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 PREFACE. 
 
 AS explained in the Introduction, twenty-five of the Letters 
 which form the " Journal to Stella " still exist in manu- 
 script. These MS. originals have been very carefully examined, 
 and the text here given of Numbers I. and XLI. to LXV. 
 (except LIV.) accurately represents what Swift actually 
 wrote, so far as this can be deciphered. All previous editions 
 have been based on the corrupt text printed by Hawkes- 
 worth in 1766, and they are full of additional errors, omis- 
 sions, and wanton alterations. 
 
 Even in these twenty-five I have, as a rule, thought it better 
 to print in full most of the words which Swift indicated by 
 abbreviations. For the sake of comparison, however, I have 
 printed two letters (Nos. I. and XLI.) exactly as they appear 
 in the holographs now in the British Museum. 
 
 Swift's handwriting was excessively minute, he crowded 
 
 nearly thirty words into a line and over seventy lines into 
 
 a small folio page, he used many abbreviations, and oblitera- 
 
 ^ tions often occur. Under the circumstances it will easily be 
 
 ^ understood that differences of opinion may occur as to the 
 
 ^ true reading of the MS. I have in all cases examined the 
 
 readings given by John Forster at the end of his unfinished 
 
 ^,., " Life of Swift," although I have not been always able to 
 
 a\ accept them. 
 
 Of the remaining forty letters the original manuscripts no 
 „ longer remain, and accordingly the first edition of these 
 letters, pubUshed by Deane Swift in 1768, is here followed. 
 
 401399
 
 VIU PREFACE. 
 
 The Notes, though short, will, it is hoped, prove quite 
 sufficient to enable the general reader to understand the 
 text. 
 
 For valuable assistance in collating the first forty Letters, 
 for the full Index, and for many useful suggestions, I am 
 indebted to Miss Constance Jacob. 
 
 The facsimile letter given after the Introduction is a very 
 faithful representation of the appearance of the shorter . 
 letters, such as those Swift wrote during and after his illness j 
 in the spring of 1712. They occupy a small quarto page, "^ 
 about half the size of his usual paper. The Arabic figures in | 
 the left-hand upper corner are Swift's own, for he numbered ' 
 all his letters to MD, and they did the same with theirs. 
 The Roman figures in the middle were apparently added 
 when the letter was filed, and the figures at the right hand 
 corner indicate the folio in the British Museum volume. 
 The indorsement on the left, which gives the date of receipt 
 (July 8), is Stella's, and it will be seen how closely her hand 
 resembles the Dean's. The other indorsement (July i) is 
 probably Swift's. The seal is an exact copy of that on 
 the original letter. 
 
 The first of the two portraits of Stella here given has been 
 reproduced from the original through the courtesy of its 
 owner, Sir Frederick R. Falkiner. It is the one which Scott 
 mentions (" Life of Swift," p. 239, no^e) as " the only portrait 
 of Stella known to exist," being then in the possession of the 
 Rev. Mr. Berwick. Mr. G. Villiers Briscoe, of Bellinter, 
 has the original of another portrait of Stella, and to his kind 
 permission the publishers are indebted for its present 
 reproduction. An engraving of this portrait appeared as a 
 frontispiece to Sir William Wilde's " Closing Years of Dean 
 Swift's Life" (1849). Sir William referred to it as being 
 "originally in the possession of the distinguished Charles 
 Ford, of Woodpark, where Stella was constantly in the habit 
 of visiting, and where she spent several months in 1723,
 
 PREFACE. IX 
 
 when probably it was painted, Stella being then about forty- 
 two. It remained, along with an original picture of Swift, 
 at Woodpark for many years, with an unbroken thread of 
 tradition attached to it, until it came, with the property and 
 effects of the Ford family, into the possession of the Preston 
 family." Since then it passed into the possession of Mr. 
 Preston's heir, the present owner. 
 
 Putney, 
 
 June, 1897.
 
 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Esther Johnson (Stella). From a Picture in the posses- 
 sion OF Sir F. R. Falkiner . . . Frontispiece 
 
 Facsimile of the original of one of Swift's letters to 
 
 Stella (dated July 1ST, 1 7 12) . . . to face xxii 
 
 Esther Johnson (Stella). From a Picture in the posses- 
 sion of G. Villiers Briscoe, Esq. . . . to face 266
 
 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 IN 1700 Swift had received the benefices of Laracor, 
 Agher and Rathbeggan ; but nearly every year he 
 managed to spend several months in London. With 
 his personal concerns he for several years combined a 
 matter of ecclesiastical diplomacy. He had been 
 accredited by the Irish Archbishops to negotiate with 
 the Queen's ministers for the restoration to ecclesiastical 
 purposes of the First Fruits of Irish benefices. This 
 burdensome tax on the clergy, formerly called 
 Annates, which had been paid to the Pope before the 
 Reformation had since then been paid to the Crown. 
 In England Anne had already surrendered it, and its 
 proceeds were applied to the augmentation of poor 
 livings. In Ireland the abuse yet lingered. For several 
 years Swift made proposals to Godolphin but without 
 effect. The Whigs would do nothing. When, how- 
 ever. Swift landed in England in September, 17 10, the 
 date at which the Journal commences, he found that 
 the ministry of Godolphin had fallen, and that the 
 country was on the eve of a general election. In 
 October he received a formal commission from the 
 Primate and Archbishop King, of Dublin, empowering 
 him to conduct the affair of the First Fruits, and now 
 having to deal with a cabinet which was naturally well- 
 disposed towards the clergy who had done so much for 
 them, he soon brought his suit to a successful issue.
 
 xiv INTRODUCTION. 
 
 It is not necessary to describe the way in which 
 the ambitious middle-aged Irish parson made himself 
 necessary both to the political plans and the social 
 amusements of Harley and St. John. The general 
 reader who has not the reign of Anne at his finger-ends, 
 may turn for the main facts to Mr. Lecky's genera^ 
 Introduction to this edition of Swift. The details 
 which, as usual, are more interesting than the mair. 
 facts, are made sufficiently clear in the Journal itself 
 
 Swift had left behind him in Dublin two dear friends^ 
 Mrs. Esther Johnson and her companion Mrs. Rebecca 
 Dingley. Both were unmarried, although, according 
 to the custom of the time, called Mistress.^ The 
 former, as is well known, had been an inmate of Sir 
 William Temple's home, while Swift was secretary, 
 and owed much of her education to the man whose 
 life was so strangely linked to hers. The guess that 
 she was an illegitimate child of Temple has no positive 
 evidence in its favour ; and Macaulay is certainly 
 wrong in suggesting that she was a lady's maid to 
 Temple's sister. Lady Giffard. After Temple's death, 
 on the advice of Swift, she came to live in Ireland, 
 where part of her property, in all only about j^ 1,500 in 
 value, was situated. The sickly child had grown up 
 into a beautiful woman. In that strange note written 
 by Swift on the evening of her death, so impressive in 
 its mixture of matter-of-fact analysis and tender 
 memory, he tells us that " her hair was blacker than 
 a raven, and every feature of her face in perfection." 
 She was " one of the most beautiful, graceful and 
 
 ' "Miss" was a familiar abbreviation applied only to young 
 girls or used in the dyslogistic sense in which we now some- 
 times use the word "mistress."
 
 INTRODUCTION. XV 
 
 agreeable young women in London, only a little too 
 
 fat." Swift trusted her as he trusted no one else. 
 
 Her greatest charm for him was her unfailing good 
 
 sense. " I cannot call to mind," he says, " that I ever 
 
 once heard her make a wrong judgment of persons, 
 
 books or affairs. Her advice was always the best, and 
 
 /ith the greatest freedom mixed with the greatest 
 
 decency. She had a grac-efulness somewhat more than 
 
 luman, in every motion, word and action. Never was 
 
 io happy a conjunction of civility, freedom, easiness 
 
 and sincerity." She was " the truest, most virtuous, 
 
 and valuable friend that I, or perhaps any other 
 
 person, was ever blessed with." ^ 
 
 The relations between Mrs. Johnson and Dr. Swift 
 have been the despair of judicious biographers. There 
 is, however, no need for us to discuss the vexed ques- 
 tion of the marriage, as this, if it occurred at all, did 
 not take place till after the date at which the Journal 
 closes. What Lord Orrery tells us of their behaviour 
 after the alleged marriage is still more true of their 
 behaviour before it. " Nothing appeared in their be- 
 haviour inconsistent with decorum or beyond the limit 
 of Platonic love."' " It would be difficult," he adds, 
 " to prove that they had ever been together without 
 some third person." 
 
 To the two ladies Swift wrote very regularly, giving 
 a full and minute account of his life in London, his 
 political and literary occupations, the gossip of the 
 town and so forth. The letters usually take the shape 
 of a journal ; written for the most part when he came 
 home to his lodgings at night, on folio sheets in pale 
 
 1 " On the Death of Mrs. Johnson." 
 ' "Remarks on Dr. Swift," p. i6 (1752). 
 
 II. h
 
 Xvi INTRODUCTION. 
 
 ink, and in the smallest of handwriting. He seems to 
 have posted up this journal with the most scrupulous 
 exactness, and to have greatly valued his quarter of 
 an hour's conversation with his life-long companions. 
 In form the letters are addressed to both the 
 ladies, but this is obviously only a compliance with 
 that extraordinary self-denying ordinance which regu- 
 lated all Swift's relations with Stella. 
 
 The journal was preserved by Mrs. Johnson and 
 came back into the Dean's hands, apparently after her 
 death. The first forty letters were given, in 1738, to 
 Mrs. Whiteway, a sort of cousin who kept house for Dr. 
 Swift ; they were enclosed in " a parcel of papers," 
 which it seems she did not trouble to open till sixteen 
 or seventeen years later, when the Dean had already 
 been dead ten years. 
 
 It is conjectured that the remaining twenty-five 
 had been mislaid by Swift, and that they were not 
 given to Mrs. Whiteway. At any rate, when Swift 
 died they were found and retained by Dr. Lyon, a 
 clergyman in whose charge Swift had been placed 
 during his last dreadful years of bodily and mental 
 decay. Possibly they had been given to Lyon ; more 
 probably he had found them amongst the Dean's 
 papers, and thought he had as much right to them as 
 anybody else. He gave them to a friend named 
 Wilkes, who sold them to the booksellers, and they 
 were published in 1766 as part of the tenth volume of 
 Dr. Hawkesworth's fine quarto edition of Swift's 
 writings, begun in 1745. Hawkes worth, however, took 
 great liberties with the text. He suppressed or altered 
 most of Swift's endearing " little language," and he 
 made other changes. Fortunately all the original
 
 INTRODUCTION. XVll 
 
 manuscripts of the twenty-five letters (XLI.-LXV.) 
 except one (LIV.),' remain in the British Museum, to 
 which they were presented together with further corre- 
 spondence of Swift, Addison, Prior, and other con- 
 temporaries, by the booksellers, Robert Davis, Picca- 
 dilly ; Thomas Davies, Covent Garden ; L. Davis and 
 Reymers, Holborn ; and J. Dodsley, Pall Mall, The 
 MSS. contain many erasures, most of them apparently 
 made by Swift himself, perhaps before giving the 
 letters away, if he did give them away, or when he 
 consulted them to refresh his memory while writing 
 his " Four Last Years of the Queen's Reign," and 
 other memoirs. 
 
 Two years after the publication of the first batch of 
 letters, that is in 1768, three further volumes (xii.- 
 xiv.) were added to Hawkesworth's edition of Swift, 
 containing, along with other correspondence, the first 
 forty letters written to Esther Johnson and Mrs. 
 Dingley. These, it will be remembered, had been 
 given to Mrs. Whiteway. They were by her handed 
 over to her son-in-law, Deane Swift, of Goodrich, in 
 Herefordshire, who was a second cousin of Dr. Swift. 
 He prepared them for the press and furnished a few 
 notes, some interesting, but others Hike his "Essay upon 
 the Life of Dr. Swift ") a miracle of well-meaning 
 insipidity. The originals of these forty letters (except 
 the first) have entirely disappeared ; although it is 
 possible that they may still exist unrecognized in some 
 dusty bureau. From a comparison of the text of 
 these forty letters, printed by Deane Swift (vol. xii. 
 of Hawkesworth's edition), with the manuscripts of the 
 
 ^ The loss of this one is partly compensated by the preserva- 
 tion of the first letter of the whole series (Sept. 2nc[, 1710).
 
 xviii INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Other twenty-five, we can see that the editor must have 
 mutilated them to a greater extent even than Hawkes- 
 worth ventured to do. A Hterary flavour has been 
 given them. They are more vivacious and more grace- 
 ful, and much less childish in their play. The writer is 
 made to unbend with more regard for his character as a 
 wit. In the case of both batches of letters nearly all the 
 " little language " is omitted, or modified ; but Deane 
 Swift is clearly less conservative than the other editor. 
 
