lone on Sunday, tell him my opinion, and beg him to
set himself right, else the consequences may be very bad; for I see
not how they can well want him neither, and he would make a troublesome
enemy. But enough of politics.

28. Morning. I forgot to tell you that Mr. Harley asked me yesterday how
he came to disoblige the Archbishop of Dublin. Upon which (having not
his letter about me) I told him what the Bishop had written to me on
that subject,(16) and desired I might read him the letter some other
time. But after all, from what I have heard from other hands, I am
afraid the Archbishop is a little guilty. Here is one Brent Spencer, a
brother of Mr. Proby's,(17) who affirms it, and says he has leave to do
so from Charles Dering,(18) who heard the words; and that Ingoldsby,(19)
abused the Archbishop, etc. Well, but now for your saucy letter: I have
no room to answer it; O yes, enough on t'other side. Are you no sicker?
Stella jeers Presto for not coming over by Christmas; but indeed Stella
does not jeer, but reproach, poor poor Presto. And how can I come away
and the First-Fruits not finished? I am of opinion the Duke of Ormond
will do nothing in them before he goes, which will be in a fortnight,
they say; and then they must fall to me to be done in his absence.
No, indeed, I have nothing to print: you know they have printed the
Miscellanies(20) already. Are they on your side yet? If you have my
snuff box, I will have your strong box. Hi, does Stella take snuff
again? or is it only because it is a fine box? Not the Meddle, but the
Medley,(21) you fool. Yes, yes, a wretched thing, because it is against
you Tories: now I think it very fine, and the Examiner a wretched
thing.--Twist your mouth, sirrah. Guiscard, and what you will read
in the Narrative,(22) I ordered to be written, and nothing else. The
Spectator is written by Steele, with Addison's help: it is often very
pretty. Yesterday it was made of a noble hint I gave him long ago
for his Tatlers, about an Indian supposed to write his Travels into
England.(23) I repent he ever had it. I intended to have written a book
on that subject. I believe he has spent it all in one paper, and all
the under-hints there are mine too; but I never see him or Addison. The
Queen is well, but I fear will be no long liver; for I am told she has
sometimes the gout in her bowels (I hate the word bowels). My ears
have been, these three months past, much better than any time these two
years;