ave? 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 t'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'll never rest till you have it, or till
it is in a way for you to have it. Poor dear rogue, naughty to think it
teases me; how could I ever forgive myself for neglecting anything that
related to your health? Sure I were a Devil if I did.

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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(16) 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,(17) 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 stayed, 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 entrusted to me by my mother, not to come to her husband.
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