 It must be remembered that Dr. Swift himself began 
 the work of editing by irregularly erasing here and 
 there words written in the little language. There can 
 be no doubt from the colour of the ink, and the method 
 of obliteration adopted, that many of the erasures in 
 the manuscripts are his own. His scribbled curves 
 differ from the heavy straight lines with which other 
 and probably later erasures are made. But as a rule, 
 Hawkesworth, or whoever corrected for the press, in 
 volume X. did not trouble to delete words in the 
 MSS. He simply dropped them, or altered them, in 
 the printed copy. 
 
 It will be noticed that the name Stella does not 
 occur in the letters here printed from the originals. 
 The name was apparently not used by Swift till some 
 years later ; nor does it occur in letters XLI.-LXV. 
 as printed in 1766. Deane Swift, however, substitutes 
 it for Swift's MD and other symbols, in the volumes 
 issued in 1768; and in his edition of 1784, Thomas 
 Sheridan completes the matter by printing all the 
 letters together under the familiar title of the " Journal 
 to Stella." 
 
 To the " little language " the late John Forster 
 attached an exaggerated importance. However in-
 
 INTRODUCTION. XIX 
 
 teresting it may have been to Swift and Stella, the 
 elaborate reproduction of the babble of the nursery be- 
 comes tiring to the reader who takes the Journal in 
 gross. The specimens of it given in the later letters 
 here printed from the MSS., will probably reconcile 
 most readers to the loss of the rest. If Hawkesworth 
 and Deane Swift had confined themselves to cutting 
 out " Nite deelest logues," and substituting " you " 
 for "oo," and omitting the extraordinary strings of 
 alphabetical symbols at the end of each letter/ their 
 responsibility would have been small. But they have 
 done much more. They have printed carelessly, and 
 even introduced fresh little language of their own. 
 " To avoid perplexing the reader," says the egregious 
 Deane Swift, " it was thought more advisable to use 
 the word Presto for Swift, which is borrowed from the 
 Duchess of Shrewsbury [an Italian lady,] who, not 
 recollecting the Dr.'s name, called him D. Presto (which 
 
 is the Italian for 'SyN\iV),vide Letter XXVII Instead 
 
 oi Ppt, Stella is printed for Mrs. Johnson, and so for 
 D, Dingley ; but as MD stands for both Dingley and 
 Stella it was thought more convenient to let it remain 
 a cypher in its original state." Having substituted 
 Stella for Ppt, he goes the length of inventing " Stella- 
 kins," and so on, absolute coinages of his own, and not 
 of " the Dr." 
 
 In the little language proper, as opposed to the use 
 of mere alphabetical symbols, some acquaintance with 
 the speech of the nursery will help the judicious 
 
 * The use of these, and the oddities of handwriting, suggest 
 a mental twist likely to lead to insanity. Specialists in mental 
 disease are well aware of the significant character of such 
 eccentricities.
 
 XX INTRODUCTION. 
 
 student to find equivalents for " oo," " zis," " im," and 
 so forth. As a rule / is substituted for r, and r for /; 
 thus we have " deelest logues " for " dearest rogues," 
 " rettle " (which Forster will print " rattle ") for 
 " letter," " flom " for " from," " vely " for " very," and so 
 on. Occasionally d appears as g, thus " givar " means 
 " devil ; " while g becomes d, as " dallars " for " girls " 
 (or " gals "). In his derivations Swift is like the old 
 philologists, and unlike the modern ones, for he pays 
 little attention to the transmutation of vowels. 
 
 Among the more difficult and abnormal formations 
 are " tonvelsasens," in which John Forster, by a stroke 
 of genius, recognized " conversation ; " and " deerichar'' 
 or " richar," which it has been suggested is derived 
 from "dear" and "charming" with a euphonic vowel 
 inserted, but which possibly represents "dear little" 
 or " little," in accordance with the general rule of sub- 
 stituting r for /, the ch representing tt ; while the 
 mysterious word " lele " — with which many times re- 
 peated he sometimes brings a letter to a close — stands 
 apparently for " there, there." 
 
 Among the groups of alphabetical letters the follow- 
 ing are the most important : MD, my dears, that is 
 Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Dingley ; and D or DD, mean- 
 ing Dingley and Dear Dingley. Stella's companion 
 was also indicated by ME (Madam Elderly), while 
 Stella herself is usually Ppt, apparentl}^ Poppet, or 
 Poor Pretty Thing. FW, it seems, stands usually for 
 Farewell, but sometimes may mean, Foolish Wenches. 
 Swift designates himself by /'<^;^' (or filled in, Podefar) 
 or FR, meaning, apparently, Poor Dear Foolish Rogue, 
 or simply Foolish Rogue. 
 
 At the end of the Letters here corrected from the
 
 INTRODUCTION. XXI 
 
 manuscript will be found groups of these and other 
 capitals. They doubtless had an earnest intensity of 
 meaniftg for this strange, grim, middle-aged lover 
 and his mistress, but for us they are dumb, and like 
 shrivelled petals found between the leaves of some old 
 romance we can only dimly wonder what was the 
 message they carried to the eyes which brightened as 
 they saw them. 
 
 Note. — Lady Lucy. I am very glad to say that I have at length 
 succeeded in identifying the " Lady Lucy " alluded to on page 8, which 
 at the time the sheet went to press I was unable to do. All the bio- 
 graphers of Swift, including Scott, Forster, and Craik, consider that the 
 full name is Lady Lucy Stanhope. But at that time, as my note shows 
 (pp. 8-9), there is no evidence to prove that any Lady Lucy Stanhope 
 existed. Swift's Lady Lucy was, in point of fact, Katherine, the wife 
 of Sir Berkeley Lucy, Baronet, son of Sir Kingsmill Lucy, of Facombe 
 and Netley. Her father was Charles Cotton, of Beresford, the friend 
 of Walton and the translator of Montaigne. Her elder sister, Olivia (or 
 Olive) married Dean Stanhope, whose daughter was Swift's "Moll 
 Stanhope," a madcap and a beauty, who afterwards married William 
 Burnet, son of the Bishop of Salisbury ; and she had two other sisters, 
 one of whom, Mary, married Mr. Augustine Armstrong, of Great Ormond 
 Street, and was therefore the Mrs. Armstrong several times alluded to 
 in the Journal. Lady Lucy died in the year 1740. It may be added 
 that Swift probably came to know the Lucys through their relationship 
 to the Berkeleys. Sir Berkeley Lucy's mother was Theophila, second 
 daughter of George, Earl of Berkeley. After the death of Sir Kings- 
 mill, she married Robert Nelson, the author of the " Festivals and 
 Fasts."
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 B
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 LETTER I.' 
 
 To Mrs Dingley, at M'' Curry's House 
 
 over against the Ram in Capel Street, 
 
 Dublin. Ireland. 
 Endorsed by Esther Johnson : — ' ' Sep^g. 
 
 Received." 
 Endorsed by Swift :— " MD received 
 
 this Seprg." 
 [And again] " Letter to Irel<i from Sept. 
 
 1 7 ID, begun soon after the Change 
 
 of Ministry. Nothing in this." 
 
 Chester, Sept. 2. 1710. 
 
 JO^ will give you an Account of me till I got into the 
 Boat, after which the Rogues made a new bargain, & 
 forced me to give them 2 Crowns, and talked as if we should 
 not be able to overtake any ship ; but in half an Hour we 
 got to the Yacht ; for the Ships lay by [to] wait for my L" 
 L*'* Steward. We made our Voyage in 1 5 hours just, last 
 night I came to this Town, and shall leave it, I believe, on 
 Monday. The first man I mett in Chester was Dr Raymond,^ 
 He and Mrs Raymond were here about levying a Fine, in 
 order to have Power to sell their Estate. I got a Fall off my 
 Horse, riding here from Parkgate, but no Hurt, the Horse 
 understanding Falls very well, and lying quietly till I got up. 
 
 ^ This first letter is reproduced exactly as it stands in the original 
 MS. See Preface. 
 
 ^ Joseph Beaumont, a tradesman at Trim. He was a man of ability, 
 and had introduced some improvement in linen weaving, on account of 
 which he had a claim on the Irish Government. Swift assisted him in 
 getting this paid. 
 
 ' Vicar of Trim, a town twenty miles from Dublin, near which was 
 Swift's living of Laracor.
 
 4 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 My Duty to the Bp of Cl.^ I saw him returning from 
 Dunlary ; but he saw not me. I take it ill He was not at 
 Convocation, and that I have not His Name to my Powers. 
 I beg y will hold yr Resolution of going to Trim, and riding 
 there as much as y can. Let the Bp of Clogher remind the 
 Bp of Killala ^ to send me a Letter, with one inclosed to the 
 Bp of Lichfield.' Let all who write to me inclose to Rich** 
 Steele, Esq'' at his Office at the Cockpitt,^ near Whitehall. 
 But not MD. I will pay for their Lettrs at S* James's 
 Coffee house, that I may have them the sooner. My Ld 
 Mountjoy' is now in the hum'' that we should begin our 
 Journey this afternoon, so that I have stole here again to 
 finish this Lettr, w"*" must be short or long accordingly. I 
 write this Post to Mrs Wesley,^ and will tell her that I have 
 taken care she may have her Bill of 115" whenever she 
 pleases to send for it, and in that Case I desire you will send 
 it her inclosed and sealed, and have it ready so in case she 
 should send for it, otherwise keep it, I will say no more 
 till I hear whether I go to day or no, if I do the Letf is almost 
 at an end. My Coz" Abigail is grown prodigiously old. — 
 God almighty bless poo deerichar MD ; &, for God sake, 
 be merry, and gett 00 health. — I am perfectly resolved to 
 return as soon as I have done my Commission, whether it 
 succeeds or no. I neer went to Engd with so little desire 
 in my Life. If Mrs Curry '' makes any difficulty about the 
 Lodgings, I will quitt them and pay her from July 9 last, 
 and M" Brent " must write to Parvisol ^ with orders accord- 
 ingly. The Post is come from London a^ just going out, so 
 I have only time to pray Gd to bess poor richr MD FW FW 
 FW MD ME ME ME. 
 
 ^ Dr. St. George Ashe, Bishop of Clogher, who had been Swift's 
 tutor at Trinity College, Dublin. 
 ■•^ Dr. William Lloyd. 
 ^ Dr. John Hough, formerly Bishop of Oxford. 
 
 * The Cockpit at Whitehall was a set of apartments built on the site 
 of an old cockpit. This was converted into the Privy Council offices 
 during the reign of William IIL ; but the old name remained until the 
 present century. 
 
 ^ William Stewart, second 'Viscount, died, 1727. 
 
 • Wife of Swift's friend. Garret Wesley, who lived near Laracor. 
 ■^ Landlady of Esther Johnson and Mrs. Dingley. 
 
 * Swift's housekeeper. 
 
 • Swift's steward and tithe-agent at Laracor.
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 LETTER II. 
 
 London, September 9, Saturday, 1710. 
 
 I got here last Thursday, after five days traveUing, weary 
 the first, almost dead the second, tolerable the third, and 
 well enough the rest ; and am now glad of the fatigue, which 
 has served for exercise ; and I am at present well enough. 
 The Whigs were ravished to see me, and would lay hold on 
 me as a twig while they are drowning, and the great men 
 making me their clumsy apologies, &c. But my Lord- 
 Treasurer^ received me with a great deal of coldness, which 
 has enraged me so, I am almost vowing revenge. I have 
 not yet gone half my circle ; but I find all my acquaintance 
 just as I left them. I hear my Lady Giffard ^ is much at 
 court, and Lady Wharton was ridiculing it t' other day-; 
 so I have lost a friend there. I have not yet seen her, nor 
 intend it ; but I will contrive to see Stella's mother ^ some 
 other way. I writ to the Bishop of Clogher from Chester ; 
 and I now write to the Archbishop of Dublin. Every thing 
 is turning upside down ; every Whig in great office will, to a 
 man, be infallibly put out ; and we shall have such a winter 
 as has not been seen in England. Every body asks me, how 
 I came to be so long in Ireland, as naturally as if here were 
 my being ; but no soul offers to make it so : and I protest I 
 shall return to Dublin, and the canal at Laracor, with more 
 satisfaction than I ever did in my life. The Tatler * expects 
 every day to be turned out of his employment ; and the 
 Duke of Ormond, they say, will be Lieutenant of Ireland. 
 I hope you are now peaceably in Presto's ' lodgings : but I 
 resolve to turn you out by Christmas : in which time I shall 
 either do my business, or find it not to be done. Pray be 
 
 ^ The Earl of Godolphin. 
 
