henry Moore, third Earl of
      Drogheda. Her husband, George Rochfort, M.P. for Westmeath, was son of
      Robert Rochfort, an Irish judge, and brother of Robert Rochford, M.P., to
      whose wife Swift addressed his Advice to a very Young Lady on her
      Marriage. Lady Betty's son Robert was created Earl of Belvedere in 1757.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 17, note 23. Mr. Bussiere, of Suffolk Street, had been called
      in directly after the outrage, but Radcliffe would not consult him.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 The letter from Dr. King dated March 17, 1711, commenting on Guiscard's
      attack upon Harley.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Feb. 10, 1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 The word "trangram" or "tangram" ordinarily means a toy or gimcrack, or
      trumpery article. Cf. Wycherley (Plain Dealer, iii. 1), "But go, thou
      trangram, and carry back those trangrams which thou hast stolen or
      purloined." Apparently "trangum" here means a tally.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 12, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Swift means Godolphin, the late Lord Treasurer.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Sir John Holland (see Letter 3, note 28).
    </p>
    <p>
      13 "It caused a violent daub on the paper, which still continues much
      discoloured in the original" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 "He forgot here to say, 'At night.' See what goes before" (Deane
      Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 17, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Irishman. "Teague" was a term of contempt for an Irishman.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 To "Mr. Harley, wounded by Guiscard." In this piece Prior said,
      "Britain with tears shall bathe thy glorious wound," a wound which could
      not have been inflicted by any but a stranger to our land.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Sir Thomas Mansel married Martha, daughter and heiress of Francis
      Millington, a London merchant.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Slatterning, consuming carelessly.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 "The candle grease mentioned before, which soaked through, deformed
      this part of the paper on the second page" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Harcourt.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 William Rollinson, formerly a wine merchant, settled afterwards in
      Oxfordshire, where he died at a great age. He was a friend of Pope,
      Bolingbroke, and Gay.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 In relation to the banknote (see Letter 17, note 14).
    </p>
    <p>
      24 "Swift was, at this time, their great support and champion" (Deane
      Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      25 See Letter 14, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 See Letter 17, note 25.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 "Stella, with all her wit and good sense, spelled very ill; and Dr.
      Swift insisted greatly upon women spelling well" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      28 "The slope of the letters in the words THIS WAY, THIS WAY, is to the
      left hand, but the slope of the words THAT WAY, THAT WAY, is to the right
      hand" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 17, note 24.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 See Letter 5, note 11 and Letter 10, note 28.
    </p>
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      LETTER 20.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 By the Act 9 Anne, cap. 23, the number of hackney coaches was increased
      to 800, and it was provided that they were to go a mile and a half for one
      shilling, two miles for one shilling and sixpence, and so on.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 11, note 39.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 In a letter to Swift, of March 17, 1711, King said that it might have
      been thought that Guiscard's attack would have convinced the world that
      Harley was not in the French interest; but it did not have that effect
      with all, for some whispered the case of Fenius Rufus and Scevinus in the
      15th book of Tacitus: "Accensis indicibus ad prodendum Fenium Rufum, quem
      eundem conscium et inquisitorem non tolerabant." Next month Swift told
      King that it was reported that the Archbishop had applied this passage in
      a speech made to his clergy, and explained at some length the steps he had
      taken to prevent the story being published in the Postboy. King thanked
      Swift for this action, explaining that he had been arguing on Harley's
      behalf when someone instanced the story of Rufus.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 A Tory paper, published thrice weekly by Abel Roper.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Sir Charles Duncombe, banker, died on April 9, 1711. The first wife of
      the Duke of Argyle (see Letter 11, note 57) was Duncombe's niece, Mary
      Browne, daughter of Ursula Duncombe and Thomas Browne, of St. Margaret's,
      Westminster. Duncombe was elected Lord Mayor in 1700, and was the richest
      commoner in England.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The Rev. Dillon Ashe (see Letter 12, note 23).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 John, fourth Baron Poulett, was created Earl Poulett in 1706, after
      serving as one of the Commissioners for the Treaty of Union with Scotland.
      From August 1710 to May 1711 he was First Lord of the Treasury, and from
      June 1711 to August 1714 he was Lord Steward of the Household.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Lost or stupid person.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Sir William Read, a quack who advertised largely in the Tatler and other
      papers. He was satirised in No. 547 of the Spectator. In 1705 he was
      knighted for his services in curing many seamen and soldiers of blindness
      gratis, and he was appointed Oculist in Ordinary to the Queen. Read died
      in 1715, but his business was continued by his widow.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 General John Webb was not on good terms with Marlborough. He was a
      Tory, and had gained distinction in the war at Wynendale (1708), though
      the Duke's secretary gave the credit, in the despatch, to Cadogan. There
      is a well-known account of Webb in Thackeray's Esmond. He was severely
      wounded at Malplaquet in 1709, and in 1710 was given the governorship of
      the Isle of Wight. He died in 1724.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Henry Campion, M.P. for Penryn, is mentioned in the Political State for
      February 1712 as one of the leading men of the October Club. Campion seems
      to have been Member, not for Penryn, but for Bossiney.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 3, note 32.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Sir George Beaumont, Bart., M.P. for Leicester, and an acquaintance of
      Swift's mother, was made a Commissioner of the Privy Seal in 1712, and one
      of the Lords of the Admiralty in 1714. He died in 1737.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Heneage Finch, afterwards second Earl of Aylesford, was the son of
      Heneage Finch, the chief counsel for the seven bishops, who was created
      Baron Guernsey in 1703, and Earl of Aylesford in 1714.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 James, Lord Compton, afterwards fifth Earl of Northampton, was the
      eldest son of George, the fourth Earl. He was summoned to the House of
      Lords in December 1711, and died in 1754.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 11, note 12.
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      LETTER 21.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 In 1670 Temple thanked the Grand Duke of Tuscany for "an entire vintage
      of the finest wines of Italy" (Temple's Works, 1814, ii. 155-56).
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Mrs. Manley (see Letter 17, note 22).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Charles Caesar, M.P. for Hertford, was appointed Treasurer of the Navy
      in June 1711, in the room of Robert Walpole.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Joseph I. His successor was his brother Charles, the King of Spain
      recognised by England.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Simon Harcourt, M.P. for Wallingford. He married Elizabeth, sister of
      Sir John Evelyn, Bart., and died in 1720, aged thirty-five, before his
      father. He was secretary to the society of "Brothers," wrote verses, and
      was a friend of the poets. His son Simon was created Earl Harcourt in
      1749, and was Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Doiley, a seventeenth-century linen-draper,&mdash;probably "Thomas
      Doyley, at the Nun, in Henrietta Street, Covent Garden,"&mdash;invented
      stuffs which "might at once be cheap and genteel" (Spectator, No. 283).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 A special envoy. The Resident from Venice in 1710 was Signor Bianchi.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 17, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Nanfan Coote, second Earl of Bellamont, who died in 1708, married, in
      1705, Lucia Anna, daughter of Henry de Nassau, Lord of Auverquerque, and
      sister of Henry, first Earl of Grantham. She died in 1744.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 "Farnese" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 20, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Swift's changes of residence during the period covered by the Journal
      were numerous. On Sept. 20, 1710, he moved from Pall Mall to Bury Street,
      "where I suppose I shall continue while in London." But on Dec. 28 he went
      to new lodgings in St. Albans Street, Haymarket. On April 26, 1711, he
      moved to Chelsea, and from there to Suffolk Street, to be near the
      Vanhomrighs. He next moved to St. Martins Street, Leicester Fields; and a
      month later to Panton Street, Haymarket. In 1712 he lodged for a time at
      Kensington Gravel Pits.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 At raffling for books.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 James Brydges, Paymaster-General, and afterwards Duke of Chandos (see
      Letter 3, note 31).
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Thomas Foley, M.P. for Worcestershire, was created Baron Foley in
      December 1711, and died in 1733.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See 25th April, 1711 and Letter 20, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 19, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Charles Dering, second son of Sir Edward Dering, Bart., M.P. for Kent,
      was Auditor of the Exchequer in Ireland, and M.P. for Carlingford.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 11, note 44.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 17, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 A Whig paper, for the most part by Mainwaring and Oldmixon, in
      opposition to the Examiner. It appeared weekly from October 1710 to August
      1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 17, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Spectator, No. 50, by Addison.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 In all probability a mistake for "Wesley" (see Letter 1, note 12).
    </p>
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      LETTER 22.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Lord Paisley (see Letter 17, note 7).
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 11, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Sir Hovenden Walker. The "man midwife" was Sir Chamberlen Walker, his
      younger brother. The "secret expedition" against Quebec conveyed upwards
      of 5000 soldiers, under the command of General John Hill (see Letter 10,
      note 2), but owing to the want of due preparations and the severe weather
      encountered, the fleet was compelled to return to England without
      accomplishing anything.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Robert Freind, elder brother of John Freind, M.D. (see Letter 9, note
      1), became headmaster of Westminster School in 1711, and held the
      appointment until 1733. He was Rector of Witney, and afterwards Canon of
      Windsor, Prebendary of Westminster, and Canon of Christ Church. He died in
      1751, aged eighty-four.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Christopher Musgrave was Clerk of the Ordnance.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Atterbury's wife, Katherine Osborn, has been described as "the
      inspiration of his youth and the solace of his riper years."
    </p>
    <p>
      7 The original Chelsea Bun House, in Jew's Row, was pulled down in 1839.
      Sir R. Philips, writing in 1817, said, "Those buns have afforded a
      competency, and even wealth, to four generations of the same family; and
      it is singular that their delicate flavour, lightness, and richness have
      never been successfully imitated."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 8, note 22. King wrote to Swift (May 15, 1711), "The death of
      the Earl of Rochester is a great blow to all good men, and even his
      enemies cannot but do justice to his character. What influence it will
      have on public affairs God only knows."
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 11, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 17, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 18, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 20, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Swift's curate at Laracor.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Queen Anne was the last sovereign who exercised the supposed royal gift
      of healing by touch. Dr. Johnson was touched by her, but without effect.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Richard Thornhill was tried at the Old Bailey on May 18, 1711, for the
      murder of Sir Cholmley Dering, M.P. for Kent, and found guilty of
      manslaughter only; but he was shortly afterwards assassinated (see Journal
      for Aug. 21, 1711; Spectator, No. 84). The quarrel began on April 27, when
      they fell to blows, and Thornhill being knocked down, had some teeth
      struck out by Sir C. Dering stamping on him. The spectators then
      interfered, and Dering expressed himself as ready to beg pardon; but
      Thornhill not thinking this was sufficient satisfaction, gave Dering the
      lie, and on May 9 sent him a challenge.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Tothill Fields, Westminster, was a favourite place for duels in the
      seventeenth century.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 13, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Benjamin Burton, a Dublin banker, and brother-in-law of Swift's friend
      Stratford (see Letter 3, note 22). Swift says he hated this "rogue."
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 23.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 The day on which the Club met. See letter from Swift to St. John, May
      11, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Henry Barry, fourth Lord Barry of Santry (1680-1734), was an Irish Privy
      Councillor, and Governor of Derry. In 1702 he married Bridget, daughter of
      Sir Thomas Domville, Bart., and in an undated letter (about 1735) to Lady
      Santry Swift spoke of his esteem for her, "although I had hardly the least
      acquaintance with your lord, nor was at all desirous to cultivate it,
      because I did not at all approve of his conduct." Lord Santry's only son
      and heir, who was born in 1710, was condemned to death for the murder of a
      footman in 1739, when the barony became extinct by forfeiture. See B. W.
      Adams's History of Santry.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Probably Captain Cammock, of the Speedwell, of 28 guns and 125 men
      (Luttrell, vi. 331), who met on July 13, 1708, off Scotland, two French
      privateers, one of 16, the other of 18 guns, and fought them several
      hours. The first privateer got off, much shattered; the other was brought
      into Carrickfergus.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 7, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 13, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 This valuable pamphlet is signed "J.G.," and is believed to be by John
      Gay.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Edmund Curll's collection of Swift's Miscellanies, published in 1711,
      was an expansion of a pamphlet of 1710, "A Meditation upon a Broomstick,
      and somewhat beside, of the same Author's."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 "In this passage DD signifies both Dingley and Stella" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Sir Henry Craik's reading. The old editions have, "It would do: DD goes
      as well as Presto," which is obviously corrupt.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Cf. Journal, June 17, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Cf. "old doings" (see Letter 9, note 19.)
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 17, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Rymer's Foedera, in three volumes, which Swift obtained for Trinity
      College, Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 6, note 43 and 9th Feb. 1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Stephen Colledge, "the Protestant joiner," was hanged in 1681. He had
      published attacks on the Roman Catholics, and had advocated resistance to
      Charles II.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 3, note 39.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Mitford Crowe was appointed Governor of Barbados in 1706, and before
      his departure for that island went to Spain, "to settle the accounts of
      our army there, of which he is paymaster" (Luttrell, vi. 104). In 1710
      charges of bribery brought against him by merchants were inquired into by
      the Privy Council, but he seems to have cleared himself, for in June 1711
      Swift speaks of him as Governor of Jamaica. He died in 1719.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 8, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Swift's uncle Adam "lived and died in Ireland," and left no son.
      Another daughter of his became Mrs. Whiteway.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 William Lowndes, M.P., secretary to the Treasury, whom Walpole called
      "as able and honest a servant as ever the Crown had."
    </p>
    <p>
      21 The Lord Treasurer's staff: since the dismissal of Godolphin, the
      Treasurership had been held in commission.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 "As I hope to be saved."
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Stella's maid.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 See letter from King to Swift, May 15, 1711. Alderman Constantine, a
      High Churchman, indignant at being passed over by a junior in the contest
      for the mayoralty, brought the matter before the Council Board, and
      produced an old by-law by which aldermen, according to their ancientry,
      were required to keep their mayoralty. King took the side of the city, but
      the majority was for the by-law, and disapproved of the election;
      whereupon the citizens repealed the by-law and re-elected the same
      alderman as before.
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    <h2>
      LETTER 24.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 The Lord Treasurer's staff.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Swift's "little parson cousin," the resident chaplain at Moor Park. He
      pretended to have had some part in The Tale of a Tub, and Swift always
      professed great contempt for him. Thomas Swift was son of an Oxford uncle
      of Swift's, of the same name, and was at school and college with Swift. He
      became Rector of Puttenham, Surrey, and died in 1752, aged eighty-seven.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The Duke of Ormond's daughter, Lady Mary Butler (see Letter 7, notes 2
      and 3.)
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Thomas Harley, the Lord Treasurer's cousin, was secretary to the
      Treasury.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Lord Oxford's daughter Elizabeth married, in 1712, the Marquis of
      Caermarthen.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Henry Tenison, M.P. for County Louth, was one of the Commissioners of
      the Revenue in Ireland from 1704 until his death in 1709 (Luttrell, v.
