short sighs; therefore no more of that, if you love me.
Good-morrow, I will go rise like a gentleman; my pills say I must.--At
night. Lady Kerry sent to desire me to engage some lords about an affair
she has in their house here: I called to see her, but found she
had already engaged every lord I knew, and that there was no great
difficulty in the matter; and it rained like a dog; so I took coach,
for want of better exercise, and dined privately with a hang-dog in the
City, and walked back in the evening. The days are now long enough to
walk in the Park after dinner; and so I do whenever it is fair. This
walking is a strange remedy: Mr. Prior walks, to make himself fat, and
I to bring myself down; he has generally a cough, which he only calls a
cold; we often walk round the Park together. So I'll go sleep.

22. It snowed all this morning prodigiously, and was some inches thick
in three or four hours. I dined with Mr. Lewis of the Secretary's office
at his lodgings: the chairmen that carried me squeezed a great fellow
against a wall, who wisely turned his back, and broke one of the
side-glasses in a thousand pieces. I fell a scolding, pretended I was
like to be cut to pieces, and made them set down the chair in the Park,
while they picked out the bits of glasses; and, when I paid them, I
quarrelled still; so they dared not grumble, and I came off for my fare;
but I was plaguily afraid they would have said, "God bless your honour,
won't you give us something for our glass?" Lewis and I were forming
a project how I might get three or four hundred pounds,(22) which
I suppose may come to nothing. I hope Smyth has brought you your
palsy-drops. How does Stella do? I begin more and more to desire to
know. The three weeks since I had your last is over within two days, and
I will allow three for accidents.

23. The snow is gone every bit, except the remainder of some great balls
made by the boys. Mr. Sterne was with me this morning about an affair he
has before the Treasury. That drab Mrs. Edgworth is not yet set out, but
will infallibly next Monday: and this is the third infallible Monday,
and pox take her! So you will have this letter first; and this shall go
to-morrow; and, if I have one from MD in that time, I will not answer it
till my next; only I will say, "Madam, I received your letter, and so,
and so." I dined to-day with my Mistress Butler,(23) who grows very
disagreeable.

24. Morning. This letter certainly goes this