 * She was sister of Sir William Temple. Some unpleasantness had 
 occurred between Swift and Lady Giffard about the publication of 
 Sir William's "Memoirs." 
 
 * Mrs. Bridget Johnson, mother of Esther Johnson, was living with 
 Lady Giffard as companion. The name Stella was not given by Swift 
 to Esther Johnson until later than the time of the Diary. (See Intro- 
 duction, p. XV.) 
 
 * Steele lost the Gazetteership in October. 
 
 * See Introduction, p. xv.
 
 6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 at Trim by the time this letter comes to you, and ride Uttle 
 Johnson, who must needs be now in good case. I have 
 begun this letter unusually on the post night, and have 
 already written to the Archbishop, and cannot lengthen this. 
 Henceforth I will write something every day to MD, and 
 make it a sort of journal : and when it is full, I will send it 
 whether MD writes or no : and so that will be pretty : and 
 I shall always be in conversation with MD, and MD with 
 Presto. Pray make Parvisol pay you the ten pounds imme- 
 diately; so I ordered him. They tell me I am growing 
 fatter, and look better ; and, on Monday, Jervas ' is to 
 retouch my picture. I thought I saw Jack Temple and his 
 wife pass by me to-day in their coach ; but I took no notice 
 of them. I am glad I have wholly shaken off that family. 
 Tell the Provost " I have obeyed his commands to the Duke 
 of Ormond ; or let it alone, if you please. I saw Jemmy 
 Leigh ^ just now at the coffeehouse, who asked after you with 
 great kindness : he talks of going in a fortnight to Ireland. 
 My service to the Dean,* and Mrs Walls,' and her Arch- 
 deacon. Will Frankland's " wife is near bringing to bed, and 
 I have promised to christen the child. I fancy you had my 
 Chester letter the Tuesday after I writ. I presented Dr 
 Raymond to Lord Wharton at Chester. Pray let me know 
 when Joe gets his money. It is near ten, and I hate to 
 send by the bellman. MD shall have a longer letter in a 
 week, but I send this only to tell I am safe in London ; 
 and so farewell, &c. 
 
 LETTER III. 
 
 London, Sept. 9, 1 7 10. 
 
 After seeing the Duke of Ormond, dining with Dr Cock- 
 burn,'' passing some part of the afternoon with Sir Matthew 
 
 ' A fashionable portrait painter of the day. 
 
 ^ Dr. Benjamin Pratt, afterwards Provost of Trinity College, Dublin. 
 ' A Westmeath landlord who " loved London dearly." 
 * Dr. Sterne, Dean of St. Patrick's. 
 
 •' The wife of Archdeacon Walls, rector of Castle Knock, near Trim. 
 ^ Son of Sir Thomas Frankland, the English Postmaster-General, 
 and himself Comptroller of the Post Office. 
 ^ Swift's physician.
 
 I7I0] JOURNAL TO STELLA 7 
 
 Dudley ' and Will Frankland, the rest at St James's Coffee- 
 house, I came home and writ to the Archbishop of Dublin 
 and MD, and am going to bed. I forgot to tell you, that I 
 begged Will Frankland to stand Manley's ^ friend with his 
 father in this shaking season for places. He told me his 
 father was in danger to be out; that several were now 
 soliciting for Manley's place ; that he was accused of opening 
 letters ; that Sir Thomas Frankland would sacrifice every 
 thing to save himself; and in that I fear Manley is un- 
 done, &c. 
 
 10. To-day I dined with Lord Mountjoy at Kensington; 
 saw my mistress, Ophy Butler's wife, who is grown a little 
 charmless. I sat till ten in the evening with Addison and 
 Steele; Steele will certainly lose his Gazetteer's place, all 
 the world detesting his engaging in parties. At ten I went 
 to the coffeehouse, hoping to find Lord Radnor,^ whom I 
 had not seen. He was there ; for an hour and a half we 
 talked treason heartily against the Whigs, their baseness and 
 ingratitude. And I am come home rolling resentments in 
 my mind, and framing schemes of revenge : full of which, 
 (having written down some hints,) I go to bed. I am afraid 
 MD dined at home, because it is Sunday; and there was 
 the little half-pint of wine ; for God's sake be good girls, and 
 all will be well. Ben Tooke * was with me this morning. 
 
 11. Seven morning. I am rising to go to Jervas to finish 
 my picture, and 'tis shaving day, so good morrow MD ; but 
 don't keep me now, for I can't stay; and pray dine with 
 the Dean, but don't lose your money. I long to hear from 
 you, &c. — Ten at night. I sat four hours this morning to 
 Jervas, who has given my picture quite another turn, and 
 now approves it entirely : but we must have the approbation 
 of the town. If I were rich enough, I would get a copy of 
 it, and bring it over. Mr Addison and I dined together at 
 his lodgings, and I sat with him part of this evening ; and I 
 am now come home to write an hour. Patrick ^ observes, 
 
 ' A Whig. Afterwards Commissioner of Customs. 
 
 ^ Isaac Manley, a Whig, Postmaster-General in Ireland. 
 
 ^ Charles Robartes, third Earl of Radnor, who died in 1723. He 
 was a discontented Whig. 
 
 * A London bookseller who had published the "Tale of a Tub" for 
 Swift. He frequently cashed Swift's remittances, and transacted similar 
 business for him. ' Swift's servant.
 
 8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 that the rabble here are much more inquisitive in poUtics 
 than in Ireland. Every day we expect changes, and the 
 Parliament to be dissolved. Lord Wharton ^ expects every 
 day to be out : he is working like a horse for elections ; and, 
 in short, I never saw so great a ferment among all sorts of 
 people. I had a miserable letter from Joe last Saturday, 
 telling me Mr Pratt ^ refuses payment of his money. I have 
 told it Mr Addison, and will to Lord Wharton ; but I fear 
 with no success. However, I will do all I can. 
 
 1 2. To-day I presented Mr Ford * to the Duke of Ormond ; 
 and paid my first visit to Lord President,* with whom I had 
 much discourse ; but put him always off when he began of 
 Lord Wharton in relation to me, till he urged it : then I 
 said, he knew I never expected any thing from Lord Wharton, 
 and that Lord Wharton knew that I understood it so. He 
 said, that he had written twice to Lord Wharton about me, 
 who both times said nothing at all to that part of his letter. 
 I am advised not to meddle in the affair of the First-Fruits 
 till this hurry is a little over, which still depends, and we are 
 all in the dark. Lord President told me he expects every 
 day to be out, and has done so these two months. I protest 
 upon my life, I am heartily weary of this town, and wish I 
 had never stirred. 
 
 13. I went this morning to the city to see Mr. Stratford 
 the Hamburgh merchant, my old school-fellow ; but calling 
 at Bull's * on Ludgate Hill, he forced me to his house at 
 Hampstead to dinner among a deal of ill company ; among 
 the rest Mr. Hoadley,^ the Whig clergyman, so famous for 
 acting the contrary part to Sacheverell : but to-morrow I 
 design again to see Stratford. I was glad, however, to be at 
 Hampstead, where I saw Lady Lucy ^ and Moll Stanhop'', 
 
 ^ Thomas, Earl of Wharton (created Marquis in 17 14), was Lord 
 Lieutenant of Ireland from 1708 to 1710 ; Swift called him " the most 
 universal villain I ever knew ; " and not without some reason. 
 
 * Vice-Treasurer of Ireland. 
 
 ' Charles Ford, of Woodpark, near Dublin, friend of Swift, Pope, 
 Prior, and other Tory wits. He became Gazetteer in 1 7 12. 
 
 * Lord Somers. 
 
 * A haberdasher in Ludgate Hill, a relation of Bishop Bull, men- 
 tioned Sept. 19th. He was a strong Whig. 
 
 * Benjamin Hoadley, afterwards Bishop of Winchester. 
 
 '' No light is thrown on the identity of Lady Lucy and Moll Stanhope
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 9 
 
 I hear very unfortunate news of Mrs. Long ; ' she and her 
 comrade have broke up house, and she is broke for good 
 and all, and is gone to the country : I should be extremely 
 sorry if this be true. 
 
 14. To-day I saw Patty Rolt,* who heard I was in town ; 
 and I dined with Stratford at a merchant's in the city, where 
 I drank the first Tokay wine I ever saw ; and it is admirable, 
 yet not to the degree I expected. Stratford is worth a plumb, 
 and is now lending the Government forty thousand pounds : 
 yet we were educated together at the same school and uni- 
 versity. We hear the Chancellor is to be suddenly out, and 
 Sir Simon Harcourt to succeed him : I am come early home, 
 not caring for the coffeehouse. 
 
 15. To-day Mr. Addison, Colonel Freind,^ and I, went to 
 see the million lottery * drawn at Guildhall. The jackanapes 
 of blue-coat boys gave themselves such airs in pulling out 
 the tickets, and showed white hands open to the company, 
 to let us see there was no cheat. We dined at a country- 
 house near Chelsea,' where Mr. Addison often retires ; and 
 to-night at the coffeehouse, we hear Sir Simon Harcourt is 
 
 by Deane Swift, Scott, Forster or Craik. We know from the "Journal" 
 that Lady Lucy lived at Hampstead, that she was a Whig, and that her 
 sister was named Mrs. Armstrong. It is not quite clear, though prob- 
 able, that Moll Stanhope was her daughter. They were probably 
 relatives of Dr. George Stanhope, Dean of Canterbury. See p. 208, 
 below. I know of no member of the Stanhope family living in 17 10 
 who was called Lucy. The future Lucy Lady Stanhope, was still Miss 
 Pitt, she was not married till 17 13 and did not become Lady Stanhope 
 till 1 7 17, when General Stanhope was created a Viscount. 
 
 ^ Anne Long, a famous beauty and toast at the Kit Cat Club. The 
 " comrade " was Mrs. Barton, another Whig beauty, the niece of Sir 
 Isaac Newton and widow of Colonel Barton, a lady whom, Swift tells us, 
 he " loves better than anyone here, and sees seldomer." 
 
 ^ A cousin of Swift's, afterwards Mrs. Lancelot. She lodged with 
 Mr. Dryden Leach, a printer, who was also a cousin. (See below, Oct. 
 26th, 1710.) 
 
 ' Mr. Craik says: "This may have been a kinsman of Swift's 
 intimate friend, Dr. Robert Freind, of Westminster School, and Dr. 
 John Freind, the physician. But it is more likely to have been a mis- 
 print for ' Froud ' or ' Frowde,' a literary aspirant introduced by Addison 
 to Swift, and the author of two forgotten tragedies." 
 
 * See the "Tatler," No. 203. 
 
 ' Sandford Manor House, near Sandy-End, Fulham, where Nell 
 Gwynne had lived. It is now part of the Imperial Gas Company's 
 premises.
 
 10 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 made Lord Keeper ; so that now we expect every moment 
 the ParUament will be dissolved ; but I forgot that this letter 
 will not go in three or four days, and that my news will be 
 stale, which I should therefore put in the last paragraph. 
 Shall I send this letter before I hear from MD, or shall I 
 keep it to lengthen ? I have not yet seen Stella's mother, 
 because I will not see Lady Giffard ; but I will contrive to 
 get there when Lady Giffard is abroad. I forgot to mark 
 my two former letters ; but remember this is Number 3, and 
 I have not yet had Number i from MD; but I shall by 
 Monday, which I reckon will be just a fortnight after you 
 had my first. I am resolved to bring over a great deal of 
 china. I loved it mightily to-day. What shall I bring ? 
 
 16. Morning. Sir John Holland,^ Comptroller of the 
 Household, has sent to desire my acquaintance; I have a 
 mind to refuse him, because he is a Whig, and will, I suppose 
 be out among the rest ; but he is a man of worth and learning. 
 Tell me, do you like this journal way of writing ? Is it not 
 tedious and dull ? 
 
 Night. I dined to-day with a cousin, a printer, where 
 Patty Rolt lodges, and then came home, after a visit or two ; 
 and it has been a very insipid day. Mrs Long's misfortune 
 is confirmed to me ; bailiffs were in her house ; she retired 
 to private lodgings ; thence to the country, nobody knows 
 where : her friends leave letters at some inn, and they are 
 carried to her ; and she writes answers, without dating them 
 from any place. I swear it grieves me to the soul. 
 
