k, here, take away the candle.--At night. We are
now here in high frost and snow, the largest fire can hardly keep us
warm. It is very ugly walking; a baker's boy broke his thigh yesterday.
I walk slow, make short steps, and never tread on my heel. 'Tis a good
proverb the Devonshire people have:

"Walk fast in snow,
In frost walk slow;
And still as you go,
Tread on your toe.
When frost and snow are both together,
Sit by the fire, and spare shoe-leather."

I dined to-day with Dr. Cockburn,(10) but will not do so again in haste,
he has generally such a parcel of Scots with him.

22. Morning. Starving, starving, uth, uth, uth, uth, uth.--Don't you
remember I used to come into your chamber, and turn Stella out of her
chair, and rake up the fire in a cold morning, and cry Uth, uth, uth?
etc. O, faith, I must rise, my hand is so cold I can write no more. So
good-morrow, sirrahs.--At night. I went this morning to Lady Giffard's
house, and saw your mother, and made her give me a pint bottle of
palsy-water,(11) which I brought home in my pocket; and sealed and tied
up in a paper, and sent it to Mr. Smyth, who goes to-morrow for Ireland,
and sent a letter to him to desire his care of it, and that he would
inquire at Chester about the box. He was not within: so the bottle and
letter were left for him at his lodgings, with strict orders to give
them to him; and I will send Patrick in a day or two, to know whether
it was given, etc. Dr. Stratford(12) and I dined to-day with Mr.
Stratford(13) in the City, by appointment; but I chose to walk there,
for exercise in the frost. But the weather had given a little, as you
women call it, so it was something slobbery. I did not get home till
nine.

And now I'm in bed,
To break your head.

23. Morning. They tell me it freezes again, but it is not so cold as
yesterday: so now I will answer a bit of your letter.--At night. O,
faith, I was just going to answer some of our MD's letter this morning,
when a printer came in about some business, and stayed an hour; so I
rose, and then came in Ben Tooke, and then I shaved and scribbled; and
it was such a terrible day, I could not stir out till one, and then I
called at Mrs. Barton's, and we went to Lady Worsley's, where we were to
dine by appointment. The Earl of Berkeley(14) is going to be married to
Lady Louisa Lennox, the Duke of Richmond's daughter. I writ this night
to Dean Sterne, and bid him tell