      381, vi. 523). Probably he was related to Dr. Tenison, Bishop of Meath,
      who died in 1705.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Anne Finch (died 1720), daughter of Sir William Kingsmill, and wife of
      Heneage Finch, who became fourth Earl of Winchelsea in 1712. Lady
      Winchelsea published a volume of poems in 1713, and was a friend of Pope
      and Rowe. Wordsworth recognised the advance in the growth of attention to
      "external nature" shown in her writings.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 23, note 24 and Letter 30, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 This was a mistake. Charles Hickman, D.D., Bishop of Derry, died in
      November 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 "These words in italics are written in a large round hand" (Deane
      Swift). (Italics replaced by capitals for the transcription of this
      etext.)
    </p>
    <p>
      11 "This entry is interlined in the original" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Colonel James Graham (1649-1730) held various offices under James II.,
      and was granted a lease of a lodge in Bagshot Park. Like his brother,
      Viscount Preston, he was suspected of treasonable practices in 1691, and
      he was arrested in 1692 and 1696. Under Queen Anne and George I., Colonel
      Graham was M.P. for Appleby and Westmorland.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Mr. Leslie Stephen has pointed out that this is the name of an inn (now
      the Jolly Farmer) near Frimley, on the hill between Bagshot and
      Farnborough. This inn is still called the Golden Farmer on the Ordnance
      map.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 "Soley" is probably a misreading for "sollah," a form often used by
      Swift for "sirrah," and "figgarkick" may be "pilgarlick" (a poor creature)
      in Swift's "little language" (cf. 20th Oct. 1711).
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 14, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Probably a misprint for "Bertie." This Mr. Bertie may have been the
      Hon. James Bertie, second son of the first Earl of Abingdon, and M.P. for
      Middlesex.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Evelyn Pierrepont, fifth Earl of Kingston, was made Marquis of
      Dorchester in 1706. He became Duke of Kingston-upon-Hull in 1715, and died
      in 1726. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu was his daughter.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 12, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Sir Thomas Thynne, first Viscount Weymouth, who died in 1714, aged
      seventy-four, married Frances, daughter of Heneage Finch, second Earl of
      Winchelsea.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 7, note 31.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Swift is referring to St. John's defence of Brydges (see Letter 21,
      note 14.)
    </p>
    <p>
      22 "He does not mean smoking, which he never practised, but snuffing up
      cut-and-dry tobacco, which sometimes was just coloured with Spanish snuff;
      and this he used all his life, but would not own that he took snuff"
      (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Beaumont (see Letter 1, note 2).
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Sir Alexander Cairnes, M.P. for Monaghan, a banker, was created a
      baronet in 1706, and died in 1732.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 See Letter 6, note 44 and Letter 17, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Isaac Manley (see Letter 3, note 3.)
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Sir Thomas Frankland.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 See Letter 5, note 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 Hockley-in-the-Hole, Clerkenwell, a place of public diversion, was
      famous for its bear and bull baitings.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Sir William Seymour, second son of Sir Edward Seymour, Bart., of Berry
      Pomeroy, retired from the army in 1717, and died in 1728 (Dalton's Army
      Lists). He was wounded at Landen and Vigo, and saw much service between
      his appointment as a Captain of Fusiliers in 1686 and his promotion to the
      rank of Lieutenant-General in 1707.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 No. 45.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 "And now I conceive the main design I had in writing these papers is
      fully executed. A great majority of the nation is at length thoroughly
      convinced that the Queen proceeded with the highest wisdom, in changing
      her Ministry and Parliament" (Examiner, No. 45).
    </p>
    <p>
      33 Edward Harley (see Letter 13, note 17).
    </p>
    <p>
      34 See Letter 24, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 Tom Ashe was an elder brother of the Bishop of Clogher. He had an
      estate of more than 1000 pounds a year in County Meath, and Nichols
      describes him as of droll appearance, thick and short in person: "a
      facetious, pleasant companion, but the most eternal unwearied punster that
      ever lived."
    </p>
    <p>
      36 "Even Joseph Beaumont, the son, was at this time an old man, whose grey
      locks were venerable; yet his father lived until about 1719" (Deane
      Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 25.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Sir William Wyndham, Bart. (1687-1740), was M.P. for Somerset. He was a
      close partisan of Bolingbroke's, and in 1713 introduced the Schism Bill,
      which drove Oxford from office. Wyndham became Chancellor of the
      Exchequer, and was afterwards a leading opponent of Walpole. His wife,
      Lady Catherine Seymour (died 1713), was the second daughter of Charles,
      Duke of Somerset (see Letter 28, note 8).
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Swift was afterwards President of this Club, which is better known as
      "the Society."
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Perhaps Daniel Reading, M.P. for Newcastle, Co. Dublin.
    </p>
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4 Afterwards Congreve formed a friendship with the Whigs; or, as Swift
put it,     "Took proper principles to thrive,
      And so might every dunce alive."
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    <p>
      5 Atterbury.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 This pamphlet, published in February 1712, was called "A Proposal for
      Correcting, Improving, and Ascertaining the English Tongue, in a Letter to
      the... Lord High Treasurer."
    </p>
    <p>
      7 No. 47
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Francis Gastrell, Canon of Christ Church, was made Bishop of Chester in
      1713. His valuable Notitia Cestriensis was published in 1845-50.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Near Fulham.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 12, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 The daughters of Meinhardt Schomberg, Duke of Leinster, in Ireland, and
      third Duke of Schomberg. Lady Mary married Count Dagenfeldt, and Lady
      Frederica married, first, the Earl of Holderness, and, secondly, Earl Fitz
      Walter.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Thomas Harley.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 19, note 3.
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      LETTER 26.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 The widow of Sir John Lyndon, who was appointed a justice of the Court
      of King's Bench in Ireland in 1682, and died in 1699.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 "Marmaduke Coghill, LL.D., was judge of the Prerogative Court in
      Ireland. About this time he courted a lady, and was soon to have been
      married to her; but unfortunately a cause was brought to trial before him,
      wherein a man was sued for beating his wife. When the matter was agitated,
      the Doctor gave his opinion, 'That although a man had no right to beat his
      wife unmercifully, yet that, with such a little cane or switch as he then
      held in his hand, a husband was at liberty, and was invested with a power,
      to give his wife moderate correction'; which opinion determined the lady
      against having the Doctor. He died an old man and a bachelor" (Deane
      Swift). See also Lascelles, Liber Muner. Hibern., part ii. p. 80.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 This was a common exclamation of the time, but the spelling varies in
      different writers. It seems to be a corruption of "God so," or "God ho,"
      but there may have been a confusion with "cat-so," derived from the
      Italian "cazzo."
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 9, note 28. Mrs. Manley was now editing the Examiner.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Sir Henry Belasyse was sent to Spain as Commissioner to inquire into the
      state of the English forces in that country. The son of Sir Richard
      Belasyse, Knight of Ludworth, Durham, Sir Henry finished a chequered
      career in 1717, when he was buried in Westminster Abbey (Dalton's Army
      Lists, ii. 228). In his earlier years he served under the United
      Provinces, and after the accession of William was made a Brigadier-General
      in the English army, and in 1694, Lieutenant-General. In 1702 he was
      second in command of the expedition to Cadiz, but he was dismissed the
      service in consequence of the looting of Port St. Mary. Subsequently he
      was elected M.P. for Durham, and in 1713 was appointed Governor of
      Berwick.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Atterbury.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 3, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Sir John Powell, a Judge of the Queen's Bench, died in 1713, aged
      sixty-eight. He was a kindly as well as able judge.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See June 7th, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 This Tisdall has been described as a Dublin merchant; but in all
      probability he was Richard Tisdall, Registrar of the Irish Court of
      Chancery, and M.P. for Dundalk (1707-1713) and County Louth (1713-1727).
      He married Marian, daughter of Richard Boyle, M.P., and died in 1742.
      Richard Tisdall was a relative of Stella's suitor, the Rev. William
      Tisdall, and years afterwards Swift took an interest in his son Philip,
      who became a Secretary of State and Leader of the Irish House of Commons.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 "In Ireland there are not public paths from place to place, as in
      England" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 24, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Probably a son of John Manley, M.P. (see Letter 5, note 8).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 11, note 45.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Dr. George Stanhope, who was Vicar of Lewisham as well as of Deptford.
      He was a popular preacher and a translator of Thomas a Kempis and other
      religious writers.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 3, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 A favourite word with Swift, when he wished to indicate anything
      obscure or humble.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 17, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See June 7th, 1711 and notes.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 17, note 23.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Thomas Mills (1671-1740) was made Bishop of Waterford and Lismore in
      1708. A man of learning and a liberal contributor to the cost of church
      restorations, he is charged by Archbishop King with giving all the
      valuable livings in his gift to his non-resident relatives.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Tooke was appointed printer of the London Gazette in 1711 (see Letter
      3, note 8).
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 5, note 10
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Lady Jane Hyde, the elder daughter of Henry Hyde, Earl of Rochester
      (see Letter 5, note 11), married William Capel, third Earl of Essex. Her
      daughter Charlotte's husband, the son of the Earl of Jersey, was created
      Earl of Clarendon in 1776. Lady Jane's younger sister, Catherine, who
      became the famous Duchess of Queensberry, Gay's patroness, is represented
      by Prior, in The Female Phaeton, as jealous, when a young girl, of her
      sister, "Lady Jenny," who went to balls, and "brought home hearts by
      dozens."
    </p>
    <p>
      25 See Letter 3, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 John Holles, Duke of Newcastle, had held the Privy Seal from 1705, and
      was regarded by the Ministers as a possible plenipotentiary in the event
      of their negotiations for a peace being successful. He married Lady
      Margaret Cavendish, daughter and co-heiress of Henry Cavendish, second
      Duke of Newcastle, and was one of the richest nobles in England. His
      death, on July 15, 1711, was the result of a fall while stag-hunting. The
      Duke's only daughter married, in 1713, Edward, Lord Harley, the Earl of
      Oxford's son.
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      LETTER 27.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Alexander Forbes, fourth Lord Forbes, who was afterwards attainted for
      his share in the Rebellion of 1745.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Obscure (cf. Letter 7, note 30).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Jacob Tonson the elder, who died in 1736, outlived his nephew, Jacob
      Tonson the younger, by a few months. The elder Tonson, the secretary of
      the Kit-Cat Club, published many of Dryden's works, and the firm continued
      to be the chief publishers of the time during the greater part of the
      eighteenth century.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 John Barber.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 By his will Swift left to Deane Swift his "large silver standish,
      consisting of a large silver plate, an ink-pot, and a sand-box."
    </p>
    <p>
      6 I.e., we are only three hours in getting there.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Cf. Letter 15, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 The Examiner was revived in December 1711, under Oldisworth's
      editorship, and was continued by him until 1714.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 James Douglas, fourth Duke of Hamilton, was created Duke of Brandon in
      the English peerage in September 1711, and was killed by Lord Mohun in a
      duel in 1712. Swift calls him "a worthy good-natured person, very
      generous, but of a middle understanding." He married, in 1698, as his
      second wife, Elizabeth, daughter and heiress of Digby, Lord Gerard, a lady
      to whom Swift often refers in the Journal. She outlived the Duke
      thirty-two years.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See August 27th, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 William Fitzmaurice (see Letter 11, note 19).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 The Duke of Shrewsbury (see Letter 3, note 32) married an Italian lady,
      Adelhida, daughter of the Marquis of Paliotti, of Bologna, descended
      maternally from Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, Queen Elizabeth's
      favourite. Lady Cowper (Diary, pp. 8, 9) says that the Duchess "had a
      wonderful art of entertaining and diverting people, though she would
      sometimes exceed the bounds of decency;... but then, with all her prate
      and noise, she was the most cunning, designing woman alive, obliging to
      people in prosperity, and a great party-woman." As regards the name
      "Presto," see Letter 2, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Probably a cousin.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Presumptuous: claiming much.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 13, note 15. John Winchcombe, a weaver of Newbury, marched
      with a hundred of his workmen, at his own expenses, against the Scots in
      1513.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Thomas Coke, M.P., of Derbyshire, was appointed a Teller of the
      Exchequer in 1704, and Vice-Chamberlain to the Queen in 1706. In 1706 he
      married&mdash;as his second wife&mdash;Mrs. Hale, one of the maids of
      honour (Luttrell, v. 411, 423; vi. 113, 462; Lady Cowper's Diary, 15, 16),
      a lady whose "piercing" beauty it was, apparently, that Steele described
      under the name of Chloe, in No. 4 of the Tatler. Jervas painted her as a
      country girl, "with a liveliness that shows she is conscious, but not
      affected, of her perfections." Coke was the Sir Plume of Pope's Rape of
      the Lock.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 The committee of management of the Royal household.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Francesca Margherita de l'Epine, the famous singer, and principal rival
      of Mrs. Tofts, came to England in 1692, and constantly sang in opera until
      her retirement in 1718, when she married Dr. Pepusch. She died in 1746.
      Her sister, Maria Gallia, also a singer, did not attain the same
      popularity.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Charles Scarborow and Sir William Foster were the Clerks of the Board
      of Green Cloth.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 27, note 16 on Thomas Coke.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 The Earl of Sunderland's second wife, Lady Anne Churchill, who died in
      1716, aged twenty-eight. She was the favourite daughter of the Duke of
      Marlborough, and was called "the little Whig." Verses were written in
      honour of her beauty and talent by Charles Montagu, Earl of Halifax, Dr.
      Watts and others, and her portrait was painted by Lely and Kneller.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Mary, daughter of Sir William Forester, of Dothill, Shropshire. In
      1700, at the age of thirteen, she had been secretly married to her cousin,
      George Downing, a lad of fifteen. Three years later, Downing, on his
      return from abroad, refused to acknowledge his wife, and in 1715 both
      parties petitioned the House of Lords for leave to bring in a Bill
      declaring the marriage to be void; but leave was refused (Lords' Journals,
      xx. 41, 45). Downing had become Sir George Downing, Bart., in 1711, and
      had been elected M.P. for Dunwich; he died without issue in 1749, and was
      the founder of Downing College, Cambridge.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 In a discussion upon what would be the result if beards became the
      fashion, Budgell (Spectator, No. 331) says, "Besides, we are not certain
      that the ladies would not come into the mode, when they take the air on
      horseback. They already appear in hats and feathers, coats and periwigs."