 17. To-day I dined six miles out of town, with Will Pat-e,^ 
 the learned woollen draper. Mr Stratford went with me : 
 six miles here is nothing : we left Pate after sunset, and were 
 here before it was dark. This letter shall go on Thursday, 
 whether I hear from MD or no. My health continues pretty 
 well ; pray God, Stella may give me a good account of hers : 
 and I hope you are now at Trim, or soon designing it. I 
 was disappointed to-night ; the fellow gave me a letter, and 
 I hoped to see little MD's hand ; and it was only to invite 
 me to a venison pasty to-day : so I lost my pasty into the 
 bargain. Pox on these declining courtiers ! Here is Mr 
 
 ' He had taken a leading part in the impeachment of Sacheverell. 
 * Said to have been educated at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. Swift 
 wrote an epitaph for him.
 
 I7I0] JOURNAL TO STELLA II 
 
 Brydges,^ the Paymaster-General, desiring my acquaintance ; 
 but I hear the Queen sent Lord Shrewsbury to assure him he 
 may keep his place ; and he promises me great assistance in 
 the affair of the First-Fruits." Well, I must turn over this 
 leaf to-night, though the side would hold another hne ; but 
 pray consider this is a whole sheet : it holds a plaguy deal, 
 and you must be content to be weary ; but I will do so no 
 more. Sir Simon Harcourt is made Attorney-General, and 
 not Lord-Keeper. 
 
 1 8. To-day I dined with Mr Stratford at Mr Addison's 
 retirement near Chelsea ; then came to town ; got home 
 early, and began a letter to the Tatler,^ about the corruptions 
 of style and writing, &c. ; and having not heard from you, 
 am resolved this letter shall go to-night. Lord Wharton 
 was sent for to town in mighty haste, by the Duke of Devon- 
 shire ; they have some project in hand ; but it will not do, 
 for every hour we expect a thorough revolution, and that the 
 Parliament will be dissolved. When you see Joe, tell him, 
 Lord Wharton is too busy to mind any of his affairs ; but I 
 will get what good offices I can from Mr Addison, and will 
 write to-day to Mr Pratt ; and bid Joe not to be discouraged, 
 for I am confident he will get the money under any govern- 
 ment ; but he must have patience. 
 
 19. I have been scribbling this morning, and I believe 
 shall hardly fill this side to-day, but send it as it is ; and it is 
 good enough for naughty girls that won't write to a body, 
 and to a good boy like Presto. I thought to have sent this 
 to-night, but was kept by company, and could not ; and, to 
 say the truth, I had a little mind to expect one post more 
 for a letter from MD. Yesterday at noon died the Earl of 
 Anglesea, the great support of the Tories ; so that employ- 
 ment of Vice-Treasurer of Ireland is again vacant. We were 
 to have been great friends, and I could hardly have a loss 
 that could grieve me more. The Bishop of Durham * died 
 the same day. The Duke of Ormond's daughter was ta 
 visit me to-day at a third place by way of advance, and I am 
 
 * Afterwards first Duke of Chandos, the builder of Cannons. 
 
 * See Introduction, p. ix. 
 
 * See No. 230 (Sept. 28th, 1710). 
 
 * The prelate who died on Sept. 19th was not the Bishop of Durham^ 
 but the Bishop of St. David's (Dr. George Bull),
 
 12 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 to return it to-morrow. I have had a letter from Lady 
 Berkeley, begging me for charity to come to Berkeley Castle, 
 for company to my lord, who has been ill of a dropsy ; but 
 I cannot go, and must send my excuse to-morrow. I am 
 told, that in a few hours there will be more removals. 
 
 20. To-day I returned my visits to the Duke's daughters; 
 the insolent drabs ^ came up to my very mouth to salute me ; 
 then I heard the report confirmed of removals ; my Lord 
 President Somers ; the Duke of Devonshire, Lord Steward ; 
 and Mr Boyle, Secretary of State, are all turned out to-day. 
 I never remember such bold steps taken by a court : I am 
 almost shocked at it, though I did not care if they were all 
 hanged. We are astonished why the Parliament is not yet 
 dissolved, and why they keep a matter of that importance to 
 the last. We shall have a strange winter here between the 
 struggles of a cunning provoked discarded party, and the 
 triumphs of those in power ; of both which I shall be an in- 
 different spectator, and return very peaceably to Ireland, 
 when I have done my part in the affair I am intrusted with, 
 whether it succeeds or not. To-morrow I change my 
 lodgings in Pall Mall for one in Bury Street, where I suppose 
 I shall continue while I stay in London. If any thing 
 happens to-morrow, I will add it. 
 
 Robin's Coffeehouse.'^ — We have great news just now from 
 Spain; Madrid taken and Pampeluna. I am here ever 
 interrupted. 
 
 21. I have just received your letter, which I will not 
 answer now ; God be thanked all things are so well. I find 
 you have not yet had my second : I had a letter from 
 Parvisol, who tells me he gave Mrs Walls a bill of twenty 
 pounds for me, to be given to you ; but you have not sent 
 it. This night the Parliament is dissolved : great news 
 from Spain; King Charles and Stanhope are at Madrid, 
 and Count Staremberg has taken Pampeluna. Farewell. 
 This is from St James's Coffeehouse. I will begin my 
 answer to your letter to-night; but not send it this week. 
 Pray, tell me whether you like this journal way of writing. — 
 I do not like your reasons for not going to Trim. Parvisol 
 
 ' The Ladies Betty and Mary Butler were great favourites with 
 Swift. 
 
 ^ In Exchange Alley.
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 1 3 
 
 tells me he can sell your horse. Sell it, with a pox ? Pray 
 let him know that he shall sell his soul as soon. What ? sell 
 any thing that Stella loves, and may sometimes ride ? It is 
 hers, and let her do as she pleases : pray let him know this 
 by the first that you know goes to Trim. Let him sell my 
 gray and be hanged. 
 
 LETTER IV. 
 
 London, Sept. 21, 1710. 
 
 Here I must begin another letter, on a whole sheet, for 
 fear saucy little MD should be angry, and think much that 
 the paper is too little. I had your letter this night, as I told 
 you just and no more in my last ; for this must be taken up 
 in answering yours, sauce-box. I believe I told you where I 
 dined to-day ; and to-morrow I go out of town for two days 
 to dine with the same company on Sunday ; Molesworth ^ 
 the Florence envoy, Stratford, and some others. I heard to- 
 day that a gentlewoman from Lady Giffard's house had been 
 at the coffeehouse to inquire for me. It was Stella's mother, 
 I suppose. I shall send here a penny-post letter to-morrow, 
 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, &c. 
 and when I got home found a letter from Joe, with one in- 
 closed 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 any body 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 
 
 ' John Molesworth, Envoy Extraordinary to the Grand Duke of 
 Tuscany. He afterwards held other diplomatic appointments.
 
 14 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 ours ; I must be writing every night ; I cannot go to bed 
 without a word to them ; I cannot 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 to-morrow in Frankland's chariot, and come back at 
 night. Lady Berkeley ' has invited me to Berkeley Castle, 
 and Lady Betty Germain ^ to Drayton in Northamptonshire, 
 and I will go to neither. Let me alone, I must finish my 
 pamphlet. I have sent a long letter to Bickerstaff : ^ let the 
 Bishop of Clogher smoke if he can.* Well, I will 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. BallygalP 
 will be a pure 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, 
 Cannot you do what you will with your own horse ? Pray 
 do not 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 intc 
 
 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 
 
 ' Wife of the Earl of Berkeley, who had been Lord Lieutenant of 
 Ireland. Swift had been chaplain to her husband when in Ireland. 
 
 ■^ Lady Betty Germain was the Earl of Berkeley's daughter, and a 
 special favourite of Swift's. 
 
 ^ " The Tatler, or the Lucubrations of Isaac Bickerstaff, Esquire." 
 The long letter is No. 230 already mentioned. 
 
 * To " smoke " is to notice, to perceive. 
 
 * A village near Dublin.
 
 \ 
 
 1710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 1$ 
 
 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, 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,^ 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, 17 10, was as hot as Mid- 
 summer. 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 ]6hn Holland 
 the Comptroller, and sat with him till eight; then came 
 home and sent my letters, and writ part of a lampoon,* 
 which goes on very slow, and now I am writing to saucy 
 MD ; no wonder, indeed, good boys must write to naughty 
 girls. I han't 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 town ; I can't afford to answer your letter 
 
 ^ Probably at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's. 
 
 ' " The Virtues of Sid Hamet's Rod," a satire on Godolphin. (See 
 Aldine edition of Swift's " Poetical Works," iii. 10.)
 
 l6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sep 
 
 yet. Morgan/ the puppy, writ me a long letter to desire . 
 would recommend him for purse-bearer, or secretary to the 
 next Lord Chancellor that would come with the nex; 
 governor. I will not answer him ; but beg you will sa- 
 these words to his father, Raymond,^ or any body that w- . 
 tell him ; that Dr. Swift has received his letter, and woi 
 be very ready to serve him, but cannot do it in what 
 desires, because he has no sort of interest in the persons' . 
 be applied to. These words you may write, and let Joe >-«e 
 Mr Warburton,^ give them to him : a pox on him ! Have. 
 ever, it is by these sort of ways that fools get prefermac - 
 I must not end yet, because I cannot say good night witho. 
 losing a line, and then MD would scold; but now, gocscr 
 night. 
 
 28. I have the finest piece of Brazil tobacco for Dingley 
 that ever was born. 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 
 Parliament. Good night, sirrahs ; no, no, not night ; I w: 
 this in the morning, and looking carelessly I thought it ha 
 been of last night. I dined to-day with Mrs Barton alone at h 
 
 lodgings, where she told me for certain that Lady S wf 
 
 with child when she was last in England, and pretendei 
 a tympany, and saw every body ; then disappeared for threi 
 weeks, her tympany was gone, and she looked like a ghost, 
 &c. No wonder she married when she was so ill at con- 
 taining. Conolly * is out, and Mr Roberts in his place, who 
 loses a better here, but was formerly a commissioner in 
 Ireland. That employment cost Conolly three thousand 
 pounds to Lord Wharton ; so he has made an 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 
 
 ^ Apparently Marcus Antonius Morgan, steward to the Bishop of 
 Kildare (Craik). 
 
 - " Dr. Raymond he only called his father, because he espoused 
 Mr. Morgan's interest with all his power." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ^ Swift's curate at Laracor. 
 
 * A Commissioner of the Revenue, afterwards Speaker of the Irish 
 House of Commons.
 
 J.-IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 1 7 
 
 ie Bishop of Clogher smokes it. I saw Mr Sterne to-day ; 
 
 T© will do as you order, and I will give him chocolate for 
 
 Stella's health. He goes not these three weeks. I wish 
 
   could send it some other way. So now to your letter, 
 
 * flliive boys. I don't like your way of saving shillings : 
 
 . ijiflihing vexes me but that it does not make Stella a coward 
 
 isrfa coach. I don't think any lady's advice about my ear 
 
 uji'ifies twopence ; however, I will, in compliance to you, 
 
 Dr Cockburn. Radcliffe I know not, and Bernard I 
 
 r see. Walls will certainly be stingier for seven years, 
 
 1 pretence of his robbery. So Stella puns again ; why, 
 
 well enough ; but I'll not second it, though I could 
 
 ke a dozen : I never thought of a pun since I left Ireland. 
 
 -Bishop of Clogher's bill? why, he paid it 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 
 
 ',de this paper ; and pray tear off the two letters I shall 
 
 ite to him and Joe, or let Dingley transcribe and send 
 
 im ; though that to Parvisol, I believe, he must have my 
 
 xnd for. — No, no, I'll eat no grapes ; I eat about six the 
 
 i^ier day at Sir John Holland's ; but would not give six- 
 
 :jnce for a thousand, they are so bad this year. Yes, faith, 
 
 jhope in God Presto and MD will be together this time 
 
 a^elvemonth ; what then ? Last year, I suppose, I was at 
 
 Laracor; but next I hope to eat my Michaelmas goose at 
 
 my little gooses' lodgings. I drink no atie (I suppose you 
 
 mean aie,) 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.^ 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 any thing 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, Blighe's corpse 
 
 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 
 
 ^ Since the dismissal of Godolphin's ministry in August, Harley had 
 been Chancellor of the Exchequer. 
 11. C
 
 l8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 a week ago. I have the first floor, a dining-room and bed- 
 chamber, at eight shilHngs 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, Mrs 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 
 pox't : 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 me at Mr Steele's ; but 
 direct for Mr Steele, at his office at the Cockpit; and let 
 the enclosed be directed for me; that mistake cost me 
 eighteenpence t' other day. 
 
 30. I dined with Stratford to-day, but am not to see Mr 
 Harley till Wednesday : it is late, and I send this before 
 there is occasion for the bell; because I would have Joe 
 have his letter, and Parvisol too : which you must so con- 
 trive as not to cost them double postage. I can say no 
 more, but that I am, &c. 
 
