t for twopence apiece: and the fellow that showed would
point to his body, and, "See, gentlemen, this is the wound that was
given him by his Grace the Duke of Ormond; and this is the wound," etc.,
and then the show was over, and another set of rabble came in. 'Tis hard
our laws would not suffer us to hang his body in chains, because he
was not tried; and in the eye of our law every man is innocent till
then.--Mr. Harley is still very weak, and never out of bed.

26. This was a most delicious day; and my shin being past danger, I
walked like lightning above two hours in the Park. We have generally one
fair day, and then a great deal of rain for three or four days together.
All things are at a stop in Parliament for want of Mr. Harley; they
cannot stir an inch without him in their most material affairs: and
we fear, by the caprice of Radcliffe, who will admit none but his own
surgeon,(6) he has not been well looked after. I dined at an alehouse
with Mr. Lewis, but had his wine. Don't you begin to see the flowers and
blossoms of the field? How busy should I be now at Laracor! No news
of your box? I hope you have it, and are this minute drinking the
chocolate, and that the smell of the Brazil tobacco has not affected it.
I would be glad to know whether you like it, because I would send you
more by people that are now every day thinking of going to Ireland;
therefore pray tell me, and tell me soon: and I will have the strong
box.

27. A rainy, wretched, scurvy day from morning till night: and my
neighbour Vanhomrigh invited me to dine with them and this evening I
passed at Mr. Prior's with Dr. Freind; and 'tis now past twelve, so I
must go sleep.

28. Morning. O, faith, you're an impudent saucy couple of sluttikins for
presuming to write so soon, said I to myself this morning; who knows but
there may be a letter from MD at the Coffee-house? Well, you must know,
and so, I just now sent Patrick, and he brought me three letters, but
not one from MD, no indeed, for I read all the superscriptions; and
not one from MD. One I opened, it was from the Archbishop;(7) t'other
I opened, it was from Staunton;(8) the third I took, and looked at the
hand. Whose hand is this? says I; yes, says I, whose hand is this? Then
there was wax between the folds; then I began to suspect; then I peeped;
faith, it was Walls's hand after all: then I opened it in a rage, and
then it was little MD's hand, dear, little, pretty, charming MD's sweet
hand