w, and contrive to see her without hazarding seeing Lady
Giffard, which I will not do until she begs my pardon.

22. I dined to-day at Hampstead with Lady Lucy, etc., and when I got
home found a letter from Joe, with one enclosed to Lord Wharton, which I
will send to his Excellency, and second it as well as I can; but to talk
of getting the Queen's order is a jest. Things are in such a combustion
here, that I am advised not to meddle yet in the affair I am upon, which
concerns the clergy of a whole kingdom; and does he think anybody will
trouble the Queen about Joe? We shall, I hope, get a recommendation from
the Lord Lieutenant to the trustees for the linen business, and I hope
that will do; and so I will write to him in a few days, and he must have
patience. This is an answer to part of your letter as well as his. I
lied; it is to-morrow I go to the country, and I won't answer a bit more
of your letter yet.

23. Here is such a stir and bustle with this little MD of ours; I must
be writing every night; I can't go to bed without a word to them; I
can't put out my candle till I have bid them good-night: O Lord, O
Lord! Well, I dined the first time to-day, with Will Frankland and his
fortune: she is not very handsome. Did I not say I would go out of town
to-day? I hate lying abroad and clutter; I go tomorrow in Frankland's
chariot, and come back at night. Lady Berkeley has invited me
to Berkeley Castle, and Lady Betty Germaine(3) to Drayton in
Northamptonshire; and I'll go to neither. Let me alone, I must finish my
pamphlet. I have sent a long letter to Bickerstaff:(4) let the Bishop
of Clogher smoke(5) it if he can. Well, I'll write to the Bishop of
Killala; but you might have told him how sudden and unexpected my
journey was though. Deuce take Lady S---; and if I know D---y, he is a
rawboned-faced fellow, not handsome, nor visibly so young as you say:
she sacrifices two thousand pounds a year, and keeps only six hundred.
Well, you have had all my land journey in my second letter, and so much
for that. So, you have got into Presto's lodgings; very fine, truly! We
have had a fortnight of the most glorious weather on earth, and still
continues: I hope you have made the best of it. Ballygall(6) will be a
pure(7) good place for air, if Mrs. Ashe makes good her promise. Stella
writes like an emperor: I am afraid it hurts your eyes; take care of
that pray, pray, Mrs. Stella. Can't you do what you will with your own
horse? Pra