    </p>
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      LETTER 28.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Horse-racing was much encouraged by Charles II., who, as Strutt tells
      us, appointed races to be made in Datchet Mead, when he was residing at
      Windsor. By Queen Anne's time horse-racing was becoming a regular
      institution: see Spectator, No. 173.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 John Montagu, second Duke of Montagu, married Lady Mary Churchill,
      youngest daughter of the Duke of Marlborough.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Of Clogher.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 John Adams, Prebendary of Canterbury and Canon of Windsor. He was made
      Provost of King's College, Cambridge, in 1712, and died in 1720.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 The Hon. and Rev. George Verney, Canon of Windsor (died 1728), became
      fourth Lord Willoughby de Broke on the death of his father (Sir Richard
      Verney, the third Baron), in July 1711. Lord Willoughby became Dean of
      Windsor in 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Thomas Hare, Under Secretary of State in Bolingbroke's office.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Richard Sutton was the second son of Robert Sutton, the nephew of the
      Robert Sutton who was created Viscount Lexington by Charles I. Sutton
      served under William III. and Marlborough in Flanders, and was made a
      Brigadier-General in 1710, in which year also he was elected M.P. for
      Newark. In 1711 he was appointed Governor of Hull, and he died, a
      Lieutenant-General, in 1737 (Dalton's Army Lists, iii. 153)
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Charles Seymour, sixth Duke of Somerset (1662-1748), known as "the proud
      Duke of Somerset." Through the influence which his wife&mdash;afterwards
      Mistress of the Robes (see Letter 17, note 10)&mdash;had obtained over the
      Queen, he bore no small part in bringing about the changes of 1710. His
      intrigues during this period were, however, mainly actuated by jealousy of
      Marlborough, and he had really no sympathies with the Tories. His
      intrigues with the Whigs caused the utmost alarm to St. John and to Swift.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 The third and last reference to Vanessa in the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 "Pray God preserve her life, which is of great importance" (Swift to
      Archbishop King, Aug. 15, 1711). St. John was at this moment very anxious
      to conciliate Mrs. Masham, as he felt that she was the only person capable
      of counteracting the intrigues of the Duchess of Somerset with the Queen.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Pontack, of Abchurch Lane, son of Arnaud de Pontac, President of the
      Parliament of Bordeaux, was proprietor of the most fashionable
      eating-house in London. There the Royal Society met annually at dinner
      until 1746. Several writers speak of the dinners at a guinea a head and
      upwards served at Pontack's, and Swift comments on the price of the wine.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 "His name was Read" (Scott).
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Up to the end of 1709 the warrants for the payment of the works at
      Blenheim had been regularly issued by Godolphin and paid at the Treasury;
      over 200,000 pounds was expended in this manner. But after the dismissal
      of the Whigs the Queen drew tight the purse-strings. The 20,000 pounds
      mentioned by Swift was paid in 1711, but on June 1, 1712, Anne gave
      positive orders that nothing further should be allowed for Blenheim,
      though 12,000 pounds remained due to the contractors.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The piercing of the lines before Bouchain, which Villars had declared
      to be the non plus ultra of the Allies, one of the most striking proofs of
      Marlborough's military genius.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 22, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 A fashionable gaming-house in St. James's Street.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 6, note 15. The Grange, near Alresford, Hampshire, was
      Henley's seat. His wife (see Letter 12, note 24) was the daughter of
      Peregrine Bertie, son of Montagu Bertie, second Earl of Lindsey; and Earl
      Poulett (see Letter 20, note 7) married Bridget, an elder daughter of
      Bertie's.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 William Henry Hyde, Earl of Danby, grandson of the first Duke of Leeds
      (see Letter 8, note 22), and eldest son of Peregrine Osborne, Baron
      Osborne and Viscount Dunblane, who succeeded to the dukedom in 1712. Owing
      to this young man's death (at the age of twenty-one), his brother,
      Peregrine Hyde, Marquis of Caermarthen, who married Harley's daughter
      Elizabeth, afterwards became third Duke of Leeds.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 8, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 3, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 William Gregg was a clerk in Harley's office when the latter was
      Secretary of State under the Whig Administration. In 1707-8 he was in
      treasonable correspondence with M. de Chamillart, the French Secretary of
      State. When he was detected he was tried for high treason, and hanged on
      April 28. The Lords who examined Gregg did their utmost to establish
      Harley's complicity, which Gregg, however, with his dying breath solemnly
      denied.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 By Swift himself. The title was, Some Remarks upon a Pamphlet entitled,
      A Letter to the Seven Lords of the Committee appointed to examine Gregg.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 13, note 10. There is no copy in the British Museum.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Thomas Parnell, the poet, married, in 1706, Anne, daughter of Thomas
      Minchin, of Tipperary. In 1711 Parnell was thirty-two years of age, and
      was Archdeacon of Clogher and Vicar of Clontibret. Swift took much trouble
      to obtain for Parnell the friendship of Bolingbroke and other persons of
      note, and Parnell became a member of the Scriblerus Club. In 1716 he was
      made Vicar of Finglas, and after his death in 1718 Pope prepared an
      edition of his poems. The fits of depression to which Parnell was liable
      became more marked after his wife's death, and he seems to have to some
      extent given way to drink. His sincerity and charm of manner made him
      welcome with men of both parties.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Dr. Henry Compton had been Bishop of London since 1675. He was
      dangerously ill early in 1711, but he lived until 1713, when he was
      eighty-one.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 See Letter 26, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 7, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 L'Estrange speaks of "a whiffling fop" and Swift says, "Every whiffler
      in a laced coat, who frequents the chocolate-house, shall talk of the
      Constitution."
    </p>
    <p>
      29 Prior's first visit to France with a view to the secret negotiations
      with that country which the Ministers were now bent on carrying through,
      had been made in July, when he and Gaultier reached Calais in a
      fishing-boat and proceeded to Fontainbleau under assumed names. He
      returned to England in August, but was recognised at Dover, whence the
      news spread all over London, to the great annoyance of the Ministers. The
      officer who recognised Prior was John Macky, reputed author of those
      Characters upon which Swift wrote comments. Formerly a secret service
      agent under William III., Macky had been given the direction of the Ostend
      mail packets by Marlborough, to whom he communicated the news of Prior's
      journey. Bolingbroke threatened to hang Macky, and he was thrown into
      prison; but the accession of George I. again brought him favour and
      employment.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 See Letter 12, note 7.
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      LETTER 29.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 3, note 4.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 6, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Edward Villiers (1656-1711), created Viscount Villiers in 1691, was made
      Earl of Jersey in 1697. Under William III. he was Lord Chamberlain and
      Secretary of State, but he was dismissed from office in 1704. When he died
      he had been nominated as a plenipotentiary at the Congress of Utrecht, and
      was about to receive the appointment of Lord Privy Seal. Lord Jersey
      married, in 1681, when she was eighteen, Barbara, daughter of William
      Chiffinch, closet-keeper to Charles II.; she died in 1735.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Lord Paisley was the Earl of Abercorn's eldest surviving son (see Letter
      17, note 7).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 The Hon. John Hamilton, the Earl's second surviving son, died in 1714.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Dr. John Robinson (1650-1723) had gone out as chaplain to the Embassy at
      the Court of Sweden in 1682, and had returned in 1708 with the double
      reputation of being a thorough Churchman and a sound diplomatist. He was
      soon made Dean of Windsor, and afterwards Bishop of Bristol. He was now
      introduced to the Council Board, and it was made known to those in the
      confidence of Ministers that he would be one of the English
      plenipotentiaries at the coming Peace Congress. In 1713 Dr. Robinson was
      made Bishop of London.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 John Erskine, Earl of Mar (1675-1732), who was attainted for his part in
      the Rebellion of 1715. His first wife, Lady Margaret Hay, was a daughter
      of Lord Kinnoull.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Thomas Hay, sixth Earl of Kinnoull (died 1719), a Commissioner for the
      Treaty of Union between England and Scotland, and one of the Scotch
      representative peers in the first Parliament of Great Britain. His son and
      heir, Viscount Dupplin, afterwards Baron Hay (see Letter 5, note 34), who
      married Harley's daughter Abigail, is often mentioned in the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 3, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 The title of the pamphlet was, "A New Journey to Paris, together with
      some Secret Transactions between the French King and an English Gentleman.
      By the Sieur du Baudrier. Translated from the French."
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 11, note 44.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 28, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 The Earl of Strafford (see Letter 18, note 3) married, on Sept. 6,
      1711, Anne, only daughter and heiress of Sir Henry Johnson, of Bradenham,
      Buckinghamshire, a wealthy shipbuilder. Many of Lady Strafford's letters
      to her husband are given in the Wentworth Papers, 1883.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Samuel Pratt, who was also Clerk of the Closet.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Alice Hill, woman of the bed-chamber to the Queen, died in 1762.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Enniscorthy, the name of a town in the county of Wexford.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Scrambling.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 "These words in italics are written in strange, misshapen letters,
      inclining to the right hand, in imitation of Stella's writing" (Deane
      Swift). (Italics replaced by capitals for the transcription of this
      etext.)
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Senior Fellow of Trinity College, Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 John Pooley, appointed Bishop of Raphoe in 1702.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 These words in italics are miserably scrawled, in imitation of Stella's
      hand (Deane Swift). (Italics replaced by capitals for the transcription of
      this etext.)
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 8, note 2.
    </p>
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      LETTER 30.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 25, note 1.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 9, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 29, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Cf. the entry on the 11th (note 3 above).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 6, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 William, Lord Villiers, second Earl of Jersey (died 1721), a strong
      Jacobite, had been M.P. for Kent before his father's death. He married, in
      1704, Judith, only daughter of a City merchant, Frederick Herne, son of
      Sir Nathaniel Herne, Alderman; she died in 1735. Lord Jersey, one of "the
      prettiest young peers in England," was a companion of Bolingbroke, and
      stories in the Wentworth Papers (pp. 149, 230, 395, 445), show that he had
      a bad reputation.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 28, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 The name of Arbuthnot's wife is not known: she died in 1730.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 James Lovet, one of the "Yeomen Porters" at Court.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Richard Jones, Earl of Ranelagh, who died without male issue in January
      1712. Writing to Archbishop King on Jan. 8, Swift said, "Lord Ranelagh
      died on Sunday morning; he was very poor and needy, and could hardly
      support himself for want of a pension which used to be paid him."
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Arabella Churchill, maid of honour to the Duchess of York, and mistress
      of James II., afterwards married Colonel Charles Godfrey, Clerk
      Comptroller of the Green Cloth and Master of the Jewel Office. Her second
      son by James II. was created Duke of Albemarle.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 28, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 The Lord Mayor and Sheriffs of Dublin, elected in August 1711, "not
      being approved of by the Government, the City was obliged to proceed to
      another election, which occasioned a great ferment among the vulgar sort"
      (Boyer, Political State, 1711, p. 500). After two other persons had been
      elected and disapproved of, Alderman Gore was elected Lord Mayor, and
      approved (ib. pp. 612-17).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 "These words in italics are written enormously large" (Deane Swift).
      (Italics replaced by capitals for the transcription of this etext.)
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 3, note 39.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Henry Lowman, First Clerk of the Kitchen.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 "The Doctor was always a bad reckoner, either of money or anything
      else; and this is one of his rapid computations. For, as Stella was seven
      days in journey, although Dr. Swift says only six, she might well have
      spent four days at Inish-Corthy, and two nights at Mrs. Proby's mother's,
      the distance from Wexford to Dublin being but two easy days' journey"
      (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Mrs. Fenton.
    </p>
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      LETTER 31.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 10, note 31.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Charles Paulet, second Duke of Bolton, was appointed Lord Lieutenant of
      Ireland in 1717, and died in 1722. In a note on Macky's character of the
      Duke, Swift calls him "a great booby"; and Lady Cowper (Diary, p. 154)
      says that he was generally to be seen with his tongue lolling out of his
      mouth.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Stella's maid.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 12, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Colonel Fielding (see Letter 16, note 21).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The envoys were Menager and the Abbe du Bois; the priest was the Abbe
      Gaultier.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 18, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Sir Theophilus Oglethorpe, General, who died in 1702, married Eleanor,
      daughter of Richard Wall, of Rogane, Tipperary. She died in 1732, and
      Swift described her as so "cunning a devil that she had great influence as
      a reconciler of the differences at Court." One of her sons was General
      James Oglethorpe, the philanthropist, and friend of Dr. Johnson.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 "Worrit," trouble, tease.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Sir John Walter, Bart. (died 1722), was M.P. for the city of Oxford. He
      and Charles Godfrey (see Letter 30, note 11) were the Clerks Comptrollers
      of the Green Cloth.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 17, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 No doubt one of the daughters of Mervyn Tuchet, fourth Earl of
      Castlehaven, who died in 1686.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Henrietta Maria, daughter of Charles Scarborow (see Letter 27, note
      19). She married, in 1712, Sir Robert Jenkinson, Bart., M.P. for
      Oxfordshire, who died without issue in 1717. See Wentworth Papers, 244.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 In July 1712 a Commission passed empowering Conyers Darcy and George
      Fielding (an equerry to the Queen) to execute the office of Master of the
      Horse.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 At Killibride, about four miles from Trim.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Swift's "mistress," Lady Hyde (see Letter 5, note 11), whose husband
      had become Earl of Rochester in May 1711. She was forty-one in 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Sept. 19, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 29, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 22, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 27, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 26, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 "This happens to be the only single line written upon the margin of any
      of his journals. By some accident there was a margin about as broad as the
      back of a razor, and therefore he made this use of it" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
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      LETTER 32.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Lieutenant-Colonel Barton, of Colonel Kane's regiment.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 A nickname for the High Church party.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 29, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 "From this pleasantry of my Lord Oxford, the appellative Martinus
      Scriblerus took its rise" (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Cf. the Imitation of the Sixth Satire of the Second Book of Horace,
      1714, where Swift says that, during their drives together, Harley would
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      6 See Letter 23, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 18, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 23, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Lord Pembroke (see Letter 7, note 31) married, in 1708, as his second
      wife, Barbara, Dowager Baroness Arundell of Trerice, formerly widow of Sir
      Richard Mauleverer, and daughter of Sir Thomas Slingsby. She died in 1722.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Caleb Coatesworth, who died in 1741, leaving a large fortune.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Abel Boyer, Whig journalist and historian, attacked Swift in his
      pamphlet, An Account of the State and Progress of the Present Negotiations
      for Peace. Boyer says that he was released from custody by Harley; and in
      the Political State for 1711 (p. 646) he speaks of Swift as "a shameless
      and most contemptible ecclesiastical turncoat, whose tongue is as swift to
      revile as his mind is swift to change." The Postboy said that Boyer would
      "be prosecuted with the utmost severity of the law" for this attack.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 The "Edgar." Four hundred men were killed.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 William Bretton, or Britton, was made Lieutenant-Colonel in 1702,
      Colonel of a new Regiment of Foot 1705, Brigadier-General 1710, and
      Colonel of the King's Own Borderers in April 1711 (Dalton, Army Lists,
      iii. 238). In December 1711 he was appointed Envoy Extraordinary to the
      King of Prussia (Postboy, Jan. 1, 1712), and he died in December 1714 or
      January 1715.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 24, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 It is not clear which of several Lady Gores is here referred to. It may
      be (1) the wife of Sir William Gore, Bart., of Manor Gore, and Custos
      Rotulorum, County Leitrim, who married Hannah, eldest daughter and co-heir
      of James Hamilton, Esq., son of Sir Frederick Hamilton, and niece of
      Gustavus Hamilton, created Viscount Boyne. She died 1733. Or (2) the wife
      of Sir Ralph Gore, Bart. (died 1732), M.P. for County Donegal, and
      afterwards Speaker of the Irish House of Commons. He married Miss
      Colville, daughter of Sir Robert Colville, of Newtown, Leitrim, and, as
      his second wife, Elizabeth, only daughter of Dr. Ashe, Bishop of Clogher.
      Or (3) the wife of Sir Arthur Gore, Bart. (died 1727), of Newtown Gore,
      Mayo, who married Eleanor, daughter of Sir George St. George, Bart., of
      Carrick, Leitrim, and was ancestor of the Earls of Arran.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 "Modern usage has sanctioned Stella's spelling" (Scott). Swift's
      spelling was "wast."