 LETTER V. 
 
 London, Sept. 30, 1710. 
 
 Have not I brought myself into a fine premunire to begin 
 writing letters in whole sheets ? and now I dare not leave it 
 off. I can't tell whether you like these journal letters : I 
 believe they would be dull to me to read them over ; but, 
 perhaps, little MD is pleased to know how Presto passes his 
 time in her absence. I always begin my last the same day 
 I ended the former. I told you where I dined to-day at a 
 tavern with Stratford : Lewis, ^ who is a great favourite of 
 Harley's, was to have been with us ; but he was hurried to 
 Hampton Court, and sent his excuse, and that next Wednes- 
 day he would introduce me to Harley. 'Tis good to see 
 what a lamentable confession the Whigs all make me of my 
 
 1 Erasmus Lewis, secretary to the Earl of Dartmouth, one of the new 
 Secretaries of State. He was one of Swift's best and closest friends.
 
 17IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 19 
 
 ill usage ; but I mind them not. I am already represented 
 to Harley as a discontented person, that was used ill for 
 not being Whig enough ; and I hope for good usage from 
 him. The Tories dryly tell me, I may make my fortune, if 
 I please ; but I do not understand them, or rather, I do 
 understand them. 
 
 Oct. I. To-day I dined at Molesworth's, the Florence 
 envoy; and sat this evening with my friend Darteneuf,' 
 whom you have heard me talk of ; the greatest punner of 
 this town next myself. Have you smoked the Tatler that I 
 writ ? it is much liked here, and I think it a pure one. To 
 morrow I go with Delaval the Portugal envoy, to dine with 
 Lord Halifax near Hampton Court. Your Manley's brother, 
 a Parliament man here, has gotten an employment ; and I 
 am informed uses much interest to preserve his brother: 
 and, to-day, I spoke to the elder Frankland to engage his 
 father, (Postmaster here,) and I hope he will be safe, although 
 he is cruelly hated by all the Tories of Ireland. I have 
 almost finished my lampoon, and will print it, for revenge on 
 a certain great person. It has cost me but three shillings in 
 meat and drink since I came here, as thin as the town is. I 
 laugh to see myself so disengaged in these revolutions. Well, 
 I must leave off, and go write to Sir John Stanley, to desire 
 him to engage Lady Hyde, as my mistress, to engage Lord 
 Hyde in favour of Mr. Pratt. 
 
 2. Lord Halifax was at Hampton Court at his lodgings, 
 and I dined with him there with Methuen" and Delaval, 
 and the late Attorney General. I went to the drawing-room 
 before dinner, (for the Queen was at Hampton Court,) and 
 expected to see nobody ; but I met acquaintance enough. 
 I walked in the gardens, saw the cartoons of Raphael, and 
 other things, and with great difficulty got from Lord Halifax, 
 who would have kept me to-morrow to show me his house 
 and park, and improvements. We left Hampton Court at 
 sunset, and got here in a chariot and two horses time enough 
 by starlight. That's something charms me mightily about 
 
 ^ Charles Darteneuf (properly Dartiquenave), who held several offices 
 under government, and lived in St. James's Palace. He was well 
 known as an epicure, and his favourite dish was ham- pie. 
 
 ^ Sir Paul Methuen, ambassador at Lisbon, who negotiated the 
 famous commercial treaty with Portugal, 1703.
 
 20 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 London ; that you go dine a dozen miles off in October, stay 
 all day, and return so quickly ; you cannot do anything like 
 this in Dublin. I writ a second penny-post letter to your 
 mother, and hear nothing of her. Did I tell you that Earl 
 Berkeley died last Sunday was se'nnight, at Berkeley Castle, 
 of a dropsy ? / Lord Halifax began a health to me to-day : it 
 was the resurrection of the Whigs, which I refused, unless he 
 would add their reformation too -J and I told him he was the 
 only Whig in England I loved, or had any good opinion of. 
 3. This morning Stella's sister came to me with a letter 
 from her mother, who is at Sheen ; but will soon be in town, 
 and will call to see me : she gave me a bottle of palsy water, 
 a small one, and desired I would send it you by the first 
 convenience, as I will ; and she promised a quart bottle of 
 the same ; your sister looked very well, and seems a good 
 modest sort of girl. I went then to Mr Lewis, first secretary 
 to Lord Dartmouth, and favourite to Mr Harley, who is to 
 introduce me to-morrow morning. Lewis had with him one 
 Mr Dyet, a justice of peace, worth twenty thousand pounds, 
 a commissioner of the Stamp office, and married to a sister 
 of Sir Philip Meadows, envoy to the Emperor. I tell you 
 this, because it is odds but this Mr Dyet will be hanged ; ^ 
 for he is discovered to have counterfeited stamped paper, in 
 which he was a commissioner ; and, with his accomplices, 
 has cheated the Queen of a hundred thousand pounds. You 
 w411 hear of it before this come to you, but may be not so 
 particularly ; and it is a very odd accident in such a man. 
 Smoke Presto writing news to MD. I dined to-day with 
 Lord Mount] oy at Kensington, and walked from thence this 
 evening to town like an emperor. Remember that yesterday, 
 October 2, was a cruel hard frost, with ice ; and six days ago 
 I was dying with heat. As thin as the town is, I have more 
 dinners than ever, and am asked this month by some people, 
 without being able to come for pre-engagements. Well, but 
 I should write plainer, when I consider Stella can't read,* 
 and Dingley is not so skilful at my ugly hand. I had, to- 
 night, a letter from Mr Pratt, who tells me Joe will have his 
 money when there are trustees appointed by the Lord- 
 
 ^ Dyet was acquitted, Jan. il, 1711, on the ground that his crime 
 was not a felony (as charged), but only a breach of trust. 
 ^ Stella's eyes were weak.
 
 1710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 21 
 
 Lieutenant for receiving and disposing the linen fund ; and 
 whenever those trustees are appointed, I will solicit whoever 
 is Lord-Lieutenant, and am in no fear of succeeding. So 
 pray tell or write him word, and bid him not be cast down ; 
 for Ned Southwell ' and Mr Addison both think Pratt in the 
 right. Do not lose your money at Manley's to-night, sirrahs. 
 4. After I had put out my candle last night, my landlady 
 came into my room, with a servant of Lord Halifax, to desire 
 I would go dine with him at his house near Hampton Court ; 
 but I sent him word I had business of great importance that 
 hindered me, &c. And, to-day, I was brought privately to 
 Mr Harley, who received me with the greatest respect and 
 kindness imaginable : he has appointed me an hour OrC 
 Saturday at four, afternoon, when I will open my business to 
 him ; which expression I would not use if I were a woman. 
 I know you smoked it ; but I did not till I writ it. I dined 
 to-day at Mr Delaval's, the envoy of Portugal, with Nic. 
 Rowe the poet, and other friends ; and I gave my lampoon 
 to be printed. I have more mischief in my heart ; and I 
 think it shall go round with them all, as this hits, and I can 
 find hints. I am certain I answered your 2d letter, and yet 
 I do not find it here. I suppose it was in my 4th ; and why 
 N. 2d, 3d ; is it not enough to say, as I do, i, 2, 3 ? &c. I 
 am going to work at another Tatler : I will be far enough 
 but I say the same thing over two or three times, just as I 
 do when I am talking to little MD ; but what care I ? they 
 can read it as easily as I can write it : I think I have brought 
 these lines pretty straight again. I fear it will be long before 
 I finish two sides at this rate. Pray, dear MD, when I 
 occasionally give you a little commission mixed with my 
 letters, don't forget it, as that to Morgan and Joe, &c., for 
 I write just as I can remember, otherwise I would put them 
 all together. I was to visit Mr Sterne to-day, and gave him 
 your commission about handkerchiefs : that of chocolate I 
 will do myself, and send it him when he goes, and you will 
 pay me when t/ie giver's bread, &c. To-night I will read 
 a pamphlet, to amuse myself God preserve your dear 
 healths. 
 
 * Clerk of the Council. He was the son of Sir Robert Southwell, 
 formerly secretary to the Lord Lieutenant, and an early patron of 
 Swift.
 
 22 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 5. This morning Delaval came to see me, and we went to 
 Kneller's/ who was not in town. In the way we met the 
 electors for Parliamentmen : and the rabble came about our 
 coach, crying a Colt, a Stanhope,^ &c. We were afraid of a 
 dead cat, or our glasses broken, and so were always of their 
 side. I dined again at Delaval's ; and in the evening, at the 
 coffeehouse, heard Sir Andrew Fountaine ^ was come to 
 town. This has been but an insipid sort of day, and I have 
 nothing to remark upon it worth threepence : I hope MD 
 had a better, with the Dean, the Bishop, or Mrs Walls. Why, 
 the reason you lost four and eightpence last night but one at 
 Manley's, was because you played bad games ; I took notice 
 of six that you had ten to one against you : Would any but 
 a mad lady go out twice upon manilio,* basto, and two small 
 diamonds? Then in that game of spades, you blundered 
 when you had ten-ace ; I never saw the like of you : and 
 now you are in a huff because I tell you this. Well, here is 
 two and eightpence halfpenny toward your loss. 
 
 6. Sir Andrew Fountaine came this morning, and caught 
 me writing in bed. I went into the city with him ; and we 
 dined at the chophouse with Will Pate, the learned woollen- 
 draper : then we sauntered at china-shops and booksellers ; 
 went to the tavern, drank two pints of white wine, and never 
 parted till ten : and now I am come home, and must copy 
 out some papers I intend for Mr. Harley, whom I am to see, 
 as I told you, to-morrow afternoon : so that this night I shall 
 say Uttle to MD, but that I heartily wish myself with them, 
 and will come as soon as I either fail, or compass my business. 
 We now hear daily of elections ; and, in a list I saw yesterday 
 of about twenty, there are seven or eight more Tories than 
 in the last Parliament ; so that I believe they need not fear 
 a majority, with the help of those who will vote as the court 
 pleases. But I have been told, that Mr Harley himself 
 would not let the Tories be too numerous, for fear they 
 should be insolent, and kick against him ; and for that 
 
 ' Sir Godfrey Kneller, the painter. 
 
 2 Sir Henry Button Cope and General Stanhope were the Whig 
 candidates for Westminster. 
 
 ^ Formerly an official of the Viceregal Court at Dublin, and a friend 
 of Swift there. 
 
 •• Manilio was the second card and basto the third card at ombre.
 
 I7I0] JOURNAL TO STELLA 23 
 
 reason they have kept several Whigs in employments, who 
 expected to be turned out every day ; as Sir John Holland 
 the Comptroller, and many others. And so get you gone to 
 your cards, and your claret and orange, at the Dean's, and I 
 will go write. 
 
 7. I wonder when this letter will be finished : it must go 
 by Tuesday, that is certain ; and if I have one from MD 
 before, I will not answer it, that's as certain too ! 'Tis now 
 morning, and I did not finish my papers for Mr Harley last 
 night ; for you must understand Presto was sleepy, and made 
 blunders and blots. Very pretty that I must be writing to 
 young women in a morning fresh and fasting, faith. Well, 
 good morrow to you : and so I go to business, and lay aside 
 this paper till night, sirrahs. — At night. Jack How ^ told 
 Harley, that if there were a lower place in hell than another, 
 it was reserved for his porter, who tells lies so gravely, and 
 with so civil a manner. This porter I have had to deal with, 
 going this evening at four to visit Mr Harley, by his own 
 appointment. But the fellow told me no lie, though I 
 suspected every word he said. He told me his master was 
 just gone to dinner, with much company, and desired I 
 would come an hour hence, which I did, expecting to hear 
 Mr Harley was gone out ; but they had just done dinner. 
 Mr Harley came out to me, brought me in, and presented 
 me to his son-in-law, Lord Doblane," (or some such name,) 
 and his own son, and among others, Will Penn the Quaker : 
 we sat two hours, drinking as good wine as you do ; and two 
 hours more he and I alone ; where he heard me tell my 
 business : entered into it with all kindness ; asked for my 
 powers, and read them ; and read likewise a memorial I had 
 drawn up, and put it in his pocket to show the Queen ; told 
 me the measures he would take ; and, in short, said every 
 thing I could wish ; told me he must bring Mr St John 
 (Secretary of State) and me acquainted ; and spoke so many 
 things of personal kindness and esteem for me, that I am 
 inclined half to believe what some friends have told me, 
 that he would do every thing to bring me over. He has 
 
 ' Paymaster of the Forces in the new Government ; an extreme 
 Tory. 
 
 ^ George Henry Hay, Viscount Dupplin, eldest son of the Earl of 
 
 Kintoul.
 
