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day came out the Tatler, made up wholly of my Shower, and a preface to it. * They say it is the best thing I
of fine clothes, one finer than another, hung upon chairs in his będ-chamber, together with his night-gown, and shaving plate, disposed in their proper places. The next morning, upon his coming down to breakfast, with his boots on, his brother asked him where he proposed riding before dinner ? I am going directly home, said the colonel. Lord ! said his brother, I thought you intended to stay some time with us. No, replied the colonel, I cannot stay with you at present ; I only just came to see you and my sister, and must return home this morning. And accordingly his clothes, &c. were packed up, and off he went.
“ But what merit soever the colonel might have had to boast of, his son Talbot Edgworth excelled him by at least fifty bars length. Talbot never thought of any thing but fine clothes, splendid furniture for his horse, and exciting, as he flattered himself, universal admiration. In these pursuits he expended his whole income, which, at best, was very inconsiderable: in other respects, he cared not how he lived. To do him justice, he was an exceeding handsome fellow, well shaped, and of a good height, rather tall than of the middle size. He began very early in his life, even before he was of age, to shine forth in the world, and continued to blaze during the whole reign of George the First. He bethought himself very happily of one extravagance, well suited to his disposition : he insisted upon an exclusive right to one board at Lucas's coffeehouse, where he might walk backward and forward, and exhibit his person to the gaze of all beholders ; in which particular he was indulged almost universally: but now and then some arch fellow would usurp on his privilege, take possession of the board, meet him, and dispute his right; and when this happened to be the case, he would chafe, bluster, ask the gentleman his name, and immediately set him down in his table-book, as a man that he would fight when he came to age.
With regard to the female world, his common phrase was, They may look and die. In short, he was the jest of the men, and the contempt of the women,”Deane Swift.
This poor man died mad, in the common bridewell of Dublin. * It forms No. 238.
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. I would give a penny the letter to the Bishop of Killaloe was in it : it would do him honour. Could not you contrive to say you hear they are printing my things together ; and that you wish the bookseller had that letter among the rest ? but do not say any thing of it as from me. I forgot 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
18. To-day I dined, by invitation, with Stratford and others, at a young merchant's in the city, with hermi. tage and tokay, and staid till nine, and am now come home. And that dog Patrick is abroad, and drinking, and I cannot get my nightgown. I have a mind to turn that puppy away : be has been drunk ten times in three weeks. But I had not time to say more ; so good night, &c.
19. I am come home from dining in the city with Mr Addison, at a merchant's : and just now, at the coffeehouse, 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
* In room of the Earl of Wharton.
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, &c.
London, Oct. 19, 1710. O 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 a letter to-day where I had been, and how the day past ; and so, &c.
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. 1 dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh, and went to wait on the two Lady Butlers ; † 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, the best match now in England, twelve thousand pounds a-year, and
* Enoch Sterne, Esq. collector of Wicklow, and clerk to the House of Lords in Ireland.
+ Daughters of the Duke of Ormond.
abundance of money. Tell me how my Shower is liked in Ireland : I never knew any thing pass better here. I spent the evening with Wortley Montague and Mr Addison, over a bottle of Irish wine. Do they know any thing in Ireland of my greatness among the Tories ? Every body reproaches me of it here; but I value them
Have you heard of the verses about the Rod of Sid Hamet ? Say nothing of them for your life. Hardly any body 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, * 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.
21. I got MD's fourth to-day at the coffeehouse. God Almighty bless poor 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 any thing else, and I will write plainer for Dingley to read, from henceforward, though my pen is apt to ramble when I think who 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 Sterling, a Scotch lord ; and in the evening came in Lord Peterborow. I stảid till nine before Mr Harley would let me go, or tell me any thing of my
affair. He says, the queen has now granted the first-fruits and twentieth-parts ; but he will not yet 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, &c. 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 farther : 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 any thing 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. * 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
* See Oct. 5.
The ballad is, I fear, lost.