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Mrs. Manley.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Swift's own lines, "Mrs. Frances Harris's Petition."
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Thomas Coote was a justice of the Court of Queen's Bench, in Ireland,
      from 1692 until his removal in 1715.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Probably a relative of Robert Echlin, Dean of Tuam, who was killed by
      some of his own servants in April 1712, at the age of seventy-three. His
      son John became Prebendary and Vicar-General of Tuam, and died in 1764,
      aged eighty-three. In August 1731 Bolingbroke sent Swift a letter by the
      hands of "Mr. Echlin," who would, he said, tell Swift of the general state
      of things in England.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 "This column of words, as they are corrected, is in Stella's hand"
      (Deane Swift).
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      LETTER 33.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Swift's verses, "The Description of a Salamander," are a scurrilous
      attack on John, Lord Cutts (died 1707), who was famous for his bravery.
      Joanna Cutts, the sister who complained of Swift's abuse, died unmarried.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 6, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Fourteen printers or publishers were arrested, under warrants signed by
      St. John, for publishing pamphlets directed against the Government. They
      appeared at the Court of Queens Bench on Oct. 23, and were continued on
      their own recognisances till the end of the term.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Robert Benson (see Letter 6, note 36).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 "The South Sea Whim," printed in Scott's Swift, ii. 398.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 21, Apr. 24, 1711, Letter 22, Apr. 28, 1711, and Letter 34,
      17 Nov. 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Count Gallas was dismissed with a message that he might depart from the
      kingdom when he thought fit. He published the preliminaries of peace in
      the Daily Courant.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 William, second Viscount Hatton, who died without issue in 1760. His
      half-sister Anne married Daniel Finch, second Earl of Nottingham, and Lord
      Hatton was therefore uncle to his fellow-guest, Mr. Finch.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Crinkle or contract. Gay writes: "Showers soon drench the camblet's
      cockled grain."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 The Countess of Jersey (see Letter 30, note 6), like her husband, was a
      friend of Bolingbroke's. Lady Strafford speaks of her having lately
      (November 1711) "been in pickle for her sins," at which she was not
      surprised. Before the Earl succeeded to the title, Lady Wentworth wrote to
      her son: "It's said Lord Villors Lady was worth fower scoar thoussand pd;
      you might have got her, as wel as Lord Villors.... He (Lord Jersey) has
      not don well by his son, the young lady is not yoused well as I hear
      amongst them, which in my openion is not well." Wentworth Papers (pp. 214,
      234).
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Cf. Letter 9, Nov. 11, 1710, and Letter 9, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Charles Crow, appointed Bishop of Cloyne in 1702.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Swift.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Mrs. Manley.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 The titles of these pamphlets are as follows: (1) A True Narrative of..
      . the Examination of the Marquis de Guiscard; (2) Some Remarks upon a
      Pamphlet entitled, A Letter to the Seven Lords; (3) A New Journey to
      Paris; (4) The Duke of Marlborough's Vindication; (5) A Learned Comment on
      Dr. Hare's Sermon.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See the pun this day above.
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      LETTER 34.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 3, note 17.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 11, note 44.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Pratt (see Letter 2, note 14).
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Stella and Dingley.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 "Noah's Dove, an Exhortation to Peace, set forth in a Sermon preached on
      the Seventh of November, 1710, a Thanksgiving Day, by Thomas Swift, A.M.,
      formerly Chaplain to Sir William Temple, now Rector of Puttenham in
      Surrey." Thomas Swift was Swift's "little parson cousin" (see Letter 24,
      note 2).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 6, note 11. The book referred to is, apparently, An Impartial
      Enquiry into the Management of the War in Spain, post-dated 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Lord Harley (afterwards second Earl of Oxford) (see Letter 5, note 35)
      married, on Oct. 31, 1713, Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles, only daughter
      of John Holles, last Duke of Newcastle of that family (see Letter 26, note
      26).
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Bolingbroke afterwards said that the great aim (at length accomplished)
      of Harley's administration was to marry his son to this young lady. Swift
      wrote a poetical address to Lord Harley on his marriage.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Thomas Pelham, first Baron Pelham, married, as his second wife, Lady
      Grace Holles, daughter of the Earl of Clare and sister of the Duke of
      Newcastle. Their eldest son, Thomas, who succeeded to the barony in 1712,
      was afterwards created Earl of Clare and Duke of Newcastle,
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Francis Higgins, Rector of Baldruddery, called "the Sacheverell of
      Ireland," was an extreme High Churchman, who had been charged with
      sedition on account of sermons preached in London in 1707. In 1711 he was
      again prosecuted as "a disloyal subject and disturber of the public
      peace." At that time he was Prebendary of Christ Church, Dublin; in 1725
      he was made Archdeacon of Cashel.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Swift's pamphlet, The Conduct of the Allies.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Lord Oxford's daughter Abigail married, in 1709, Viscount Dupplin,
      afterwards seventh Earl of Kinnoull (see Letter 5, note 34). She died in
      1750, and her husband in 1758, when the eldest son, Thomas, became Earl.
      The second son, Robert, was made Archbishop of York in 1761.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Kensington Gravel Pits was then a famous health resort.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Draggled. Pope has, "A puppy, daggled through the town."
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Writing of Peperharrow, Manning and Bray state (Surrey, ii. 32, 47)
      that Oxenford Grange was conveyed to Philip Froud (died 1736) in 1700, and
      was sold by him in 1713 to Alan Broderick, afterwards Viscount Midleton.
      This Froud (Swift's "old Frowde") had been Deputy Postmaster-General; he
      was son of Sir Philip Frowde, who was knighted in 1665 (Le Neve's Knights,
      Harleian Society, p. 190), and his son Philip was Addison's friend (see
      Letter 8, note 13).
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Probably the Charles Child, Esq., of Farnham, whose death is recorded
      in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1754.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Grace Spencer was probably Mrs. Proby's sister (see Letter 19, note 3).
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Cf. Shakespeare, As You Like It, v. 3: "Shall we clap into 't roundly,
      without hawking or spitting, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?"
    </p>
    <p>
      19 In the "Verses on his own Death," 1731, Swift says
    </p>
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      Cf. Steele (Tatler, No. 109),
    </p>
    <p>
      "After so many howdies, you proceed to visit or not, as you like the run
      of each other's reputation or fortune,"
    </p>
    <p>
      and (Spectator, No. 143),
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      LETTER 35.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 31, note 8.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 14, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The Tories alleged that the Duke of Marlborough, the Duke of Montagu,
      Steele, etc., were to take part in the procession (cf. Spectator, No.
      269). Swift admits that the images seized were worth less than 40 pounds,
      and not 1000 pounds, as he had said, and that the Devil was not like
      Harley; yet he employed someone to write a lying pamphlet, A True Relation
      of the Several Facts and Circumstances of the Intended Riot and Tumult,
      etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 A brother of Jemmy Leigh (see Letter 2, note 16), and one of Stella's
      card-playing acquaintances.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Of The Conduct of the Allies (see Letter 34, Nov. 10, 1711, and Letter
      35, Nov. 24, 1711).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Sir Thomas Hanmer (see Letter 9, note 13) married, in 1698, Isabella,
      widow of the first Duke of Grafton, and only daughter and heiress of
      Henry, Earl of Arlington. She died in 1723.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 James, Duke of Hamilton (see Letter 27, note 9), married, in 1698, as
      his second wife, Elizabeth, daughter and sole heir of Digby, Lord Gerard.
      She died in 1744.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 The Conduct of the Allies.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 25, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Sir Matthew Dudley (see Letter 3, note 2) married Lady Mary O'Bryen,
      youngest daughter of Henry, Earl of Thomond.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 31, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Sir John St. Leger (died 1743) was M.P. for Doneraile and a Baron of
      the Exchequer in Ireland from 1714 to 1741. His elder brother, Arthur, was
      created Viscount Doneraile in 1703.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 "Relation of the Facts and Circumstances of the Intended Riot on Queen
      Elizabeth's Birthday."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The Conduct of the Allies.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 9, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 The first motto was "Partem tibi Gallia nostri eripuit," etc. (Horace,
      2 Od. 17-24).
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Plautus's Amphitrus, or Dryden's Amphitryon.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 It is not known whether or no this was Dr. William Savage, Master of
      Emmanuel College, Cambridge. No copy of the sermon&mdash;if it was printed&mdash;has
      been found. See Courtenay's Memoirs of Sir William Temple.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Of The Conduct of the Allies, a pamphlet which had a very wide
      circulation. See a paper by Edward Solly in the Antiquarian Magazine,
      March 1885.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Allen Bathurst, M.P. (1684-1775), created Baron Bathurst in December
      1711, and Earl Bathurst in 1772. His second and eldest surviving son was
      appointed Lord Chancellor in the year preceding the father's death.
      Writing to her son in January 1711 (Wentworth Papers, 173), Lady Wentworth
      said of Bathurst, "He is, next to you, the finest gentleman and the best
      young man I know; I love him dearly."
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 9, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 16, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Swift is alluding to the quarrel between Lord Santry (see Letter 23,
      note 2) and Francis Higgins (see Letter 34, note 10), which led to
      Higgins's prosecution. The matter is described at length in Boyer s
      Political State, 1711, pp. 617 seq.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 See Letter 19, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 No doubt the same as Colonel Newburgh (see Journal, March 5, 1711-12).
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Beaumont (see Letter 1, note 2 and Letter 26, Jul. 6, 1711).
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 31, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Cf. Letter 15, Feb. 9, 1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 35, note 3.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 36.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 See Letter 34, note 15. Debtors could not be arrested on Sunday.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Sir George Pretyman, Bart., dissipated the fortune of the family. The
      title became dormant in 1749.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See the Introduction.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 For the Whites of Farnham, see Manning and Bray's Surrey, iii. 177.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 The Conduct of the Allies.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The Percevals were among Swift's principal friends in the neighbourhood
      of Laracor. In a letter to John Temple in 1706 (Forster's Life of Swift,
      182) Swift alludes to Perceval; in spite of different views in politics,
      "I always loved him," says Swift, "very well as a man of very good
      understanding and humour." Perceval was related to Sir John Perceval,
      afterwards Earl of Egmont (see Letter 18, note 15).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 1, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 8, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 The Examiner was resumed on Dec. 6, 1711, under Oldisworth's editorship,
      and was continued by him until July 1714.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Daniel Finch, second Earl of Nottingham, a staunch Tory, had quarrelled
      with the Government and the Court. On Dec. 7, 1711, he carried, by six
      votes, an amendment to the Address, to the effect that no peace would be
      acceptable which left Spain in the possession of the House of Bourbon.
      Harley's counter-stroke was the creation of twelve new peers. The Whigs
      rewarded Nottingham by withdrawing their opposition to the Occasional
      Conformity Bill:
    </p>
    <p>
      11 This "Song" begins:
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      12 The Conduct of the Allies.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Robert Bertie, Lord Willoughby de Eresby, and fourth Earl of Lindsey,
      was created Marquis of Lindsay in 1706, and Duke of Ancaster and Kesteven
      in 1715. He died in 1723.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Lady Sunderland (see Letter 27, note 21) and Lady Rialton, ladies of
      the bed-chamber to the Queen.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Hugh Cholmondeley (died 1724), the second Viscount, was created
      Viscount Malpas and Earl of Cholmondeley in 1706, and in 1708 was
      appointed Treasurer of Her Majesty's Household, an office which he held
      until 1713, in spite of his Whig sympathies. "Good for nothing, so far as
      ever I knew," Swift wrote of him.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Prov. xxv. 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 31, note 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Thomas Parker, afterwards created Earl of Macclesfield, was appointed
      Lord Chief-Justice in March 1710. In September 1711 he declined Harley's
      offer of the Lord Chancellorship, a post which he accepted under a Whig
      Government in the next reign.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 The Bill against Occasional Conformity.
    </p>
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      LETTER 37.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 The proposed visit to London of Prince Eugene of Savoy, the renowned
      General, and friend of Marlborough, was viewed by the Government with
      considerable alarm.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Swift's "An excellent new Song; being the intended Speech of a famous
      orator against Peace," a ballad "two degrees above Grub Street" (see
      Letter 36, note 11).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Robert Walpole was then M.P. for King's Lynn, and Leader of the
      Opposition in the House of Commons. He had been Secretary at War from
      February 1708 to September 1710, and the Commissioners of Public Accounts
      having reported, on Dec. 21, 1711, that he had been guilty of venality and
      corruption, he was expelled from the House of Commons, and taken to the
      Tower.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 William King, D.C.L., author of the Journey to London in 1698, Dialogues
      of the Dead, The Art of Cookery, and other amusing works, was, at the end
      of the month, appointed Gazetteer, in succession to Steele, on Swift's
      recommendation. Writing earlier in the year, Gay said that King deserved
      better than to "languish out the small remainder of his life in the Fleet
      Prison." The duties of Gazetteer were too much for his easy-going nature
      and failing health, and he resigned the post in July 1712. He died in the
      following December.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 At the bottom of St. James's Street, on the west side.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The Rev. John Shower, pastor of the Presbyterian Congregation at
      Curriers' Hall, London Wall.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 The Windsor Prophecy, in which the Duchess of Somerset (see Letter 17,
      note 10) is attacked as "Carrots from Northumberland."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Merlin's Prophecy, 1709, written in pseudo-mediaeval English.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 3, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Dorothy, daughter of Sir Edward Leach, of Shipley, Derbyshire.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Sir James Long, Bart. (died 1729), was at this time M.P. for
      Chippenham.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 The number containing this paragraph is not in the British Museum.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Joseph Beaumont (see Letter 1, note 2, Letter 26, Jul. 6, 1711 and
      Letter 35, note 26)
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 4, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Apparently a misprint for "whether."
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 32, note 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 James Compton, afterwards fifth Earl of Northampton (died 1754), was
      summoned to the House of Lords as Baron Compton in December 1711. Charles
      Bruce, who succeeded his father as third Earl of Aylesbury in 1741, was
      created Lord Bruce, of Whorlton, at the same time.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 James, Lord Compton, eldest son of the Earl of Northampton; Charles,
      Lord Bruce, eldest son of the Earl of Aylesbury; Henry Paget, son of Lord
      Paget; George Hay, Viscount Dupplin, the son-in-law of the Lord Treasurer,
      created Baron Hay; Viscount Windsor, created Baron Montjoy; Sir Thomas
      Mansel, Baron Mansel; Sir Thomas Willoughby, Baron Middleton; Sir Thomas
      Trevor, Baron Trevor; George Granville, Baron Lansdowne; Samuel Masham,
      Baron Masham; Thomas Foley, Baron Foley; and Allen Bathurst, Baron
      Bathurst.
    </p>
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      LETTER 38.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Juliana, widow of the second Earl of Burlington, and daughter of the
      Hon. Henry Noel, was Mistress of the Robes to Queen Anne. She died in
      1750, aged seventy-eight.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Thomas Windsor, Viscount Windsor (died 1738), an Irish peer, who had
      served under William III. in Flanders, was created Baron Montjoy, of the
      Isle of Wight, in December 1711. He married Charlotte, widow of John,
      Baron Jeffries, of Wem, and daughter of Philip Herbert, Earl of Pembroke.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The Hon. Russell Robartes, brother of Lord Radnor (see Letter 3, note
      7), was Teller of the Exchequer, and M.P. for Bodmin. His son became third
      Earl of Radnor in 1723.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Gay (Trivia, ii. 92) speaks of "the slabby pavement."