 24 JOURNAL TO STEi^LA [Oct. 
 
 desired to dine with me, (what a comical mistake was that,) 
 I mean, he has desired me to dine with him on Tuesday ; 
 and after four hours being with him, set me down at St. 
 James's Coffeehouse, in a hackney coach. All this is odd 
 and comical if you consider him and me. He knew my 
 christian name very well. I could not forbear saying thus 
 much upon this matter, although you will think it tedious. 
 But I will tell you ; you must know, 'tis fatal ^ to me to be 
 a scoundrel and a prince the same day : for being to see 
 him at four, I could not engage myself to dine at any friend's ; 
 so I went to Tooke, to give him a ballad and dine with him ; 
 but he was not at home ; so I was forced to go to a blind 
 chophouse, and dine for tenpence upon gill ale, bad broth, 
 and three chops of mutton ; and then go reeking from thence 
 to the first minister of state. And now I am going in charity 
 to send Steele a Tatler, who is very low of late. I think I 
 am civiller than I used to be ; and have not used the ex- 
 pression of ^'■you in Ireland " and " we m England," as, I did 
 when I was here before, to your great indignation.— iThey 
 may talk of the yoti know what i^ but, gad, if it had 
 not been for that, I should never have been able to get the 
 access I have had ; and if that helps me to sue,ceed, then 
 that same thing will be serviceable to the church. : But how 
 far we must depend upon new friends, I have learnt by long 
 practice, though I think, among great ministers, they are 
 just as good as old ones. And so I think this important 
 day has made a great hole in this side of the paper ; and the 
 fiddle faddles of to-morrow and Monday will make up the 
 rest ; and, besides, I shall see Ilarley on Tuesday before 
 this letter goes. 
 
 8. I must tell you a great piece of refinement of Harley. 
 He charged me to come to him often ; I told him I was loth 
 to trouble him in so much business as he had, and desired I 
 might have leave to come at his levee \ which he immediately 
 refused, and said. That was not a place for friends to come 
 to. 'Tis now but morning, and I have got a foolish trick ; 
 I must say something to MD when I wake, and wish them a 
 good morrow ; for this is not a shaving day, Sunday, so I 
 have time enough : but get you gone, you rogues, I must go 
 
 ^ Fated, predestined. 
 
 " Probably the " Tale of a Tub," which Swift never formally owned.
 
 I710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 2$ 
 
 write : yes, 'twill vex me to the blood if any of these long 
 letters should miscarry : if they do I will shrink to half sheets 
 again ; but then what will you do to make up the journal ? 
 there will be ten days of Presto's life lost, and that will be a 
 sad thing, faith and troth. — At night. I was at a loss to-day 
 for a dinner, unless I would have gone a great way, so I 
 dined with some friends that board hereabout, as a spunger ; 
 and this evening Sir Andrew Fountaine would needs have 
 me go to the tavern, where, for two bottles of wine, Portugal 
 and Florence, among three of us, we had sixteen shillings to 
 pay; but if ever he catches me so again, I'll spend as 
 many pounds ; and therefore I have put it among my extra- 
 ordinaries ; but we had a neck of mutton dressed a la 
 Maintenon, that the dog could not eat ; and it is now twelve 
 o'clock, and I must go sleep. I hope this letter will go 
 before I have MD's third. Do you believe me? and yet, 
 faith, I long for MD's third too; and yet I would have it to 
 say, that I writ five for two. I am not fond at all of St. 
 James's Coffeehouse,^ as I used to be. I hope it will mend 
 in winter ; but now they are all out of town at elections, or 
 not come from their country houses. Yesterday I was going 
 with Dr Garth - to dine with Charles Main, near the Tower, 
 who has an employment there ; he is of Ireland : the Bishop 
 of Clogher knows him well ; an honest good-natured fellow, 
 a thorough hearty laugher, mightily beloved by the men of 
 wit ; his mistress is never above a cook-maid. And so good 
 night, &:c. 
 
 I dined to-day at Sir John Stanley's ; my Lady Stanley is 
 one of my favourites : I have as many here as the Bishop of 
 Killala has in Ireland. I am thinking what scurvy company 
 I shall be to MD when I come back : they know every thing 
 of me already : I will tell you no more, or I shall have no- 
 thing to say, no story to tell, nor any kind of thing. I was 
 very uneasy last night with ugly, nasty, filthy wine, that 
 turned sour on my stomach. I must go to the tavern ! O, 
 but I told you that before. To-morrow I dine at Harley's, 
 and will finish this letter at my return ; but I can write no 
 more now, because of the Archbishop : faith 'tis true ; for 
 I am going now to write to him an account of what I have 
 
 ^ Mainly a Whig house. 
 
 ' The physician and author of the "Dispensary."
 
 26 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 done in the business with Harley : ^ and, faith, young women, 
 I'll tell you what you must count upon, that I never will 
 write one word on the third side in these long letters. 
 
 lo. Poor MD's letter was lying so huddled up among papers 
 I could not find it : I mean poor Presto's letter. Well, I 
 dined with Mr Harley to-day, and hope some things will be 
 done ; but I must say no more : and this letter must be sent to 
 the post-house, and not by the bellman. I am to dine again 
 there on Sunday next ; I hope to some good issue. And so 
 now, as soon as ever I can in bed, I must begin my sixth to 
 MD, as gravely as if I had not written a word this month : 
 fine doings, faith. Methinks I don't write as I should, 
 because I am not in bed : see the ugly wide lines. God 
 Almighty ever bless you, &c. 
 
 Faith, this is a whole treatise ; I will go reckon the lines 
 on the other sides. I have reckoned them.'^ 
 
 LETTER VI. 
 
 London, Oct. lO, 1710. 
 
 So, as I told you just now in the letter I sent half an hour 
 ago, I dined with Mr Harley to-day, who presented me to 
 the Attorney-General, Sir Simon Harcourt, with much com- 
 pliment on all sides, etc. Harley told me he had shown my 
 memorial to the Queen, and seconded it very heartily ; and 
 he desires me to dine with him again on Sunday, when he 
 promises to settle it with her majesty, before she names a 
 governor ; and I protest I am in hopes it will be done, all 
 but the forms, by that time, for he loves the church : this is 
 a popular thing, and he would not have a governor share in 
 it ; and, besides, I am told by all hands, he has a mind to 
 gain me over. But in the letter I writ last post (yesterday) 
 to the Archbishop, I did not tell him a syllable of what Mr 
 Harley said to me last night, because he charged me to 
 keep it secret ; so I would not tell it to you, but that before 
 this goes, I hope the secret will be over. I am now writing 
 
 ^ See Swift's letter to Archbishop King, dated loth October, 17 10. 
 - " Seventy-three lines in iolio upon one page, and in a very small 
 hand." (Note in original edition.)
 
 1710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 2/ 
 
 my poetical Description of a Shower in London,* and will 
 send it to the Tatler, This is the last sheet of a whole 
 quire I have written since I came to town. Pray, now it 
 comes into my head, will you, when you go to Mrs Wall, 
 contrive to know whether Mrs Wesley be in town, and still 
 at her brother's, and how she is in health, and whether 
 she stays in town ? I writ to her from Chester, to know 
 what I should do with her note ; and I believe the poor 
 woman is afraid to write to me ; so I must go to my busi- 
 ness, &c. 
 
 II. To-day at last I dined with Lord Montrath, and 
 carried Lord Mountjoy and Sir Andrew Fountaine with rne; 
 and was looking over them at ombre till eleven this evening 
 like a fool : they played running ombre half crowns : and 
 Sir Andrew Fountaine won eight guineas of Mr Coote : ^ so I 
 am come home late, and will say but little to MD this 
 night. I have gotten half a bushel of coals, and Patrick, 
 the extravagant whelp, had a fire ready for me ; but I picked 
 off the coals before I went to bed. It is a sign London is 
 now an empty place, when it will not furnish me with 
 matter for above five or six lines in a day. Did you smoke 
 in my last how I told you the very day and the place you 
 were playing ombre ? But I interlined and altered a little, 
 after I had received a letter from Mr Manley, that said you 
 were at it in his house, while he was writing to me ; but 
 without his help I guessed within one day. Your town is 
 certainly much more sociable than ours. I have not seen 
 your mother yet, &c. 
 
 12. I dined to-day with Dr Garth and Mr. Addison, at the 
 Devil Tavern, by Temple Bar, and Garth treated ; and 'tis 
 well I dine every day, else I should be longer making out 
 my letters : for we are yet in a very dull state, only inquiring 
 every day after new elections, where the Tories carry it 
 among the new members six to one. Mr. Addison's election 
 has passed easy and undisputed ; and I believe if he had a 
 mind to be chosen king he would hardly be refused. An 
 odd accident has happened at Colchester : one Captain 
 Lavallin coming from Flanders or Spain, found his wife 
 
 1 " Tatler," No. 238, Oct. 17, 1710. 
 
 * Henry Coote, brother to Lord Montrath. Misprinted Cotte in 
 Scott's edition.
 
 28 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 with child by a clerk of Doctors' Commons, whose trade, 
 you know, it is to prevent fornications ; and this clerk was 
 the very same fellow that made the discovery of Dyet's 
 counterfeiting the stamp paper. Lavallin has been this 
 fortnight hunting after the clerk to kill him ; but the fellow 
 was constantly employed at the Treasury about the dis- 
 covery he made : the wife had made a shift to patch up the 
 business, alleging that the clerk had told her her husband 
 was dead, and other excuses ; but t' other day somebody 
 told Lavallin his wife had intrigues before he married her : 
 upon which he goes down in a rage, shoots his wife through 
 the head, then falls on his sword ; and, to make the matter 
 sure, at the same time discharges a pistol through his own 
 head, and died on the spot, his wife surviving him about two 
 hours ; but in what circumstances of mind and body is 
 terrible to imagine. I have finished my poem on the 
 Shower, all but the beginning, and am going on with my 
 Tatler. They have fixed about fifty things on me since I 
 came : I have printed but three. One advantage I get by 
 writing to you daily, or rather you get, is, that I remember 
 not to write the same things twice ; and yet I fear I have 
 done it often already : but I'll mind and confine myself 
 to the accidents of the day ; and so get you gone to ombre, 
 and be good girls, and save your money, and be rich against 
 Presto comes, and write to me now and then : I am think- 
 ing it would be a pretty thing to hear sometimes from saucy 
 MD ; but do not hurt your eyes, Stella, I charge you. 
 
 13. O Lord, here is but a trifle of my letter written yet ; 
 what shall Presto do for prittle prattle to entertain MD? 
 The talk now grows fresher of the Duke of Ormond for 
 Ireland, though Mr Addison says he hears it will be in com- 
 mission, and Lord Galway ^ one. These letters of mine are 
 a sort of journal, where matters open by degrees ; and, as I 
 tell true or false, you will find by the event whether my in- 
 telligence be good ; but I don't care twopence whether it 
 be or no. — At night. To-day I was all about St. Paul's, and 
 up at the top, like a fool, with Sir Andrew Fountaine and 
 two more ; and spent seven shillings for my dinner like a 
 puppy : this is the second time he has served me so ; but I 
 
 * A general, who lost the battle of Almanza, 1707.
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 29 
 
 will never do it again, though all mankind should persuade 
 me ; unconsidering puppies ! There's a young fellow here 
 in town we are all fond of, and about a year or two come 
 from the university, one Harrison,' a little pretty fellow, with 
 a great deal of wit, good sense, and good nature ; has 
 written some mighty pretty things ; that in your 6th " Mis- 
 cellanea," about the Sprig of an Orange, is his : he has 
 nothing to live on but being governor to one of the Duke of 
 Queensberry's sons for forty pounds a-year. The fine fellows 
 are always inviting him to the tavern, and make him pay his 
 club. Henley ^ is a great crony of his : they are often at 
 the tavern at six or seven shillings reckoning, and always 
 make the poor lad pay his full share. A colonel and a lord 
 were at him and me the same way to-night : I absolutely 
 refused, and made Harrison lag behind, and persuaded him 
 not to go to them. I tell you this, because I find all rich 
 fellows have that humour of using all people without any 
 consideration of their fortunes ; but I will see them rot 
 before they shall serve me so. Lord Halifax is always 
 teazing me to go down to his country house, which will cost 
 me a guinea to his servants, and twelve shillings coach-hire ; 
 and he shall be hanged first. Is not this a plaguy silly 
 story ? But I am vexed at the heart ; for I love the young 
 fellow, and am resolved to stir up people to do something 
 for him : he is a Whig, and I'll put him upon some of 
 my cast Whigs ; for I have done with them, and they have, 
 I hope, done with this kingdom for our time. They were 
 sure of the four members for London above all places, and 
 they have lost three in the four.^ Sir Richard Onslow, we 
 hear, has lost for Surrey : and they are overthrown in most 
 places. Lookee, gentlewomen, if I write long letters I must 
 write you news and stuff, unless I send you my verses ; and 
 some I dare not ; and those on the Shower in London I 
 have sent to the Tatler, and you may see them in Ire- 
 land. I fancy you will smoke me in the Tatler I am 
 
 ^ William Harrison was a young Oxford man whose fortune Swift 
 determined to make. He attempted to continue the "Tatler." 
 
