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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: it is as good as our Park, but not so large. Faith this summer we will take a coach for sixpence to the Green Well, the two walks and thence all the way to Stoyte’s.
My hearty service to Goody Stoyte and Catherine, and I hope Mrs Walls had a good time. How inconstant I am ? I cannot imagine I was ever in love with her. Well, I am going; what have you to say ? I do not care how I write
I do not 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 will seal this letter immediately, and carry it in my pocket, and put it into the post-office with my own fair hands. Farewell.
This letter is just a fortnight's journal to-day. Yes, and so it is, I am sure, says you, with your two eggs a penny:
Lele, lele, lele. *
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, beside my good two shillings.
* In his little infantine jargon, he writes the word There, Lele.
London, Feb. 24, 1710-11.
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 is an end of that ; and so get you gone to bed, for it is late.
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
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, 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, &c. 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 Wittingham, and Mr (I forgot 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 any thing, and often two black aces without a manilio; was not that hard, Presto ? hold your tongue, &c.
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 1 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 there this afternoon. The beauty of one, the good breeding and nature of the other, and the wit of neither, would have made a fine
Rare walking in the Park now; why do not 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 ?
27. Dartineuf and I, and little Harrison the new Tatler, and Jervas the painter, dined to-day with James, I know not his other name, but it is one of Dartineuf'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.—Indeed, Presto, you are plaguy silly to-night, and have not 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 do not put maids and married women together, though I know not why I think so, nor I do not care ; what care 1 ? but I must prate, &c.
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
* Lord Lyttleton has given a dialogue in the shades between Dartineuf and Apicius, on the subject of good eating, ancient and modern. Ham-pie is stated by the modern to have been his favourite dainty. Dartineuf was a contributor to The TaTLER, and, being a friend to the bottle as well as the table, wrote a good defence of the cheerful use of wine, in No. 282. He was paymaster of the works.
health. Some bookseller has raked up every thing I writ, and published it the other day in one volume ; but I know nothing of it, it was without my knowledge or consent: it makes a four shilling book, and is called Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. * Tooke
* Swift alludes to “ Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. London, printed for John Morphew, near Stationers' Hall, 1711.” Octavo. Notwithstanding the expressions in the text, it may be doubted whether he was not at least privy to this publication, which is in a respectable form, and carefully corrected. In the prefatory advertisement, he is spoken of with high respect; and two political pieces, which there was some delicacy in positively fixing upon him, namely, the letter concerning the Sacramental Test, and the satire on Godolphin, called “ Sid Hamet’s Rod,” are only ascribed to him hypothetically.
The publisher's advertisement, after stating the number of spurious copies of these tracts already current as an apology for sending forth a correct edition, proceeds in the following complimentary strain towards the author :
“ But indeed I have very little uneasiness upon me for fear of any injury the author's credit and reputation may receive from any imperfection or uncorrectness in these following tracts, since the persons from whom I had them, and in whose hands I have reason to believe the author left them, when his affairs called him out of this kingdom, are of so much worth themselves, and have so great a regard for the author, that I am confident they would neither do, nor suffer any thing that might turn to his disadvantage. I must confess I am, upon another account, under some concern, which is, lest some of the following papers are such as the author perhaps would rather should not have been published at all; in which case I should look upon myself highly obliged to ask his pardon: But even on this supposition, as there is no person named, the supposed author is at liberty to disown as much as he thinks fit of what is here published, and so can be chargeable with no more of it than he pleases to take upon