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 17, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 George Granville (see Letter 14, note 5), now Baron Lansdowne, married
      Lady Mary Thynne, widow of Thomas Thynne, and daughter of Edward, Earl of
      Jersey (see Letter 29, note 3). In October 1710 Lady Wentworth wrote to
      her son, "Pray, my dear, why will you let Lady Mary Thynne go? She is
      young, rich, and not unhandsome, some say she is pretty; and a virtuous
      lady, and of the nobility, and why will you not try to get her?"
      (Wentworth papers, 149).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 24, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Harness.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 On his birthday Swift read the third chapter of Job.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 33, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Sir George St. George of Dunmore, Co. Galway, M.P. for Co. Leitrim from
      1661 to 1692, and afterwards for Co. Galway, died in December 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 35, note 11 and Letter 31, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 4, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Dr. Pratt (see Letter 2, note 14).
    </p>
    <p>
      15 King Henry VIII., act iv. sc. 2; "An old man broken with the storms,"
      etc.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 "These words in the manuscript imitate Stella's writing, and are sloped
      the wrong way" (Deane Swift),
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Archibald Douglas, third Marquis of Douglas, was created Duke of
      Douglas in 1703. He died, without issue, in 1761.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Arbuthnot and Freind.
    </p>
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      LETTER 39.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Sir Stephen Evance, goldsmith, was knighted in 1690.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Because of the refusal of the House of Lords to allow the Duke of
      Hamilton (see Letter 27, note 9), a Scottish peer who had been raised to
      the peerage of Great Britain as Duke of Brandon, to sit under that title.
      The Scottish peers discontinued their attendance at the House until the
      resolution was partially amended; and the Duke of Hamilton always sat as a
      representative Scottish peer.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Sir William Robinson (1655-1736), created a baronet in 1689, was M.P.
      for York from 1697 to 1722. His descendants include the late Earl De Grey
      and the Marquis of Ripon.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 16, note 19. The full title was, Some Advice humbly offered
      to the Members of the October Club, in a Letter from a Person of Honour.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 38, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 "It is the last of the page, and written close to the edge of the paper"
      (Deane Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Henry Somerset, second Duke of Beaufort. In September 1711 the Duke&mdash;who
      was then only twenty-seven&mdash;married, as his third wife, Mary,
      youngest daughter of the Duke of Leeds. In the following January Lady
      Strafford wrote, "The Duke and Duchess of Beaufort are the fondest of one
      another in the world; I fear 'tis too hot to hold.... I own I fancy people
      may love one another as well without making so great a rout" (Wentworth
      Papers, 256). The Duke died in 1714, at the age of thirty.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 "Upon the 10th and 17th of this month the Examiner was very severe upon
      the Duke of Marlborough, and in consequence of this report pursued him
      with greater virulence in the following course of his papers" (Deane
      Swift).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 A term of execration. Scott (Kenilworth) has, "A pize on it."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 11, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 In a letter to Swift of Jan. 31, 1712, Sacheverell, after expressing
      his indebtedness to St. John and Harley, said, "For yourself, good Doctor,
      who was the first spring to move it, I can never sufficiently acknowledge
      the obligation," and in a postscript he hinted that a place in the Custom
      House which he heard was vacant might suit his brother.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Thomas Yalden, D.D., (1671-1736), Addison's college friend, succeeded
      Atterbury as preacher of Bridewell Hospital in 1713. In 1723 he was
      arrested on suspicion of being involved in the Atterbury plot.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Tablets.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Sir Solomon de Medina, a Jew, was knighted in 1700.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Davenant had been said to be the writer of papers which Swift
      contributed to the Examiner.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Henry Withers, a friend of "Duke" Disney (see Letter 16, note 20), was
      appointed Lieutenant-General in 1707, and Major-General in 1712. On his
      death in 1729 he was buried in Westminster Abbey.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 36, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Dyer's News Letter, the favourite reading of Sir Roger de Coverley
      (Spectator, No. 127), was the work of John Dyer, a Jacobite journalist. In
      the Tatler (No. 18) Addison says that Dyer was "justly looked upon by all
      the fox-hunters in the nation as the greatest statesman our country has
      produced." Lord Chief-Justice Holt referred to the News Letter as "a
      little scandalous paper of a scandalous author" (Howell's State Trials,
      xiv. 1150).
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 40.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Dr. John Sharp, made Archbishop of York in 1691, was called by Swift
      "the harmless tool of others' hate." Swift believed that Sharp, owing to
      his dislike of The Tale of a Tub, assisted in preventing the bishopric of
      Hereford being offered to him. Sharp was an excellent preacher, with a
      taste for both poetry and science.
    </p>
    <p>
      2 An edition of the Countess d'Aulnoy's Les Contes des Fees appeared in
      1710, in four volumes.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Francis Godolphin, Viscount Rialton, the eldest son of Sidney, Earl of
      Godolphin, succeeded his father as second Earl on Sept. 15, 1712. He held
      3 various offices, including that of Lord Privy Seal (1735-1740), and died
      in 1766, aged eighty-eight. He married, in 1698, Lady Henrietta Churchill,
      who afterwards was Duchess of Marlborough in her own right. She died in
      1733.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 26, note 24. Ladies of the bed-chamber received 1000 pounds a
      year.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 William O'Brien, third Earl of Inchiquin, succeeded his father in 1691,
      and died in 1719.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Lady Catherine Hyde was an unmarried daughter of Laurence Hyde, first
      Earl of Rochester (see Letter 8, note 22). Notwithstanding Swift's express
      statement that the lady to whom he here refers was the late Earl's
      daughter, and the allusion to her sister, Lady Dalkeith, in Letter 60,
      note 26, she has been confused by previous editors with her niece, Lady
      Catherine Hyde (see Letter 26, note 24), daughter of the second Earl, and
      afterwards Duchess of Queensberry. That lady, not long afterwards to be
      celebrated by Prior, was a child under twelve when Swift wrote.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Sir John Trevor (1637-1717), formerly Speaker of the House of Commons.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 11, note 44.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 34, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 23, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Charles Trimnel, made Bishop of Norwich in 1708, and Bishop of
      Winchester in 1721, was strongly opposed to High Church doctrines.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Jibe or jest.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 22, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The treaty concluded with Holland in 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Feb. 2 is the Purification of the Virgin Mary.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 29, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 11, note 53.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Lady Mary Butler (see Letter 7, note 2 and Letter 3, note 40), daughter
      of the Duke of Ormond, who married, in 1710, John, third Lord Ashburnham,
      afterwards Earl of Ashburnham.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 2, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 36, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Scroop Egerton, fifth Earl and first Duke of Bridgewater, married, in
      1703, Lady Elizabeth Churchill, third daughter of the Duke of Marlborough.
      She died in 1714, aged twenty-six.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 30, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Heart.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Edward Fowler, D.D., appointed Bishop of Gloucester in 1691, died in
      1714.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Isaac Manley (see Letter 3, note 3).
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 41.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 This letter, the first of the series published by Hawkesworth, of which
      we have the originals (see Preface), was addressed "To Mrs. Johnson at her
      Lodgings over against St. Mary's Church, near Capell Street, Dublin,
      Ireland"; and was endorsed by her "Recd. Mar. 1st."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 10, note 28.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 12, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 23, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Charles Ross, son of the eleventh Baron Ross, was Colonel of the Royal
      Irish Dragoons from 1695 to 1705. He was a Lieutenant-General under the
      Duke of Ormond in Flanders, and died in 1732 (Dalton, ii. 212, iii. 34).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Charles Paulet, Marquis of Winchester, succeeded his father (see Letter
      31, note 2) as third Duke of Bolton in 1722. He married, as his second
      wife, Lavinia Fenton, the actress who took the part of Polly Peacham in
      Gay's Beggars Opera in 1728, and he died in 1754.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 John Blith, or Bligh, son of the Right Hon. Thomas Bligh, M.P. of
      Rathmore, Co. Meath (see Letter 4, note 22). In August 1713 he married
      Lady Theodosia Hyde, daughter of Edward, third Earl of Clarendon. Lord
      Berkeley of Stratton wrote, "Lady Theodosia Hyde... is married to an Irish
      Mr. Blythe, of a good estate, who will soon have enough of her, if I can
      give any guess" (Wentworth Papers, 353). In 1715 Bligh was made Baron
      Clifton, of Rathmore, and Earl of Darnley in 1725. He died in 1728.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Word obliterated; probably "found." Forster reads "oors, dee MD."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Words obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 31, note 1 and Letter 10, note 31.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 20, Apr. 13-14, 1711 and Letter 9, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Words obliterated. Forster reads "fourth. Euge, euge, euge."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Words obliterated; one illegible.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 2, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 1, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Service.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 "Aplon"&mdash;if this is the right word&mdash;means, of course, apron&mdash;the
      apron referred to on Letter 39, Jan. 25, 1711-12.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Words obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 As the son of a "brother" of the Club.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 The Archbishop, Dr. King.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Tacitus, Annals, book ii. Cn. Calpurnius Piso, who was said to have
      poisoned Germanicus, was found with his throat cut.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 This satire on Marlborough concludes&mdash; "And Midas now neglected
      stands, With asses' ears and dirty hands."
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Dr. Robinson, Bishop of Bristol.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Some Remarks on the Barrier Treaty.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Several words are obliterated. Forster reads "MD MD, for we must always
      write to MD MD MD, awake or asleep;" but the passage is illegible.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 11, note 39 and Letter 61, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 A long erasure. Forster reads "Go to bed. Help pdfr. Rove pdfr. MD MD.
      Nite darling rogues."
    </p>
    <p>
      29 Word obliterated. Forster reads "saucy."
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Letter from.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 Words partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 Swift wrote by mistake, "On Europe Britain's safety lies"; the slip was
      pointed out by Hawkesworth. All the verse is written in the MSS. as prose.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 "Them" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      34 See Wyons Queen Anne, ii. 366-7.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 A Proposal for Correcting, Improving, and Ascertaining the English
      Tongue, in a Letter to the Most Honourable Robert, Earl of Oxford, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 "Help him to draw up the representation" (omitting every other letter).
    </p>
    <p>
      37 See Letter 23, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      38 Robert Benson.
    </p>
    <p>
      39 The Story of the St. Albans Ghost, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      40 "Usually" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      41 These words are partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      42 This sentence is obliterated. Forster reads, "Farewell, mine deelest
      rife deelest char Ppt, MD MD MD Ppt, FW, Lele MD, ME ME ME ME aden FW MD
      Lazy ones Lele Lele all a Lele."
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 42.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Endorsed by Stella "Recd. Mar. 19."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 "Would" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Conversation.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 John Guillim's Display of Heraldrie appeared first in 1610. The edition
      to which Swift refers was probably that of 1679, which is wrongly
      described as the "fifth edition," instead of the seventh.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 "One of the horses here mentioned may have been the celebrated Godolphin
      Arabian from whom descends all the blue blood of the racecourse, and who
      was the grandfather of Eclipse" (Larwood's Story of the London Parks, 99).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 36, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Dorothea, daughter of James Stopford, of New Hall, County Meath, and
      sister of Lady Newtown-Butler, was the second wife of Edward, fourth Earl
      of Meath, who died without issue in 1707. She afterwards married General
      Richard Gorges (see Journal, April 5, 1713), of Kilbrue, County Meath, and
      Swift wrote an epitaph on them&mdash;"Doll and Dickey."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Here follow some obliterated words.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Barber (see Letter 12, note 6).
    </p>
    <p>
      10 "The editors supposed Zinkerman (which they printed in capitals) to
      mean some outlandish or foreign distinction; but it is the little language
      for 'gentleman'" (Forster).
    </p>
    <p>
      11 The Hon. Charles Butler, second son of Thomas, Earl of Ossory, eldest
      son of James, Duke of Ormond, was elevated to the peerage of Ireland in
      1693 as Earl of Arran, and was also created a peer of England, as Baron
      Butler. He held various offices under William III. and Queen Anne, and
      died without issue in 1759.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 "They" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 31, Jan. 12, 1711-12 and Letter 3, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 11, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Sir William Wyndham, Bart., of Orchard Wyndham, married Lady Catherine
      Seymour, daughter of the sixth Duke of Somerset (see Letter 25, note 1).
      Their eldest son, Charles, succeeded his uncle, the Duke of Somerset, as
      Earl of Egremont; and the second son, Percy, was afterwards created Earl
      of Thomond. The Wyndhams' house was in Albemarle Street; the loss was over
      20,000 pounds; but they were "much more concerned for their servants than
      for all the other losses" (Wentworth Papers, 274). The Duke of Ormond
      "worked as hard as any of the ordinary men, and gave many guineas about to
      encourage the men to work hard." The Queen gave the Wyndhams temporary
      lodgings in "St. James's house."
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 3, note 31.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 What.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Devil's.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 "To" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 35, note 25.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 41, note 34.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 12, Jan. 1, 1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Peregrine Hyde Osborne, Earl of Danby, afterwards Marquis of
      Caermarthen and third Duke of Leeds (see Letter 56, note 6). His sister
      Mary was married to the Duke of Beaufort (see Letter 39, note 7).
    </p>
    <p>
      24 See Letter 9, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Several undecipherable words. Forster reads, "Pidy Pdfr, deelest
      Sollahs."
    </p>
    <p>
      26 "K" (MS.). It should, of course, be "Queen's."
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 22, note 18.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 43.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Addressed "To Mrs. Johnson, at her lodgings over against St. Mary's
      Church, near Capel Street, Dublin, Ireland." Endorsed "Mar. 30."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 9, note 1.
    </p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
3 The Mohocks succeeded the Scowrers of William III.'s reign. Gay
(Trivia, iii. 325) says     "Who has not heard the Scowrers' midnight fame?
      Who has not trembled at the Mohocks' name?"
Lady Wentworth (Wentworth Papers, 277) says: "They put an old woman into
a hogshead, and rolled her down a hill; they cut off some noses, others'
hands, and several barbarous tricks, without any provocation. They are
said to be young gentlemen; they never take any money from any." See
also the Spectator, Nos. 324, 332, and 347 (where Budgell alludes to
"the late panic fear"), and Defoe's Review for March 15, 1712. Swift was
in considerable alarm about the Mohocks throughout March, and said that
they were all Whigs. The reports that numbers of persons, including men
of figure, had joined together to commit assaults in the streets, made
many fear to leave their houses at night. A proclamation was issued for
the suppressing of riots and the discovery of those guilty of the
late outrages; but it seems probable that the disorders were not more
frequent than might be expected from time to time in a great city.
</pre>
    <p>
      4 Henry Davenant, son of Charles Davenant (see Letter 8, note 14), was
      Resident at Frankfort. Macky described him as "very giddy-headed, with
      some wit," to which Swift added, "He is not worth mentioning."