 ^ Anthony Henley, son of Sir Robert Henley, was a man of fortune 
 and fashion, who wrote a little in the "Tatler," and to whom Garth 
 dedicated the " Dispensary." 
 
 ^ Scott points out the Whigs lost all four places.
 
 30 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 going to write ; for I believe I have told you the hint. I 
 had a letter sent me to-night from Sir Matthew Dudley, and 
 found it on my table when I came in. Because it is extra- 
 ordinary I will transcribe it from beginning to end. It is as 
 follows — [" Is the devil in you ? Oct. 13, 1 710."] I would 
 have answered every particular passage in it, only I wanted 
 time. Here's enough for to-night, such as it is, &c. 
 
 14. Is that tobacco at the top of the paper, ^ or what? I 
 do not remember I slobbered. Lord, I dreamed of Stella, 
 &c. so confusedly last night, and that we saw Dean Bolton * 
 and Sterne go into a shop ; and she bid me call them to 
 her, and they proved to be two parsons I knew not ; and I 
 walked without till she was shifting, and such stuff, mixed 
 with much melancholy and uneasiness, and things not as 
 they should be, and I know not how ; and it is now an ugly 
 gloomy morning. — At night. Mr Addison and I dined with 
 Ned Southwell, and walked in the Park ; and at the coffee- 
 house I found a letter from the Bishop of Clogher, and a 
 packet from MD. I opened the Bishop's letter ; but put up 
 MD's, and visited a lady just come to town, and am now 
 got into bed, and going to open your little letter : and God 
 send I may find MD well, and happy, and merry, and that 
 they love Presto as they do fires. O, I will not open it yet ! 
 yes I will ! no I will not ; I am going ; I can't stay till I 
 turn over :^ what shall I do ? my fingers itch : and I now 
 have it in my left hand ; and now I will open it this very 
 moment. — I have just got it, and am cracking the seal, and 
 cannot imagine what is in it ; I fear only some letter from a 
 Bishop, and it comes too late : I shall employ no body's 
 credit but my own. Well, I see though — Pshaw, 'tis from 
 Sir Andrew Fountaine : what, another ! I fancy that's from 
 Mrs Barton ; she told me she would write to me ; but she 
 writes a better hand than this : I wish you would inquire ; 
 it must be at Dawson's * office at the Castle. I fear this is 
 from Patty Rolt, by the scrawl. Well, I will read MD's 
 
 1 " The upper part of the letter was a little besmeared with some such 
 stuff; the mark is still on it." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 2 Dean of Derry. He had been Swift's predecessor in the parish of 
 Laracor, as well as fellow chaplain with him to the Earl of Berkeley. 
 
 ^ " That is to the next page, for he is now within three lines of the 
 bottom of the page." (Note in original edition.) 
 * Secretary to the Lords Justices of Ireland.
 
 I710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 3 1 
 
 letter. Ah, no ; it is from poor Lady Berkeley, to invite 
 me to Berkeley Castle this winter ; and now it grieves my 
 heart : she says she hopes my lord is in a fair way of 
 recovery : poor lady. Well, now I go to MD's letter : faith 
 it is all right ; I hoped it was wrong. Your letter, N. 3, that 
 I have now received, is dated Sept. 26, and Manley's letter, 
 that I had five days ago, was dated Oct. 3, that's a fort- 
 night's difference : I doubt it has lain in Steele's office, and 
 he forgot. Well, there's an end of that : he is turned out 
 of his place ; and you must desire those who send me 
 packets, to enclose them in a paper, directed to Mr 
 Addison, at St James's Coffeehouse : not common letters, 
 but packets : the Bishop of Clogher may mention it to the 
 Archbishop when he sees him. As for your letter, it makes 
 me mad : sliddikins, I have been the best boy in Christendom, 
 and you come with your two eggs a-penny. — Well ; but stay, 
 I'll look over my book ; adad, I think there was a chasm 
 between my N. 2 and N. 3.^ Faith, I won't promise to 
 write to you every week ; but I'll write every night, and 
 when it is full I will send it ; that will be once in ten days, 
 and that will be often enough : and if you begin to take up 
 the way of writing to Presto, only because it is Tuesday, a 
 Monday bedad, it will grow a task ; but write when you 
 have a mind. — No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, — Agad, agad, 
 agad, agad, agad, agad ; no, poor Stellakins. Slids, I would 
 the horse were in your — chamber. Have I not ordered 
 Parvisol to obey your directions about him ? and han't I 
 said in my former letters, that you may pickle him, and boil 
 him if you will ? What do you trouble me about your 
 horses for ? Have I any thing to do with them ! — Revolu- 
 tions a hindrance to me in my business ; revolutions — to 
 me in my business ? if it were not for the revolutions I 
 could do nothing at all ; and now I have all hopes possible, 
 though one is certain of nothing ; but to-morrow I am to 
 have an answer, and am promised an effectual one. I 
 suppose I have said enough in this and a former letter how 
 I stand with new people ; ten times better than ever I did 
 with the old ; forty times more caressed. I am to dine to- 
 morrow at Mr Harley's; and if he continues as he has 
 
 ^ Swift's letters to Esther Johnson were all numbered.
 
 32 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct 
 
 begun, no man has been ever better treated by another. 
 What you say about Stella's mother, I have spoken enough 
 to it already. I believe she is not in town ; for I have not 
 yet seen her. My lampoon is cried up to the skies ; but 
 nobody suspects me for it, except Sir Andrew Fountaine : at 
 least they say nothing of it to me. Did not I tell you of a 
 great man who received me very coldly ? that's he ; but say 
 nothing ; 'twas only a little revenge : I'll remember to bring 
 it over. The Bishop of Cloger has smoked my " Tatler," 
 about shortening of words, &c. But, God so ! &c. 
 
 15. I will write plainer, if I can remember it; for Stella 
 must not spoil her eyes, and Dingley can't read my hand 
 very well ; and I am afraid my letters are too long : then 
 you must suppose one to be two, and read them at twice. 
 I dined to-day with Mr Harley: Mr Prior dined with us. 
 He has left my memorial with the Queen, who has con- 
 sented to give the First-Fruits and Twentieth parts,^ and 
 will, we hope, declare it to-morrow in the cabinet. But I 
 beg you to tell it to no person alive ; for so I am ordered, 
 till in public ; and I hope to get something of greater value. 
 After dinner came in Lord Peterborow : we renewed our 
 acquaintance, and he grew mightily fond of me. They began 
 to talk of a paper of verses called Sid Hamet. Mr Harley 
 repeated part, and then pulled them out, and gave them to 
 a gentleman at the table to read, though they had all read 
 them often : Lord Peterborow would let nobody read them 
 but himself : so he did ; and Mr Harley bobbed me at every 
 line to take notice of the beauties. Prior rallied Lord Peter- 
 borow for author of them ; and Lord Peterborow said, he 
 knew them to be his ; and Prior then turned it upon me, 
 and I on him. I am not guessed at all in town to be the 
 author ; yet so it is : but that is a secret only to you. Ten 
 to one whether you see them in Ireland ; yet here they run 
 prodigiously. Harley presented me to Lord President of 
 Scotland,^ and Mr Benson," Lord of the Treasury. Prior 
 
 ' "The twentieth parts are \2.d. in the £\ paid annually out of all 
 ecclesiastical benefices as they were valued at the Reformation. They 
 amount to about ^500 per annum ; but of little or no value to the Queen 
 after the offices and other charges are paid, though of much trouble and 
 vexation to the clergy " (Swift's "Memorial to Mr. Harley "). 
 
 ^ Hew Dalrymple, Lord President of the Court of Session. 
 
 ' Robert Benson was made a Commissioner of the Treasury in August,
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 33 
 
 and I came away at nine, and sat at the Smyrna ^ till eleven, 
 receiving acquaintance. 
 
 16. This morning early I went in a chair, and Patrick 
 before it, to Mr Harley, to give him another copy of my 
 memorial, as he desired ; but he was full of business, going 
 to the Queen, and I could not see him ; but he desired I 
 would send up the paper, and excused himself upon his 
 hurry. I was a little baulked, but they tell me it is nothing. 
 I shall judge by my next visit. I tipt his porter with a half- 
 crown ; and so I am well there for a time at least ; I dined 
 at Stratford's in the city, and had burgundy and tokay : 
 came back a-foot like a scoundrel; then went with Mr Addison, 
 and supped with Lord Mountjoy, which made me sick all 
 night. I forgot that I bought six pounds of chocolate for 
 Stella, and a little wooden box ; and I have a great piece of 
 Brazil tobacco for Dingley, and a bottle of palsy water for 
 Stella ; all which, with the two handkerchiefs that Mr Sterne ^ 
 has bought, and you must pay him for, will be put in the 
 box directed to Mrs Curry's, and set [? sent] by Dr Hawkshaw, 
 whom I have not seen : but Sterne has undertaken it. The 
 chocolate is a present, madam, for Stella. Don't read this, 
 you little rogue, with your little eyes ; but give it to Dingley, 
 pray now ; and I will write as plain as the skies : and let 
 Dingley write Stella's part, and Stella dictate to her, when 
 she apprehends her eyes, &c. 
 
 17. This letter should have gone this post, if I had not 
 been taken up with business, and two nights being late out, 
 so it must stay till Thursday. I dined to-day with your Mr 
 Sterne, by invitation, and drank Irish wine ; ^ but, before we 
 parted, there came in that prince of puppies. Colonel Edg- 
 worth ; ■* so I went away. This day came out the Tatler, 
 made up wholly of my Shower, and a preface to it. They 
 say 'tis the best thing I ever writ, and I think so too. I 
 suppose the Bishop of Clogher will show it you. Pray tell 
 
 1710, and Chancellor of the Exchequer in June, 171 1, when Harley 
 became a peer and Lord Treasurer. 
 
 ' A coffee house in Pall Alall. 
 
 ^ Enoch Sterne, collector of Wicklow and clerk to the Irish House of 
 Lords. 
 
 ^ Claret. Good wine was cheap in Ireland. 
 
 * Colonel Ambrose Edgworth, a great dandy of the day. 
 U. ]/
 
 34 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct 
 
 me how you like it. Tooke is going on with my Miscellany.^ 
 I'd give a penny the letter to the Bishop of Killaloe ^ was 
 in it : 'twould do him honour. Could not you contrive to 
 say you hear they are printing my things together ; and that 
 you wish the bookseller had that letter among the rest ? but 
 don't say anything of it as from me. I forgot whether 
 it was good or no ; but only having heard it much com- 
 mended, perhaps it may deserve it. Well, I have to-morrow 
 to finish this letter in, and then I'll send it next day. I 
 am so vexed that you should write your third to me, when 
 you had but my second, and I had written five, which now I 
 hope you have all : and so I tell you, you are saucy, little, 
 pretty, dear rogues, &c. 
 
 1 8. To-day I dined, by invitation, with Stratford and 
 others, at a young merchant's in the city, with hermitage 
 and tokay, and staid till nine, and am now come home. 
 And^that-^dog Patrick is abroad, and drinking, and I can't 
 g'eTmy nightgown. I have a mind to turn that puppy away : 
 he has been drunk ten times in three weeks. But I han't 
 time to say more ; so good night, &c. 
 
 19. I am come home from dining in the city with Mr 
 Addison, at a merchant's : and just now, at the coffeehouse, 
 we have notice that the Duke of Ormond was this day 
 declared Lord-Lieutenant at Hampton Court, in Council. 
 I have not seen Mr Harley since ; but hope the affair is 
 done about First-Fruits. I will see him, if possible, to- 
 morrow morning : but this goes to-night. I have sent 
 a box to Mr Sterne, to send to you by some friend ; I 
 have directed it for Mr Curry, at his house ; so you have 
 warning when it comes, as I hope it will soon. The hand- 
 kerchiefs will be put in some friend's pocket, not to pay 
 custom. And so here ends my sixth, sent when I had but 
 three of MD's : now I am beforehand, and will keep so; 
 and God Almighty hJess dearest MD, &c. 
 
