. Addison these three
weeks; all our friendship is over. I go to no Coffee-house. I presented
a parson of the Bishop of Clogher's, one Richardson,(11) to the Duke of
Ormond to-day: he is translating prayers and sermons into Irish, and has
a project about instructing the Irish in the Protestant religion.

7. Morning. Faith, a little would make me, I could find in my heart, if
it were not for one thing, I have a good mind, if I had not something
else to do, I would answer your dear saucy letter. O, Lord, I am going
awry with writing in bed. O, faith, but I must answer it, or I shan't
have room, for it must go on Saturday; and don't think I will fill the
third side, I an't come to that yet, young women. Well then, as for your
Bernage, I have said enough: I writ to him last week.--Turn over that
leaf. Now, what says MD to the world to come? I tell you, Madam Stella,
my head is a great deal better, and I hope will keep so. How came yours
to be fifteen days coming, and you had my fifteenth in seven? Answer me
that, rogues. Your being with Goody Walls is excuse enough: I find I was
mistaken in the sex, 'tis a boy.(12) Yes, I understand your cypher,
and Stella guesses right, as she always does. He(13) gave me al bsadnuk
lboinlpl dfaonr ufainf btoy dpionufnad,(14) which I sent him again by
Mr. Lewis, to whom I writ a very complaining letter that was showed him;
and so the matter ended. He told me he had a quarrel with me; I said I
had another with him, and we returned to our friendship, and I should
think he loves me as well as a great Minister can love a man in so
short a time. Did not I do right? I am glad at heart you have got your
palsy-water;(15) pray God Almighty it may do my dearest little Stella
good! I suppose Mrs. Edgworth set out last Monday se'ennight. Yes, I do
read the Examiners, and they are written very finely, as you judge. I
do not think they are too severe on the Duke;(16) they only tax him of
avarice, and his avarice has ruined us. You may count upon all things in
them to be true. The author has said it is not Prior, but perhaps it
may be Atterbury.--Now, Madam Dingley, says she, 'tis fine weather, says
she; yes, says she, and we have got to our new lodgings. I compute you
ought to save eight pounds by being in the others five months; and you
have no more done it than eight thousand. I am glad you are rid of that
squinting, blinking Frenchman. I will give you a bill on Parvisol for
five pounds for the half-yea