town; I cannot
afford to answer your letter yet. Morgan,(11) the puppy, writ me a long
letter, to desire I would recommend him for purse-bearer or secretary to
the next Lord Chancellor that would come with the next Governor. I
will not answer him; but beg you will say these words to his father
Raymond,(12) or anybody that will tell him: That Dr. Swift has received
his letter; and would be very ready to serve him, but cannot do it in
what he desires, because he has no sort of interest in the persons to
be applied to. These words you may write, and let Joe, or Mr.
Warburton,(13) give them to him: a pox on him! However, it is by these
sort of ways that fools get preferment. I must not end yet, because I
cannot say good-night without losing a line, and then MD would scold;
but now, good-night.

28. I have the finest piece of Brazil tobacco for Dingley that ever
was born.(14) You talk of Leigh; why, he won't be in Dublin these two
months: he goes to the country, then returns to London, to see how the
world goes here in Parliament. Good-night, sirrahs; no, no, not night;
I writ this in the morning, and looking carelessly I thought it had
been of last night. I dined to-day with Mrs. Barton(15) alone at her
lodgings; where she told me for certain, that Lady S---- was with
child when she was last in England, and pretended a tympany, and saw
everybody; then disappeared for three weeks, her tympany was gone, and
she looked like a ghost, etc. No wonder she married when she was so ill
at containing. Connolly(16) is out; and Mr. Roberts in his place, who
loses a better here, but was formerly a Commissioner in Ireland. That
employment cost Connolly three thousand pounds to Lord Wharton; so he
has made one ill bargain in his life.

29. I wish MD a merry Michaelmas. I dined with Mr. Addison, and Jervas
the painter, at Addison's country place; and then came home, and writ
more to my lampoon. I made a Tatler since I came: guess which it is, and
whether the Bishop of Clogher smokes it. I saw Mr. Sterne(17) to-day: he
will do as you order, and I will give him chocolate for Stella's health.
He goes not these three weeks. I wish I could send it some other way.
So now to your letter, brave boys. I don't like your way of saving
shillings: nothing vexes me but that it does not make Stella a coward
in a coach.(18) I don't think any lady's advice about my ear signifies
twopence: however I will, in compliance to you, ask Dr. Cockburn.
Radcliffe(