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for your play.—At night. I went this morning to visit lady Kerry and lord Shelburn, 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 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.

I cannot be merry so near any splenetick talk; so I made that long line, and now all is well again. Yes, you are a pretending slut, indeed, with your fourth and fifth in the margin, and your journal, and every thing. Wind—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; I hate all winds, before and behind, from cheeks with eyes, or from blind

Your chimney fall down! God

preserve you. I suppose you only mean a brick or two : but that is a damned lie of your chimney

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being carried to the next house with the wind. Do not put such things upon us ; those matters will not pass here ; keep a little to possibilities. My lord Hertford * would have been ashamed of such a stretch. You should take care of what company you converse with : when one gets that faculty, it is hard to break one's self of it. Jemmy Leigh talks of going over ; but quando? I do not know when he will go. O, 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. Will nobody cut that Day'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 witness in court about some squabble among their servants.The bishop of Clogher showed you a pamphlet. Well, but you must not give your mind to believe those things ; people will say any thing. 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 publickly, 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 any thing of it here. No, no, no more 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

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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 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.-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 twelve pence a week, and I fear something more ; vex me, and I will have one in my bedchamber too. No, did not I tell you but just now, we have no high winds here. Have you forgot already ?-Now you are 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— 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 the 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 will never rest till you have it, or till it is in a way for you to have it.

you to have it. Poor dear rogue, naughty to think it teases me; how could I ever for

* Enoch Sterne, esq., clerk to the house of lords in Ireland, and collector of Wicklow.

give myself for neglecting any thing that related to your health ? sure I were a devil if I did?

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 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, nor do I send him of late any hints at all. -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.-And pray, pray, Presto, pray now do.No, Raymond was not above four times with me while he staid, 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 intrusted to me by my mother, not to come

* Mrs. Fenton was sister to Dr. Swift.

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to her liusband. 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 any body else, and that you could be often able to ride, why do not you do it?

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 it is 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 Darteneuf's house to drink punch with him, and Mr. Addison, and little Harrison, 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 staid till past eleven, and am now in bed. Steele's last Tatler came out

* Steele (having rendered the Tatler obnoxious for party med: dling) very prudently dropped it, and began the Spectator upon a new and better plan.

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