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Thomas Burnet, youngest son of Gilbert Burnet, Bishop of Salisbury, was
      at this time a young man about town of no good reputation. Afterwards he
      turned his attention to the law, and was appointed a judge of the Court of
      Common Pleas in 1741. He was knighted in 1745, and died in 1753.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 By Arbuthnot, written to recommend the peace proposals of the
      Government. The full title was, Law is a Bottomless Pit. Exemplified in
      the case of the Lord Strutt, John Bull, Nicholas Frog, and Lewis Baboon;
      who spent all they had in a Law Suit.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 25, note 6 and Letter 41, note 35.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Our little language.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Forster reads, "two deelest nauty nown MD."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 6, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 William Diaper, son of Joseph Diaper of Bridgewater, was sent to
      Balliol College, Oxford, in 1699, at the age of fourteen. He entered the
      Church, and was curate at Brent, Somerset; but he died in 1717, aged
      twenty-nine.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 The Examiner (vol. ii. No. 15) complained of general bribery and
      oppression on the part of officials and underlings in the public service,
      especially in matters connected with the army; but the writer said that
      the head (Lord Lansdowne) was just and liberal in his nature, and easy in
      his fortune, and a man of honour and virtue.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Sealed documents given to show that a merchant's goods are entered.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Thomas Lawrence, First Physician to Queen Anne, and Physician-General
      to the Army, died in 1714 (Gentleman's Magazine, 1815, ii. 17). His
      daughter Elizabeth was second wife to Lord Mohun.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 17, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 26, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 No officer named Newcomb appears in Dalton's Army Lists; but the
      allusion to General Ross, further on in Letter 43, adds to the probability
      that Swift was referring to one of the sons of Sir Thomas Newcomen, Bart.,
      who was killed at the siege of Enniskillen. Beverley Newcomen (Dalton,
      iii. 52, iv. 60), who was probably Swift's acquaintance, was described in
      a petition of 1706 as a Lieutenant who had served at Killiecrankie, and
      had been in Major-General Ross's regiment ever since 1695.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Atterbury.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Evidently a familiar quotation at the time. Forster reads, incorrectly,
      "But the more I lite MD."
    </p>
    <p>
      20 See Letter 41, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 12, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 In 1681, Elizabeth, only daughter and heiress of John Ayres, of the
      City of London, then aged about twenty, became the fourth and last wife of
      Heneage Finch, Earl of Winchelsea, who died in 1689. She lived until 1745.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 23, note 17.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Enoch Sterne (see Letter 4, note 17).
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Lieut.-Col. Robert Sterne was in Col. Frederick Hamilton's Regiment in
      1695.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Letter.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 13, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 The title was, John Bull in his Senses: being the Second Part of Law is
      a Bottomless Pit.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 36, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Cf. note 9 above. Forster reads "nautyas," when the words would mean
      "as naughty as nine," apparently.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 See note 19 above.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 In 1549, James, second Earl of Arran, was made Duke of Chatelherault by
      Henry II. of France. His eldest son died without issue; the second, John,
      became first Marquis of Hamilton, and was great-grandfather of Lady Anne
      Hamilton (Duchess of Hamilton), mother of the Duke of Swift's Journal. The
      Earl of Abercorn, on the other hand, was descended from Claud, third son
      of the Earl of Arran, but in the male line; and his claim was therefore
      the stronger, according to the French law of inheritance.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 Madams.
    </p>
    <p>
      34 This word is doubtful. Forster reads "cobbled."
    </p>
    <p>
      35 A mistake, apparently, for "writing." The letter was begun on March 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 Silly jade.
    </p>
    <p>
      37 O Lord, what a clutter.
    </p>
    <p>
      38 On the death of Dr. William Graham, Dean of Wells, it was reported that
      Swift was to be his successor. Dr. Brailsford, however, received the
      appointment.
    </p>
    <p>
      39 Abel Roper (1665-1726), a Tory journalist, published, thrice weekly,
      the Postboy, to which Swift sometimes sent paragraphs. Boyer (Political
      State, 1711, p. 678) said that Roper was only the tool of a party; "there
      are men of figure and distinction behind the curtain, who furnish him with
      such scandalous reflections as they think proper to cast upon their
      antagonists."
    </p>
    <p>
      40 Joe Beaumont.
    </p>
    <p>
      41 Beg your pardon, Madams, I'm glad you like your apron (see Letter 41,
      note 18).
    </p>
    <p>
      42 This word was smudged by Swift.
    </p>
    <p>
      43 I cannot find Somers in contemporary lists of officials. Cf. Letter 30,
      note 16 and Letter 17, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      44 Obliterated and doubtful.
    </p>
    <p>
      45 Words obliterated and illegible. Forster reads, conjecturally, "Pray
      send Pdfr the ME account that I may have time to write to Parvisol."
    </p>
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      LETTER 44.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Apr. 14."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 "Is" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The words after "yet" are partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 7, note 35.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 John Cecil, sixth Earl of Exeter (died 1721).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 22, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Arbuthnot.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 A resort of the Tories.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Deane Swift, a son of Swift's uncle Godwin, was a merchant in Lisbon.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Winces. Lyly says, "Rubbe there no more, least I winch."
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Probably William Whiston, who was deprived of the Lucasian
      professorship at Cambridge in 1710 for his heterodox views. Parliament
      having offered a reward for the discovery of means of finding the
      longitude, Whiston made several attempts (1714 and 1721).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Word obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Distilled water prepared with rosemary flowers. In Fielding's Joseph
      Andrews, a lady gives up to a highway robber, in her fright, a silver
      bottle which, the ruffian said, contained some of the best brandy he had
      ever tasted; this she "afterwards assured the company was a mistake of her
      maid, for that she had ordered her to fill the bottle with Hungary water."
    </p>
    <p>
      14 As I hope to be saved.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Added on the fourth page, as the letter was folded.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 45.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Johnson," etc. Endorsed "May 1st."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 A kind of clover, used for soothing purposes.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 46.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "May 15."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Madam Ayris.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Simpleton.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Robert Benson (see Letter 6, note 36).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 41, note 35 and Letter 43, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The title was, An Appendix to John Bull still in his Senses: or, Law is
      a Bottomless Pit.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Arbuthnot.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Enquiries by servants.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 17, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Sick.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Afterwards Rector of Letcombe, Berks. It was to his house that Swift
      repaired a few weeks before the Queen's death. On June 8, 1714, he wrote,
      "I am at a clergyman's house, whom I love very well, but he is such a
      melancholy, thoughtful man, partly from nature, and partly by a solitary
      life, that I shall soon catch the spleen from him. His wife has been this
      month twenty miles off at her father's, and will not return these ten
      days, and perhaps the house will be worse when she comes." Swift spells
      the name "Geree"; later on in the Journal he mentions two of Mr. Gery's
      sisters, Betty (Mrs. Elwick) and Moll (Mrs. Wigmore); probably he made the
      acquaintance of the family when he was living with the Temples at Moor
      Park (see Letter 59, note 11).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Because she is a good girl in other things.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 47.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "June 5."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Sice, the number six at dice.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 At Laracor Swift had "a canal and river-walk and willows."
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Splenetic fellow.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 One of them was by Oldmixon: Reflections on Dr. Swift's Letter to the
      Earl of Oxford.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Beg your pardon.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 25, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 On May 28, Lord Halifax moved an Address to the Queen that the
      instructions given to the Duke of Ormond might be laid before the House,
      and that further orders might be issued to him to act offensively, in
      concert with the Allies. Wharton and Nottingham supported the motion, but
      it was negatived by 68 votes against 40. A similar motion in the House of
      Commons was defeated by 203 against 73.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 34, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 23, note 13.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 "Some Reasons to prove that no Person is obliged by his Principles, as
      a Whig, to oppose Her Majesty: in a Letter to a Whig Lord."
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Several words obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Several words obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The bellman.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 This present writing.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Please.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 48.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Rebecca Dingley," etc. Endorsed "June 23d."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Mr. Ryland reads "second."
    </p>
    <p>
      3 As I hope to be saved.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 30, Sept. 18, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Glad at heart.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The threepenny pamphlet mentioned in Letter 47, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 I.e., for.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 49.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley." Endorsed "July 8."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 28, note 24.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 10, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 3, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 48, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Dr. William Lloyd&mdash;one of the Seven Bishops of 1688&mdash;was
      eighty-four years of age at this time; he died five years later. He was a
      strong antipapist, and a great student of the Apocalypse, besides being a
      hard-working bishop. A curious letter from him to Lord Oxford about a
      coming war of religion is given in the Welbeck Papers (Hist. MSS. Comm.)
      v. 128.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 "Toland's Invitation to Dismal to dine with the Calf's Head Club." The
      Earl of Nottingham (Dismal) had deserted the Tories, and Swift's imitation
      of Horace (Epist. I. v.) is an invitation from Toland to dine with "his
      trusty friends" in celebration of the execution of Charles I. The Calf's
      Head Club was in the habit of toasting "confusion to the race of kings."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Bolingbroke.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 George Fitzroy, Duke of Northumberland (died 1716), a natural son of
      Charles II., was also Viscount Falmouth and Baron of Pontefract. See Notes
      and Queries, viii. i. 135.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Enoch Sterne.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Templeoag (see Letter 48, Jun. 17, 1712).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Swift probably was only repeating an inaccurate rumour, for there is no
      evidence that Steele was arrested. His gambling scheme was withdrawn
      directly an information was laid under the new Act of Parliament against
      gambling (Aitken's Life of Steele, i. 347).
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Dr. William Moreton (1641-1715), Swift's diocesan, was translated from
      the see of Kildare to that of Meath in 1705.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Words obliterated. Forster reads conjecturally, "when ME wants me to
      send. She ought to have it," etc.
    </p>
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      LETTER 50.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "July 23."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 "N.33" seems a mistake. Letter No. 32 was received after Swift had left
      Kensington and gone to Windsor; see Letter 51, Aug. 7, 1712 and Letter 52,
      Sept. 18, 1712 (Ryland).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Dr. Moreton (see Letter 49, note 13).
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Memoranda.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Again.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 O Lord, drunken slut.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 There's for you now, and there's for your letter, and every kind of
      thing.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Bolingbroke.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 13, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Grub Street pamphlet. The title was, A Supposed Letter from the
      Pretender to another Whig Lord.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Arnold Joost Van Keppel, created Earl of Albemarle in 1697. He died in
      1718. The action referred to was at Denain, where the Dutch were defeated
      by Villars.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 51.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Aug. 14."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Perhaps this was influenza.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 By the Stamp Act passed on June 10, 1712&mdash;which was repealed in
      1859&mdash;a duty of one halfpenny was levied on all pamphlets and
      newspapers contained in half a sheet or less, and a duty of one penny on
      those of more than half but not exceeding a whole sheet. Swift opposed the
      idea in January 1711 (see Letter 15, note 1), and Defoe argued against the
      Bill in the Review for April 26, 1712, and following numbers. Addison, in
      the Spectator, No. 445, spoke of the mortality among authors resulting
      from the Stamp Act as "the fall of the leaf."
    </p>
    <p>
      4 The title is, "Lewis Baboon turned honest, and John Bull politician.
      Being the Fourth Part of Law is a Bottomless Pit." This pamphlet&mdash;really
      the fifth of the series&mdash;appeared on July 31, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Poor Laracor.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 12, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 On the death of the third Earl in 1712, the title of Earl of Winchelsea
      passed to his uncle, Heneage Finch, who had married Anne, daughter of Sir
      William Kingsmill (see Letter 24, note 7).
    </p>
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      LETTER 52.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Oct. 1st. At Portraune"
      (Portraine).
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Oxford and Bolingbroke.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Including Hester Vanhomrigh.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 He died on Sept. 15, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Elizabeth Villiers, eldest daughter of Sir Edward Villiers, Knight
      Marischal of England, and sister of the first Earl of Jersey. In 1695 she
      married Lord George Hamilton (son of Lord William Douglas, afterwards Duke
      of Hamilton), who was raised to the peerage of Scotland in 1696 as Earl of
      Orkney. William III. gave her an Irish estate worth 26,000 pounds a year.
      Swift's opinion of her wisdom is confirmed by Lord Lansdowne, who speaks,
      in his Progress of Poetry, of
    </p>
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     "Villiers, for wisdom and deep judgment famed,
      Of a high race, victorious beauty brings
      To grace our Courts, and captivate our Kings."
</pre>
    <p>
      The "beauty" seems a poetic licence; Swift says the lady squinted "like a
      dragon."
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Cliefden.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 12, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Swift's sister (see Letter 9, note 22).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Forster reads "returned."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Swift's letter to General Hill of Aug. 12, 1712
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Swift's housekeeper at Laracor.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 I.e., be made freemen of the City.
    </p>
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      LETTER 53.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Octr. 18. At Portraune."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 "Sometimes, when better company was not to be had, he (Swift) was
      honoured by being invited to play at cards with his patron; and on such
      occasions Sir William was so generous as to give his antagonist a little
      silver to begin with" (Macaulay, History of England, chap. xix.).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The History of the Works of the Learned, a quarto periodical, was
      published from 1699 to 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 35, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 28, note 25.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Lady Elizabeth Savage, daughter of Richard, fourth Earl Rivers (see
      Letter 11, note 9), was the second wife of James Barry, fourth Earl of
      Barrymore. Of Earl Rivers' illegitimate children, one, Bessy, married (1)
      Frederick Nassau, third Earl of Rochford, and (2) a clergyman named
      Carter; while another, Richard Savage, was the poet. Earl Rivers'
      successor, John Savage, the fifth Earl, was a Roman Catholic priest, the
      grandson of John, first Earl Rivers. On his death in 1728 the title became
      extinct.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 No. 32.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Very sick.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 From "but I" to "agreeable" is partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Mrs. Swanton was the eldest daughter of Willoughby Swift, and therefore
      Swift's second cousin. In her will Esther Johnson left to Swift "a bond of
      thirty pounds, due to me by Dr. Russell, in trust for the use of Mrs.
      Honoria Swanton."
    </p>
    <p>
      11 This sentence is partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 51, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 5, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 The latter half of this sentence is partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Partly obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 8, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Wise.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Partly obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 6, note 45.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 This sentence is almost obliterated.
    </p>
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      LETTER 54.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 The MS. of this letter has not been preserved.
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 26, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Swift's friend, Dr. Pratt (see Letter 2, note 14), was then Provost of
      Trinity College, Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Samuel Molyneux, then aged twenty-three, was the son of William Molyneux
      (1656-1698), M.P. for Dublin University, a writer on philosophical and
      scientific subjects, and the friend of Locke. Samuel Molyneux took his
      M.A. degree in Dublin in 1710, and in 1712 visited England. He was
      befriended by the Duke of Marlborough at Antwerp, and in 1714 was sent by
      the Duke on a mission to the Court of Hanover. He held office under George
      I., but devoted most of his attention to astronomical research, until his
      death in 1728.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Probably "The Case of Ireland's being bound by Acts of Parliament in
      England stated" (1698).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Oxford and Bolingbroke.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 36, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 51, Aug. 7, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 George Ridpath (died 1726), a Whig journalist, of whom Pope (Dunciad, i.
