f it this night to the
Archbishop of Dublin; and the Dean may tell you the particulars from
the Archbishop. I was in a sorry way to write, but thought it might be
proper to send a true account of the fact; for you will hear a thousand
lying circumstances. It is of Mr. Harley's being stabbed this afternoon,
at three o'clock, at a Committee of the Council. I was playing Lady
Catharine Morris's(20) cards, where I dined, when young Arundel(21) came
in with the story. I ran away immediately to the Secretary, which was
in my way: no one was at home. I met Mrs. St. John in her chair; she had
heard it imperfectly. I took a chair to Mr. Harley, who was asleep, and
they hope in no danger; but he has been out of order, and was so when he
came abroad to-day, and it may put him in a fever: I am in mortal pain
for him. That desperate French villain, Marquis de Guiscard,(22) stabbed
Mr. Harley. Guiscard was taken up by Mr. Secretary St. John's warrant
for high treason, and brought before the Lords to be examined; there
he stabbed Mr. Harley. I have told all the particulars already to the
Archbishop. I have now, at nine, sent again, and they tell me he is in a
fair way. Pray pardon my distraction; I now think of all his kindness to
me.--The poor creature now lies stabbed in his bed by a desperate French
Popish villain. Good-night, and God preserve you both, and pity me; I
want it.

9. Morning; seven, in bed. Patrick is just come from Mr. Harley's. He
slept well till four; the surgeon sat(23) up with him: he is asleep
again: he felt a pain in his wound when he waked: they apprehend him in
no danger. This account the surgeon left with the porter, to tell
people that send. Pray God preserve him. I am rising, and going to Mr.
Secretary St. John. They say Guiscard will die with the wounds Mr. St.
John and the rest gave him. I shall tell you more at night.--Night.
Mr. Harley still continues on the mending hand; but he rested ill last
night, and felt pain. I was early with the Secretary this morning, and I
dined with him, and he told me several particularities of this accident,
too long to relate now. Mr. Harley is still mending this evening, but
not at all out of danger; and till then I can have no peace. Good-night,
etc., and pity Presto.

10. Mr. Harley was restless last night; but he has no fever, and the
hopes of his mending increase. I had a letter from Mr. Walls, and one
from Mr. Bernage. I will answer them here, not having time to wr