not I done for his friend
Steele? Mr. Harley reproached me the last time I saw him, that to please
me he would be reconciled to Steele, and had promised and appointed
to see him, and that Steele never came. Harrison, whom Mr. Addison
recommended to me, I have introduced to the Secretary of State, who has
promised me to take care of him; and I have represented Addison himself
so to the Ministry, that they think and talk in his favour, though they
hated him before.--Well, he is now in my debt, and there's an end; and
I never had the least obligation to him, and there's another end. This
evening I had a message from Mr. Harley, desiring to know whether I was
alive, and that I would dine with him to-morrow. They dine so late, that
since my head has been wrong I have avoided being with them.--Patrick
has been out of favour these ten days; I talk dry and cross to him,
and have called him "friend" three or four times. But, sirrahs, get you
gone.

5. Morning. I am going this morning to see Prior, who dines with me
at Mr. Harley's; so I can't stay fiddling and talking with dear little
brats in a morning, and 'tis still terribly cold.--I wish my cold hand
was in the warmest place about you, young women, I'd give ten guineas
upon that account with all my heart, faith; oh, it starves my thigh; so
I'll rise and bid you good-morrow, my ladies both, good-morrow. Come,
stand away, let me rise: Patrick, take away the candle. Is there a good
fire?--So--up-a-dazy.--At night. Mr. Harley did not sit down till six,
and I stayed till eleven; henceforth I will choose to visit him in the
evenings, and dine with him no more if I can help it. It breaks all my
measures, and hurts my health; my head is disorderly, but not ill, and I
hope it will mend.

6. Here has been such a hurry with the Queen's Birthday, so much fine
clothes, and the Court so crowded that I did not go there. All the frost
is gone. It thawed on Sunday, and so continues, yet ice is still on the
Canal (I did not mean that of Laracor, but St. James's Park) and boys
sliding on it. Mr. Ford pressed me to dine with him in his chamber.--Did
not I tell you Patrick has got a bird, a linnet, to carry over to
Dingley? It was very tame at first, and 'tis now the wildest I ever saw.
He keeps it in a closet, where it makes a terrible litter; but I say
nothing: I am as tame as a clout. When must we answer our MD's letter?
One of these odd-come-shortlies. This is a week old, you see, and no
f