      208) wrote&mdash; "To Dulness Ridpath is as dear as Mist." He edited the
      Flying Post for some years, and also wrote for the Medley in 1712. In
      September William Hurt and Ridpath were arrested for libellous and
      seditious articles, but were released on bail. On October 23 they appeared
      before the Court of Queen's Bench, and were continued on their
      recognizances. In February 1713 Ridpath was tried and, in spite of an able
      defence by leading Whig lawyers, was convicted. Sentence was postponed,
      and when Ridpath failed to appear, as ordered, in April, his recognizances
      were escheated, and a reward offered for his discovery; but he had fled to
      Scotland, and from thence to Holland.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 52, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Lady Orkney's sister, Barbara Villiers, who married John Berkeley,
      fourth Viscount Fitz-Hardinge, had been governess to the Duke of
      Gloucester, Queen Anne's son. She died in 1708, in her fifty-second year;
      and on her husband's death four years later the peerage became extinct.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 For the street criers, see the Spectator, No. 251.
    </p>
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      LETTER 55.
    </h2>
    <p>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley." Endorsed "Nov. 26, just come from
      Portraine"; and "The band-box plot&mdash;D: Hamilton's murther."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Charles Mohun, fifth Baron Mohun, had been twice arraigned of murder,
      but acquitted; and during his short but turbulent life he had taken part
      in many duels. Even Burnet could say nothing in his favour.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 This duel between the Duke of Hamilton (see Letter 27, note 9) and Lord
      Mohun, who had married nieces of Lord Macclesfield, had its origin in a
      protracted dispute about some property. The challenge came from Lord
      Mohun, and the combatants fought like "enraged lions." Tory writers
      suggested that the duel was a Whig conspiracy to get rid of the Duke of
      Hamilton (Examiner, Nov. 20, 1712). The whole subject is discussed from
      the Whig point of view in Boyer's Political State for 1712, pp. 297-326.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 "Will" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 27, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 George Maccartney (see Letter 11, note 13 and Letter 39, Jan. 22,
      1711-12 ) fought at Almanza, Malplaquet, and Douay. After the duel,
      Maccartney escaped to Holland, but on the accession of George I. he
      returned to England, and was tried for murder (June 1716), when Colonel
      Hamilton gave evidence against him. Hamilton's evidence was discredited,
      and he found it necessary to sell his commission and leave the country.
      Maccartney was found guilty as an accessory, and "burnt" in the hand.
      Within a month he was given an appointment in the army; and promoted to be
      Lieutenant-General. He died in 1730.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Colonel John Hamilton, of the Scots Guards. He surrendered himself, and
      was tried at the Old Bailey on Dec. 12, 1712, when he was found guilty of
      manslaughter, on two indictments; and on the following day he was "burnt"
      in the hand. Hamilton died in October 1716, soon after Maccartney's trial,
      from a sudden vomiting of blood.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 "That" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 The story (as told in the Tory Postboy of Nov. 11 to 13) was that on
      Nov. 4 a bandbox was sent to the Earl of Oxford by post. When he began to
      open it he saw a pistol, whereupon a gentleman present (Swift) asked for
      the box, and opening it, by the window, found powder, nails, etc., so
      arranged that, if opened in the ordinary way, the whole would have been
      fired, and two barrels discharged different ways. No doubt a box so packed
      was received, but whether anything serious was intended, or whether it was
      a hoax, cannot be said with any certainty. The Earl of Oxford is said to
      have met allusions to the subject with a smile, and Swift seems to have
      been annoyed at the reports which were put into circulation.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 "We have received a more particular account relating to the box sent to
      the Lord Treasurer, as mentioned in our last, which is as follows," etc.
      (Evening News, Nov. 11 to 13, 1712).
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Either "A Letter to the People, to be left for them at the Booksellers,
      with a word or two of the Bandbox Plot" (by T. Burnet), 1712, or "An
      Account of the Duel..., with Previous Reflections on Sham Plots" (by A.
      Boyer), 1712. Swift's connection with the Bandbox Plot was ridiculed in
      the Flying Post for Nov. 20 to 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Cf. Letter 16, Feb. 20, 1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 This sentence is partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Part of this sentence has been obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 43, note 39. I have not been able to find a copy of the
      paper containing Swift's paragraph.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 This sentence is partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 12, note 2.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Apparently Humphrey Griffith, who was one of the Commissioners of Salt;
      but Swift gives the name as "Griffin" throughout.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 53, note 13 and Letter 5, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 For these shorter letters Swift folded the folio sheet before writing.
    </p>
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      LETTER 56.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Decr. 18."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Vengeance.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Charles Connor, scholar of Trinity College, Dublin, who took his B.A.
      degree in the same year as Swift (1686), and his M.A. degree in 1691.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 The History of the Peace of Utrecht.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 55, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Lord Oxford's daughter Elizabeth married, on Dec. 16, 1712, Peregrine
      Hyde, Marquis of Caermarthen, afterwards third Duke of Leeds (see Letter
      42, note 23 and Letter 24, note 5). She died on Nov. 20, 1713, a few days
      after the birth of a son. Swift called her "a friend I extremely loved."
    </p>
    <p>
      7 "Is" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Disorders.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 34, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 John Francis, Rector of St. Mary's, Dublin, was made Dean of Leighlin
      in 1705.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 9, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Possibly "have."
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 55, notes 9, 10, 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 This clause is omitted by Mr. Ryland.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 31, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 See Letter 54, Oct. 30, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Thomas Jones, Esq., was M.P. for Trim in the Parliament of 1713-4.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 A Dutch agent employed in the negotiations with Lewis XIV.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 When I come home.
    </p>
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      LETTER 57.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Jan. 13."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 "Ay, marry, this is something like." The earlier editions give, "How
      agreeable it is in a morning." The words in the MS. are partially
      obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 In this letter (Dec. 20, 1712) Swift paid many compliments to the
      Duchess of Ormond (see Letter 17, note 5): "All the accomplishments of
      your mind and person are so deeply printed in the heart, and represent you
      so lively to my imagination, that I should take it for a high affront if
      you believed it in the power of colours to refresh my memory."
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Tisdall's Conduct of the Dissenters in Ireland (see Letter 61, note 7).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 9, note 20 and Letter 20, Apr. 13, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Monteleon.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 5, note 8 and Letter 3, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Utrecht, North and South Holland, and West Frieseland.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 46, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 46, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 "On Queen Anne's Peace."
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 43, note 11. The poem was "Dryades, or the Nymph's
      Prophecy."
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 35, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 17, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Dr. Tobias Pullen (1648-1713) was made Bishop of Dromore in 1695.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Lord Charles Douglas, Earl of Selkirk, died unmarried in 1739. When his
      father, William, first Earl of Selkirk, married Anne, Duchess of Hamilton,
      the Duchess obtained for her husband, in 1660, the title of Duke of
      Hamilton, for life. James II. conferred the Earldom of Selkirk on his
      Grace's second and younger sons, primogenitively; and the second son
      having died without issue, the third, Charles, became Earl. The fifth son,
      George, was created Earl of Orkney (see Letter 52, note 5). The difference
      between Lord Selkirk and the Earl of Abercorn (see Letter 10, note 33) to
      which Swift alludes was in connection with the claim to the Dukedom of
      Chatelherault (see Letter 43, note 32).
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Heart.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 This sentence is almost illegible.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 A reward of 500 pounds was offered by the Crown for Maccartney's
      apprehension, and 200 pounds by the Duchess of Hamilton.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 In the proposed History of the Peace of Utrecht.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Mr. Ryland's reading. Forster has "Iss." These words are obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Hoist. Cf."Hoised up the mainsail" (Acts xxvii. 40).
    </p>
    <p>
      23 It was afterwards found that Miss Ashe was suffering from smallpox.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 We are told in the Wentworth Papers, p. 268, that the Duchess of
      Shrewsbury remarked to Lady Oxford, "Madam, I and my Lord are so weary of
      talking politics; what are you and your Lord?" whereupon Lady Oxford
      sighed and said she knew no Lord but the Lord Jehovah. The Duchess
      rejoined, "Oh, dear! Madam, who is that? I believe 'tis one of the new
      titles, for I never heard of him before."
    </p>
    <p>
      25 A thousand merry new years. The words are much obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Lady Anne Hamilton, daughter of James, first Duke of Hamilton, became
      Duchess on the death of her uncle William, the second Duke, at the battle
      of Worcester.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 The quarrel between Oxford and Bolingbroke.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 See Letter 19, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 Burnet (History, iv. 382) says that the Duc d'Aumont was "a goodnatured
      and generous man, of profuse expense, throwing handfuls of money often out
      of his coach as he went about the streets. He was not thought a man of
      business, and seemed to employ himself chiefly in maintaining the dignity
      of his character and making himself acceptable to the nation."
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 For the most part illegible. Forster reads, "Go, play cards, and be
      melly, deelest logues, and rove Pdfr. Nite richar MD, FW oo roves Pdfr. FW
      lele lele ME ME MD MD MD MD MD MD. MD FW FW FW ME ME FW FW FW FW FW ME ME
      ME."
    </p>
    <p>
      32 On the third page of the paper.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 See Letter 7, note 3.
    </p>
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      LETTER 58.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 To "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Feb. 4."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 This sentence is scribbled over. Forster reads the last word as
      "lastalls," i.e. rascals, but it seems rather to be "ledles."
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Dr. Peter Brown was appointed Bishop of Cork in 1709.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 5, note 22.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 5, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 See Letter 5, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Dr. H. Humphreys, Bishop of Hereford, died on Nov. 20, 1712. His
      successor was Dr. Philip Bisse (1667-1721), Bishop of St. David's (see
      Letter 3, note 36).
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Thomas Keightley, a Commissioner of the Great Seal in Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 Nearly obliterated. Mr. Ryland reads, "deelest MD."
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 57, note 14.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 In the Examiner for Jan. 5 to 9, 1712(-13), there is an account of the
      game of Similitudes. One person thinks of a subject, and the others, not
      knowing what it is, name similitudes, and when the subject is proclaimed,
      must make good the comparisons. On the occasion described, the subject
      chosen was Faction. The prize was given to a Dutchman, who argued that
      Faction was like butter, because too much fire spoiled its consistency.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Earl Poulett (see Letter 20, note 7).
    </p>
    <p>
      13 "Say" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Dr. Pratt.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 13, Jan. 6, 1710-11.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 This sentence is partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 31, note 10 and, in the same letter, Oct. 5, 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Cf. the account of Beatrix's feelings on the death of the Duke in
      "Esmond", book iii. chaps. 6 and 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 21, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 "Her Majesty is all goodness and tenderness to her people and her
      Allies. She has now prorogued the best Parliament that ever assembled in
      her reign and respited her own glory, and the wishes, prayers, and wants
      of her people, only to give some of her Allies an opportunity to think of
      the returns they owe her, and try if there be such a thing as gratitude,
      justice, or humanity in Europe. The conduct of Her Majesty is without
      parallel. Never was so great a condescension made to the unreasonable
      clamours of an insolent faction now dwindled to the most contemptible
      circumstances."&mdash;Examiner, Jan. 12-16, 1712(-13).
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Mr. Collins's "Discourse of Freethinking, put into plain English by way
      of Abstract, for the use of the Poor," an ironical pamphlet on Arthur
      Collins's Discourse of Freethinking, 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 The History of the Peace of Utrecht.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 A line here has been erased. Forster imagined that he read, "Nite dear
      MD, drowsy drowsy dear."
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Hereford.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Very well.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Sentence obliterated. Forster professes to read, "Pay can oo walk
      oftener&mdash;oftener still?"
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 57, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Dr. Bisse, translated from St. David's.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 58, note 7 and Letter 19, note 1.
    </p>
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    <h2>
      LETTER 59.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 To "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Febr. 26."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 58, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 28, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 55, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 A result of confusion between Erasmus Lewis and Henry Lewis, a Hamburg
      merchant. See Swift's paper in the Examiner of Jan. 30 to Feb. 2,
      reprinted in his Works under the title, "A Complete Refutation of the
      Falsehoods alleged against Erasmus Lewis, Esq."
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Lord Dupplin (see Letter 5, note 34) had been created Baron Hay in
      December 1711.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 A composition of inflammable materials.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Assessors.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 6, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 59, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 46, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 3, notes 21 and 22, Letter 39, Jan. 12, 1711-12 and Letter
      42, Mar. 1, 1711-12.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Dr. Bisse.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 33, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Forster reads, "something."
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Hardly legible.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 7, note 31.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Stella's brother-in-law (See Letter 53, note 13, Letter 5, note 16 and
      Letter 55, Nov. 18, 1712).
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Forster guesses, "Oo are so 'recise; not to oor health."
    </p>
    <p>
      20 For "poo Ppt's." Mr. Ryland reads, "people's."
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 57, 21 Dec. 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 57, note 23.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 14, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Obliterated; Forster's reading.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Writing in October 1713, Lord Berkeley of Stratton told Lord Strafford
      of "a fine prank of the widow Lady Jersey" (see Letter 29, note 3). "It is
      well known her lord died much in debt, and she, after taking upon her the
      administration, sold everything and made what money she could, and is run
      away into France without paying a farthing of the debts, with only one
      servant and unknown to all her friends, and hath taken her youngest son,
      as 'tis supposed to make herself a merit in breeding him a papist. My Lord
      Bolingbroke sent after her, but too late, and they say the Queen hath writ
      a letter with her own hand to the King of France to send back the boy"
      (Wentworth Papers, p. 357). See also Letter 63, note 8. I am not sure
      whether in the present passage Swift is referring to the widow or the
      younger Lady Jersey (see Letter 33, note 10).
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Sir Thomas Clarges, Bart. (died 1759), M.P. for Lostwithiel, married
      Barbara, youngest daughter of John Berkeley, fourth Viscount
      Fitz-Hardinge, and of Barbara Villiers (see Letter 54, note 11), daughter
      of Sir Edward Villiers.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 43, Mar. 21, 1711-12 and Letter 49, Jul. 1, 1712.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 Altered from "11" in the MS. It is not certain where the error in the
      dates began; but the entry of the 6th must be correctly dated, because the
      Feb. 6 was the Queen's Birthday.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 See Letter 43, note 11 and Letter 57, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 60.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Mar. 7."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 5, note 23.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Sedan chairs were then comparatively novel (see Gay's Trivia).
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Some words obliterated. Forster reads, "Nite MD, My own deelest MD."
    </p>
    <p>
      5 Peter Wentworth wrote to Lord Strafford, on Feb. 17, 1713, "Poor Mr.
      Harrison is very much lamented; he died last Saturday. Dr. Swift told me
      that he had told him... he owed about 300 pounds, and the Queen owed him
      500 pounds, and that if you or some of your people could send an account
      of his debts, that I might give it to him, he would undertake to solicit
      Lord Treasurer and get this 500 pounds, and give the remainder to his
      mother and sister" (Wentworth Papers, 320).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 George St. John (eldest son of Sir Harry St. John by his second
      marriage) was Secretary to the English Plenipotentiaries at Utrecht. He
      died at Venice in 1716 (Lady Cowper's Diary, 65).
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Forster wrongly reads, "poor."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 "Putt" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 59, note 26.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Montagu Bertie, second Earl of Abingdon (died 1743), was a strong Tory.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 See Letter 11, note 61. These friends were together again on an
      expedition to Bath in 1715, when Jervas wrote to Pope (Aug. 12, 1715) that
      Arbuthnot, Disney, and he were to meet at Hyde Park Corner, proceed to Mr.
