25.  All melly Titmasses--melly Titmasses--I said it first--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.

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--; 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.--
But I'll have done with them.  I have warned Lord Treasurer and Lord
Bolingbroke to beware of Selkirk's teasing,; --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.

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]

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.--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]

The six odd shillings, tell Mrs. Brent, are for her new year's gift.



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.



LETTER 58.[1]

LONDON, Jan. 4, 1712-13.

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.--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]

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.

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.--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.

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.--Nite, MD.

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]

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.

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.

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.--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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.--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.

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. . . .

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My second cold is better now.  Lele lele lele lele.



LETTER 59.[1]

LONDON, Jan. 25, 1712-1713.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.--Nite dee richar MD.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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]

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.--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--
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.

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 ----.  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.

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.

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.

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.--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.

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.

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.

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.

I send this away to-night, and am sorry it must go while I am in so much
grief.



LETTER 60.[1]

LONDON, Feb. 15 [1712-13].

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]

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.

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.--Nite MD.

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 -----.  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.

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.

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.

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----, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.