y don't let that puppy Parvisol sell him. Patrick is drunk
about three times a week, and I bear it, and he has got the better of
me; but one of these days I will positively turn him off to the wide
world, when none of you are by to intercede for him.--Stuff--how can
I get her husband into the Charter-house? get a ---- into the
Charter-house.--Write constantly! Why, sirrah, don't I write every day,
and sometimes twice a day to MD? Now I have answered all your letter,
and the rest must be as it can be: send me my bill. Tell Mrs. Brent what
I say of the Charter-house. I think this enough for one night; and so
farewell till this time to-morrow.

24. To-day I dined six miles out of town at Will Pate's, with Stratford,
Frankland, and the Molesworths,(8) and came home at night, and was weary
and lazy. I can say no more now, but good-night.

25. I was so lazy to-day that I dined at next door,(9) and have sat at
home since six, writing to the Bishop of Clogher, Dean Sterne, and Mr.
Manley: the last, because I am in fear for him about his place, and have
sent him my opinion, what I and his other friends here think he ought
to do. I hope he will take it well. My advice was, to keep as much in
favour as possible with Sir Thomas Frankland, his master here.

26. Smoke how I widen the margin by lying in bed when I write. My bed
lies on the wrong side for me, so that I am forced often to write when
I am up. Manley, you must know, has had people putting in for his place
already; and has been complained of for opening letters. Remember that
last Sunday, September 24, 1710, was as hot as midsummer. This was
written in the morning; it is now night, and Presto in bed. Here's a
clutter, I have gotten MD's second letter, and I must answer it here.
I gave the bill to Tooke, and so--Well, I dined to-day with Sir John
Holland the Comptroller, and sat with him till eight; then came home,
and sent my letters, and writ part of a lampoon,(10) which goes on very
slow: and now I am writing to saucy MD; no wonder, indeed, good boys
must write to naughty girls. I have not seen your mother yet; my
penny-post letter, I suppose, miscarried: I will write another. Mr.
S---- came to see me; and said M---- was going to the country next
morning with her husband (who I find is a surly brute); so I could only
desire my service to her.

27. To-day all our company dined at Will Frankland's, with Steele and
Addison too. This is the first rainy day since I came to