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.--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.--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.--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.--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.--Take two or three nutgalls, take two or three----galls, stop
your receipt in your--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 Pos