      Hill's at Egham, meet Pope next day, and then go to Lord Stawell's to
      lodge the night. Lord Stawell's seat, Aldermaston, was seventeen miles
      from Binfield.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 16, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 "I" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Obliterated. Forster reads, "devil," and Mr. Ryland, "bitch."
    </p>
    <p>
      15 See Letter 40, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Victor Marie, duc d'Estrees, Marshal of France (died 1727).
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 55, note 18.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 Several words are obliterated. Forster reads, "the last word, God 'give
      me"; but "'give me" is certainly wrong.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 See Letter 9, note 13. Sir Thomas Hanmer married, in 1698, at the age
      of twenty-two, Isabella, Dowager Duchess of Grafton, daughter of Henry,
      Earl of Arlington, and Countess of Arlington in her own right. Hanmer was
      not made Secretary of State, but he succeeded Bromley as Speaker of the
      House of Commons.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 William Fitzmaurice (see Letter 11, note 19 and Letter 27, note 11)
      entered Christ Church, Oxford, matriculating on March 10, 1712-13, at the
      age of eighteen.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 11, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 William Bromley, second son of Bromley the Speaker (see Letter 10, note
      1), was a boy of fourteen at this time. In 1727 he was elected M.P. for
      Warwick, and he died in 1737, shortly after being elected Member for
      Oxford University.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 14, note 12.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Sometimes "list" means to border or edge; at others, to sew together,
      so as to make a variegated display, or to form a border. Probably it here
      means the curling of the bottom of the wig.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 The last eight words have been much obliterated, and the reading is
      doubtful.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Lady Henrietta Hyde, second daughter of Laurence Hyde, first Earl of
      Rochester (see Letter 8, note 22), married James Scott, Earl of Dalkeith,
      son of the Duke of Monmouth. Lord Dalkeith died in 1705, leaving a son,
      who succeeded his grandmother (Monmouth's widow) as second Duke of
      Buccleuch. Lady Catherine Hyde (see Letter 40, note 6) was a younger
      sister of Lady Dalkeith.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Swift first wrote "I frequent."
    </p>
    <p>
      28 See Letter 52, note 5.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 D'Estrees.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Little (almost illegible).
    </p>
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      LETTER 61.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Mar. 27."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 See Letter 3, note 20.
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Formerly Lady Rialton (see Letter 40, note 3).
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 58, note 8.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 11, note 39 and Letter 41, note 27.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Pun on "gambol."
    </p>
    <p>
      7 See Letter 57, note 4.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 See Letter 41, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      9 "Upon Tuesday last, the house where His Grace the late Duke of Hamilton
      and Brandon lived was hired for that day, where there was a fine ball and
      entertainment; and it is reported in town, that a great lady, lately gone
      to travel, left one hundred guineas, with orders that it should be spent
      in that manner, and in that house" (Postboy, Feb. 26-28, 1712-13). The
      "great lady" was, presumably, the Duchess of Marlborough.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 See Letter 36, note 14 and Letter 40, note 21.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Trinity College, Dublin.
    </p>
    <p>
      12 See Letter 60, note 19.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 See Letter 36, note 15.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Dr. Pratt, Provost of Trinity College.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 Obliterated, and doubtful.
    </p>
    <p>
      16 A deal at cards, that draws the whole tricks.
    </p>
    <p>
      17 Previous editors have misread "Trevor" as "Treasurer." Thomas Trevor,
      Chief-Justice of the Common Pleas, was created Baron Trevor, of Bromham,
      in January 1712. By commission of March 9, 1713, he occupied the woolsack
      during the illness of the Lord Keeper, Harcourt.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 This is the only reference to Pope in the Journal. In his "Windsor
      Forest" the young poet assisted the Tories by his reference to the peace
      of Utrecht, then awaiting ratification.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Several words have been obliterated. Forster reads, "Rove Pdfr, poo
      Pdfr, Nite MD MD MD," but this is more than the space would contain.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 William Oldisworth (1680-1734), a Tory journalist and pamphleteer, who
      published various works, including a translation of the Iliad. He died in
      a debtors' prison.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Some words obliterated. The reading is Forster's, and seems to be
      correct.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 Susan Armine, elder daughter of Sir William Armine, Bart., of Osgodby,
      Lincolnshire, was created a life peeress in 1674, as Baroness Belasyse of
      Osgodby. She died March 6, 1713. Her first husband was the Honourable Sir
      Henry Belasyse, son and heir of John, Baron Belasyse, of Worlaby; and her
      second, Mr. Fortney, of Chequers.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 See Letter 7, note 9.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 A word before "Ppt" is illegible. Forster's reading, "yes," does not
      seem right.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 In November 1711 it was reported that Miss Kingdom was privately
      married to Lord Conway (Wentworth Papers, 207), but this was not the case.
      Lord Conway was a widower in 1713, but he married an Irish lady named
      Bowden.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Forster reads, "Nite, my own dee sollahs. Pdfr roves MD"; but the last
      three words, at least, do not seem to be in the MS.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Probably the Bishop of Raphoe's son (see Letter 29, note 20).
    </p>
    <p>
      28 What.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 As Master of the Savoy.
    </p>
    <p>
      30 William Burgh was Comptroller and Accountant-General for Ireland from
      1694 to 1717, when his patent was revoked. He was succeeded by Eustace
      Budgell.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 William Paget, sixth Lord Paget, died in March 1713, aged seventy-six.
      He spent a great part of his life as Ambassador at Vienna and
      Constantinople.
    </p>
    <p>
      32 Pocket.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 Forster reads, "Lele lele logues"; Mr. Ryland, "Lele lele... "
    </p>
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      LETTER 62.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Apr. 13."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Esther Johnson's brother-in-law, Filby (see Letter 55, note 19).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Earl Poulett (see Letter 20, note 7).
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Francis Annesley, M.P. for Westbury. His colleague in the representation
      of that borough was Henry Bertie (third son of James, Earl of Abingdon),
      who married Earl Poulett's sister-in-law, Anthony Henley's widow (see
      Letter 12, note 24).
    </p>
    <p>
      5 "Has" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      6 A dozen words are erased. The reading is Forster's, and appears to be
      correct.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 The British Ambassadress's Speech to the French King. The printer was
      sent to the pillory and fined.
    </p>
    <p>
      8 The Examiner (vol. iii. No. 35) said that Swift&mdash;"a gentleman of
      the first character for learning, good sense, wit, and more virtues than
      even they can set off and illustrate"&mdash;was not the author of that
      periodical. "Out of pure regard to justice, I strip myself of all the
      honour that lucky untruth did this paper."
    </p>
    <p>
      9 A purgative electuary.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Bargains.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Three or four words illegible. Forster reads, "Nite, nite, own MD."
    </p>
    <p>
      12 Forster reads, "devil's brood "; probably the second word is "bawd:"
      Cf. Letter 60, note 14 and Feb. 18, 1712-13.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Several "moving pictures," mostly brought from Germany, were on view in
      London at about this time. See Tatler, No. 129, and Gay's Fables, No. 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 See Letter 6, note 45.
    </p>
    <p>
      15 "Mr. Charles Grattan, afterwards master of a free school at
      Enniskillen" (Scott).
    </p>
    <p>
      16 So given in the MS. Forster suggests that it is a mistake for "wood."
    </p>
    <p>
      17 See Letter 28, note 11.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 It is probable that this is Pope's friend, William Cleland, who died in
      1741, aged sixty-seven. William Cleland served in Spain under Lord Rivers,
      but was not a Colonel, though he seems to have been a Major. Afterwards he
      was a Commissioner of Customs in Scotland and a Commissioner of the Land
      Tax in England. Colonel Cleland cannot, as Scott suggested (Swift's Works,
      iii. 142, xviii. 137-39, xix. 8), have been the son of the Colonel William
      Cleland, Covenanter and poet, who died in 1689, at the age of
      twenty-eight. William Cleland allowed his name to be appended to a letter
      of Pope's prefixed to the Dunciad, and Pope afterwards described him as "a
      person of universal learning, and an enlarged conversation; no man had a
      warmer heart for his friends, or a sincerer attachment to the constitution
      of his country." Swift, referring to this letter, wrote to Pope, "Pray
      tell me whether your Colonel (sic) Cleland be a tall Scots gentleman,
      walking perpetually in the Mall, and fastening upon everybody he meets, as
      he has often done upon me?" (Pope's Works, iv. 48, vii. 214).
    </p>
    <p>
      19 Henry Grey, Lord Lucas (died 1741), who became twelfth Earl of Kent in
      1702, was made Duke of Kent in 1710. He held various offices under George
      I. and George II.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 Forster found, among the MSS. at Narford, the "lie" thus prepared for
      All Fools' Day. Richard Noble, an attorney, ran away with a lady who was
      the wife of John Sayer and daughter of Admiral Nevill; and he killed Sayer
      on the discovery of the intrigue. The incident was made use of by Hogarth
      in the fifth scene of "Marriage a la Mode."
    </p>
    <p>
      21 See Letter 5, note 3.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 13, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Charles XII.
    </p>
    <p>
      24 "Is" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      25 Cibber says that he saw four acts of Cato in 1703; the fifth act,
      according to Steele, was written in less than a week. The famous first
      performance was on April 14, 1713.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 The first number of the Guardian appeared on March 12, and the paper
      was published daily until Oct. 1, 1713. Pope, Addison, and Berkeley were
      among the contributors.
    </p>
    <p>
      27 See Letter 52, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      28 See Letter 39, note 16.
    </p>
    <p>
      29 The first preached after the period of his suspension by the House of
      Lords. It was delivered at St. Saviour's, Southwark, before his
      installation at St. Andrew's, and was published with the title, "The
      Christian's Triumph, or the Duty of praying for our Enemies".
    </p>
    <p>
      30 Swift's curate at Laracor.
    </p>
    <p>
      31 Richard Gorges (died 1728) was eldest son and heir of Dr. Robert
      Gorges, of Kilbrue, County Meath, by Jane, daughter of Sir Arthur Loftus,
      and sister of Adam, Viscount Lisburne. He was appointed Adjutant-General
      of the Forces in Ireland 1697, Colonel of a new Regiment of Foot 1703,
      Major-General of the Forces 1707, and Lieutenant-General 1710 (Dalton's
      Army Lists, iii. 75).
    </p>
    <p>
      32 See Letter 60, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      33 Mrs. Oldfield.
    </p>
    <p>
      34 See Letter 56, note 6.
    </p>
    <p>
      35 Never saw the like.
    </p>
    <p>
      36 See Letter 53, note 10.
    </p>
    <p>
      37 The remainder has been partially obliterated.
    </p>
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      LETTER 63.
    </h2>
    <h3>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "May 4."
    </h3>
    <p>
      2 Lord Cholmondeley (see Letter 36, note 15).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 Harcourt.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Forster's reading; the last two words are doubtful.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 See Letter 7, note 27.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 Francis Palmes, who was wounded at Blenheim, was made a
      Lieutenant-General in 1709. In 1707 he was elected M.P. for West Loo; in
      1708 he was sent as Envoy Extraordinary to the Duke of Savoy, and in 1710
      to Vienna.
    </p>
    <p>
      7 Apparently "so heed."
    </p>
    <p>
      8 Henry Villiers (died 1743), second son of the first Earl of Jersey and
      of Barbara, daughter of William Chiffinch (see Letter 29, note 3 and
      Letter 59, note 25).
    </p>
    <p>
      9 See Letter 61, Mar. 8, 1712-13. The Speech and Address are in the
      Commons' Journals, xvii. 278, 280. For the draft Address, in Swift's
      handwriting, see the Portland Papers (1899), v. 276.
    </p>
    <p>
      10 Scoffed, jeered.
    </p>
    <p>
      11 Dr. Gastrell (see Letter 25, note 8).
    </p>
    <p>
      12 George Berkeley, afterwards Bishop of Cloyne, but then a young man of
      twenty-eight, came to London in January 1713. He was already known by his
      "New Theory of Vision" and "Treatise on the Principles of Human
      Knowledge", and he brought with him his "Three Dialogues between Hylas and
      Philonous". Steele was among the first to welcome him, and he soon made
      the acquaintance of Addison, Pope, and Swift. On March 27, Berkeley wrote
      to Sir John Perceval of the breach between Swift and the Whigs: "Dr.
      Swift's wit is admired by both of them (Addison and Steele), and indeed by
      his greatest enemies, and... I think him one of the best-matured and
      agreeable men in the world." In November 1713 Swift procured for Berkeley
      the chaplaincy and secretaryship to Lord Peterborough, the new Envoy to
      Sicily.
    </p>
    <p>
      13 Forster reads, "all oo sawcy Ppt can say oo may see me"; but the words
      are illegible.
    </p>
    <p>
      14 Possibly "see," written in mistake for "say."
    </p>
    <p>
      15 "J" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      16 Obliterated. Forster imagined that he read, "Nite dee logues. Poo Mr."
    </p>
    <p>
      17 There were two General Hamiltons at this time; probably Swift's
      acquaintance was Gustavus Hamilton (1639-1723), who was created Viscount
      Boyne in 1717. Hamilton distinguished himself at the battle of the Boyne
      and the capture of Athlone, and was made Brigadier-General in 1696, and
      Major General in 1703. He took part in the siege of Vigo, and was made a
      member of the Privy Council in 1710.
    </p>
    <p>
      18 See Letter 43, note 38.
    </p>
    <p>
      19 The History of the Peace of Utrecht.
    </p>
    <p>
      20 This is Forster's reading, and appears to be correct. The last word,
      which he gives as "iss truly," is illegible.
    </p>
    <p>
      21 Belonging to Ireland.
    </p>
    <p>
      22 See Letter 40, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      23 Another excellent reading of Forster's. I cannot decipher the last
      word, which he gives as "dee rogues."
    </p>
    <p>
      24 Sentence obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      25 The number at the beginning of each entry in the Journal.
    </p>
    <p>
      26 Mr. Ryland's reading. Forster has "morning, dee."
    </p>
    <p>
      27 Dr. Thomas Lindsay (see Letter 6, note 45).
    </p>
    <p>
      28 I think the "MD" is right, though Forster gives "M." The "Pr" is
      probably an abbreviation of "Pdfr."
    </p>
    <p>
      29 The last three lines have been obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 64.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "May 22."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 Illegible. Forster reads, "and dee deelest Ppt."
    </p>
    <p>
      3 The last few words have been partially obliterated.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 Am very angry. The last word is scribbled over.
    </p>
    <p>
      5 The History of the Peace of Utrecht.
    </p>
    <p>
      6 The signature has been cut off.
    </p>
    <p>
      Letter 65.
    </p>
    <p>
      1 Addressed to "Mrs. Dingley," etc. Endorsed "Chester Letter."
    </p>
    <p>
      2 "Others" (MS.).
    </p>
    <p>
      3 See Letter 10, note 31 and Letter 31, note 1.
    </p>
    <p>
      4 See Letter 7, note 7.
    </p>
    <p>
      <br /><br /><br /><br />
    </p>
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