19) I know not, and Barnard(20) I never see. Walls will
certainly be stingier for seven years, upon pretence of his robbery. So
Stella puns again; why, 'tis well enough; but I'll not second it,
though I could make a dozen: I never thought of a pun since I left
Ireland.--Bishop of Clogher's bill? Why, he paid it to me; do you think
I was such a fool to go without it? As for the four shillings, I will
give you a bill on Parvisol for it on t'other side of this paper; and
pray tear off the two letters I shall write to him and Joe, or let
Dingley transcribe and send them; though that to Parvisol, I believe, he
must have my hand for. No, no, I'll eat no grapes; I ate about six
the other day at Sir John Holland's; but would not give sixpence for a
thousand, they are so bad this year. Yes, faith, I hope in God Presto
and MD will be together this time twelvemonth. What then? Last year I
suppose I was at Laracor; but next I hope to eat my Michaelmas goose
at my two little gooses' lodgings. I drink no aile (I suppose you mean
ale); but yet good wine every day, of five and six shillings a bottle.
O Lord, how much Stella writes! pray don't carry that too far, young
women, but be temperate, to hold out. To-morrow I go to Mr. Harley.(21)
Why, small hopes from the Duke of Ormond: he loves me very well, I
believe, and would, in my turn, give me something to make me easy; and I
have good interest among his best friends. But I don't think of anything
further than the business I am upon. You see I writ to Manley before
I had your letter, and I fear he will be out. Yes, Mrs. Owl, Bligh's
corpse(22) came to Chester when I was there; and I told you so in my
letter, or forgot it. I lodge in Bury Street, where I removed a week
ago. I have the first floor, a dining-room, and bed-chamber, at eight
shillings a week; plaguy deep, but I spend nothing for eating, never
go to a tavern, and very seldom in a coach; yet after all it will
be expensive. Why do you trouble yourself, Mistress Stella, about my
instrument? I have the same the Archbishop gave me; and it is as good
now the bishops are away. The Dean friendly! the Dean be poxed: a
great piece of friendship indeed, what you heard him tell the Bishop of
Clogher; I wonder he had the face to talk so: but he lent me money, and
that's enough. Faith, I would not send this these four days, only for
writing to Joe and Parvisol. Tell the Dean that when the bishops send me
any packets, they must not write to