 ^ The volume of " Miscellanies in Prose and Verse" was published 
 by Morphew, not by Tooke, in 171 1. See below, p. 129. 
 * This letter is lost.
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 35 
 
 LETTER VII. 
 
 London, Oct. 19, 17 10. 
 
 O faith, I am undone ! this paper is larger than the 
 other, and yet I am condemned to a sheet ; but since it is 
 MD, I did not value though I were condemned to a pair. 
 I told you in a letter to-day where I had been, and how the 
 day past ; and so, &c. 
 
 20. To-day I went to Mr Lewis, at the Secretary's ofifice, 
 to know when I might see Mr Harley ; and by and by 
 comes up Mr Harley himself, and appoints me to dine with 
 him to-morrow. I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh, and went 
 to wait on the two Lady Butlers ; but the porter answered, 
 they were not at home ; the meaning was, the youngest. Lady 
 Mary, is to be married to-morrow to Lord Ashburham, the 
 best match now in England, twelve thousand pounds a-year, 
 and abundance of money. Tell me how my Shower is liked 
 in Ireland : I never knew any thing pass better here. I 
 spent the evening with Wortley Montague and Mr Addison, 
 over a bottle of Irish wine. Do they know any thing in 
 Ireland of my greatness among the Tories? Every body 
 reproaches me of it here ; but I value them not. Have you 
 heard of the verses about the Rod of Sid Hamet? Say 
 nothing of them for your life. Hardly anybody suspects me 
 for them, only they think nobody but Prior or I could write 
 them. But I doubt they have not reached you. There is 
 likewise a ballad, full of puns, on the Westminster election,' 
 that cost me half an hour : it runs, though it be good for 
 nothing. But this is likewise a secret to all but MD. If 
 you have them not, I will bring them over. 
 
 21. I got MD's fourth to-day at the coffeehouse. God 
 Almighty bless poor Stella, and her eyes and head : What 
 shall we do to cure them, poor dear life ? Your disorders 
 are a pull back for your good qualities. Would to Heaven 
 I were this minute shaving your poor dear head, either here 
 or there. Pray do not write, nor read this letter, nor any 
 thing else, and I will write plainer for Dingley to read, from 
 henceforward, though my pen is apt to ramble when I think 
 
 ' The verses are lost.
 
 36 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct 
 
 who I am writing to. I will not answer your letter until I 
 tell you that I dined this day with Mr Harley, who presented 
 me to the Earl of Stirling, a Scotch lord ; and in the evening 
 came in Lord Peterborow. I staid till nine before Mr 
 Harley would let me go, or tell me any thing of my affair. 
 He says, the Queen has now granted the First-Fruits and 
 Twentieth-parts ; but he will not yet give me leave to write 
 to the Archbishop, because the Queen designs to signify it to 
 the Bishops in Ireland in form, and to take notice, that it 
 was done upon a memorial from me, which Mr Harley tells 
 me he does to make it look more respectful to me, &c. 
 And I am to see him on Tuesday. I know not whether I 
 told you, that, in my memorial which was given to the 
 Queen, I begged for two thousand pounds a-year more, 
 though it was not in my commission ; but that Mr Harley 
 says cannot yet be done, and that he and I must talk of it 
 farther : however, I have started it, and it may follow in 
 time. Pray say nothing of the First-Fruits being granted, 
 unless I give leave at the bottom of this. I believe never 
 any thing was compassed so soon, and purely done by my 
 personal credit with Mr Harley, who is so excessively 
 obliging, that I know not what to make of it, unless to show 
 the rascals of the other party that they used a man un- 
 worthily, who had deserved better. The memorial given to 
 the Queen from me speaks with great plainness of Lord 
 Wharton. I believe this business is as important to you 
 as the Convocation disputes from Tisdall.^ I hope in a 
 month or two all the forms of settling this matter will be 
 over, and then I shall have nothing to do here. I will only 
 add one foolish thing more, because it is just come into my 
 head. When this thing is made known, tell me impartially 
 whether they give any of the merit to me or no ; for I am 
 sure I have so much, that I will never take it upon me. — 
 Insolent sluts ! because I say Dublin, Ireland,^ therefore you 
 
 ^ " These words, notwithstanding their great obscurity at present, were 
 very clear and intelligible to Mrs. Johnson ; they referred to conversa- 
 tions which passed between her and Dr. Tisdall seven or eight years 
 before ; when the Doctor, who was not only a learned and faithful 
 divine but a zealous Church Tory, frequently entertained her with Con- 
 vocation disputes. This gentleman in the years 1703 and 1704 paid hi» 
 addresses to Mrs. Johnson." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 - Swift's letters are so addressed (see, e.g., p. 3 above).
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 37 
 
 must say London, England : that is Stella's malice. — Well, 
 for that I will not answer your letter till to-morrow day ; and 
 so, and so, I will go write something else, and it won't be 
 much ; for 'tis late. 
 
 •2 2.1 was this morning with Mr. Lewis, the Under-Secretary 
 to Lord Dartmouth, two hours talking politics, and contriving 
 to keep Steele in his office of stamped paper : he has lost his 
 place of Gazetteer, three hundred pounds a-year, for writing a 
 Tatler, some months ago, against Mr. Harley, who gave it 
 him at first, and raised the salary from sixty to three hundred 
 pounds. This was devilish ungrateful ; and Lewis was telling 
 me the particulars : but I had a hint given me, that I might 
 save him in the other employment ; and leave was given me 
 to clear matters with Steele. Well, I dined with Sir Matthew 
 Dudley, and in the evening went to sit with Mr. Addison, 
 and offer the matter at distance to him, as the discreeter 
 person ; but found party had so possessed him, that he 
 talked as if he suspected me, and would not fall in with any 
 thing I said. So I stopped short in my overture, and 
 we parted very dryly ; and I shall say nothing to Steele, and let 
 them do as they will ; but if things stand as they are, he will 
 certainly lose it, unless I save him ; and therefore I will not 
 speak to him, that I may not report to his disadvantage. Is 
 not this vexatious ? and is there so much in the proverb of 
 proffered service ? When shall I grow wise ? I endeavour 
 to act in the most exact points of honour and conscience, 
 and my nearest friends will not understand it so. What 
 must a man expect from his enemies ? This would vex me, 
 but it shall not ; and so I bid you good night, &c. 
 
 23. I know 'tis neither wit nor diversion to tell you every 
 day where I dine, neither do I write it to fill my letter ; but 
 I fancy I shall, some time or other, have the curiosity 
 of seeing some particulars how I passed my life when I was 
 absent from MD this time ; and so I tell you now that 
 I dined to-day at Molesworth's, the Florence envoy, then 
 went to the coffeehouse, where I behaved myself coldly 
 enough to Mr Addison, and so came home to scribble. We 
 dine together to-morrow and next day by invitation ; but I 
 shall alter my behaviour to him, till he begs my pardon, or 
 else we shall grow bare acquaintance. I am weary of friends, 
 and friendships are all monsters, but MD's. 

 
 38 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 24. I forgot to tell you, that last night I went to Mr. 
 Harley's hoping — faith, I am blundering, for it was this very 
 night at six ; and I hoped he would have told me all things 
 were done and granted ; but he was abroad, and came home 
 ill, and was gone to bed, much out of order, unless the 
 porter lied. I dined to-day at Sir Matthew Dudley's with 
 Mr Addison, &c. 
 
 25. I was to-day to see the Duke of Ormond ; and coming 
 out, met Lord Berkeley of Stratton, who told me, that Mrs. 
 Temple, the widow, died last Saturday, which, I suppose, is 
 much to the outward grief and inward joy of the family. I 
 dined to-day with Mr Addison, and Steele, and a sister of Mr 
 Addison, who is married to one Mons. Sartre, a Frenchman, 
 prebendary of Westminster, who has a delicious house 
 and garden; yet I thought it was a sort of a monastic 
 life in those cloisters, and I liked Laracor better. Addison's 
 sister is a sort of a wit, very like him. I am not fond of her, &c. 
 
 26. I was to-day to see Mr Congreve, who is almost blind 
 with cataracts growing on his eyes ; and his case is, that he 
 must wait two or three years, until the cataracts are riper, and 
 till he is quite bhnd, and then he must have them couched ; 
 and besides he is never rid of the gout, yet he looks young 
 and fresh, and is as cheerful as ever. He is younger by 
 three years or more than I, and I am twenty years younger 
 than he. He gave me a pain in the great toe, by mention- 
 ing the gout. I find such suspicions frequently, but they go 
 off again. I had a second letter from Mr Morgan; for 
 which I thank you : I wish you were whipped for forgetting 
 to send him that answer I desired you in one of my former, 
 that I could do nothing for him of what he desired, having 
 no credit at all, &c. Go, be far enough, you negligent bag- 
 gages. I have had also a letter from Parvisol, with an 
 account how my livings are set, and that they are fallen, 
 since last year, sixty pounds. A comfortable piece of news ! 
 He tells me plainly that he finds you have no mind to part 
 with the horse, because you sent for him at the same time 
 you sent him my letter ; so that I know not what must be 
 done. It is a sad thing that Stella must have her own horse, 
 whether Parvisol will or not ! So now to answer your letter 
 that I had three or four days ago. I am not now in bed, but 
 am come home by eight ; and it being warm, I write up, I
 
 I7I0] JOURNAL TO STELLA 39 
 
 never writ to the Bishop of Killala, which, I suppose, was the 
 reason he had not my letter. I have not time, that is the 
 short of it. — As fond as the Dean ^ is of my letter, he has not 
 written to me. I would only know whether Dean Bolton 
 paid him the twenty pounds ; and for the rest he may 
 
 kiss . And that you may ask him, because I am in 
 
 pain about it, that Dean Bolton is such a whipster. 'Tis the 
 most obliging thing in the world in Dean Sterne to be so 
 kind to you. I believe he knows it will please me, and 
 makes up, that way, his other usage. No, we have had none 
 of your snow, but a little one morning ; Yet I think it was 
 great snow for an hour or so, but no longer. I had heard of 
 Will Crowe's ^ death before, but not the foolish circumstance 
 that hastened his end. No, I have taken care that Captain 
 Pratt shall not suffer by Lord Anglesea's death. I will try 
 some contrivance to get a copy of my picture from Jervas. 
 I'll make Sir Andrew Fountaine buy one as for himself, and 
 I'll pay him again and take it, that is, provided I have 
 money to spare when I leave this. — Poor John ! is he gone ? 
 and Madame Parvisol has been in town ? Humm. Why, 
 Tighe ^ and I, when he comes, shall not take any notice of 
 each other ; I would not do it much in this town, though we 
 had not fallen out. — I was to-day at Mr. Sterne's lodging ; 
 he was not within, and Mr Leigh is not come to town, but I 
 will do Dingley's errand when I see him. What do I know 
 whether china be dear or no ? I once took a fancy of resolv- 
 ing to go mad for it, but now it is off : I suppose I told you 
 so in some former letter. And so you only want some salad 
 dishes, and plates, and, &c. Yes, yes, you shall. I suppose 
 you have named as much as will cost five pounds. — Now to 
 Stella's little postscript ; and I am almost crazed that you vex 
 yourself for not writing. Can't you dictate to Dingley, and 
 not strain your little dear eyes ? 1 am sure 'tis the grief of 
 my soul to think you are out of order. Pray be quiet, and if 
 you will write, shut your eyes, and write just a line, and no 
 
 ^ Dean Sterne of St. Patrick's. 
 
 * William Crowe is mentioned as being a sufferer from the injustice 
 of the Earl of Wharton in Swift's " Short Character of the Eari of 
 Wharton." He had been Recorder of Blessington, county Wicklow. 
 Cf. Swift's " Poetical Works" (Aldine), iii. i. 
 
 ^ A Privy Councillor and member of the Irish Parliament, a violent 
 Whig, and an enemy of Swift.
 
 40 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 more, thus, How do you do, Mrs. Stella ? That was written 
 with my eyes shut. Faith, I think it is better than when they 
 are open : and then Dingley may stand by, and tell you 
 when you go too high or too low. — My letters of business, 
 with packets, if there be any more occasion for such, must be 
 enclosed to Mr Addison, at St. James's Coffeehouse : but I 
 hope to hear, as soon as I see Mr Harley, that the main diffi- 
 culties are over, and that the rest will be but form. — Take 
 
 two or three nutgalls, take two or three galls, stop your 
 
 receipt in your I have no need on't. Here is a clutter ! 
 
 Well, so much for your letter, which I will now put up in my 
 letter-partition in my cabinet, as I always do every letter as 
 soon as I answer it. Method is good in all things. Order 
 governs the world. The Devil is the author of confusion. 
 A general of an army, a minister of state ; to descend lower, 
 a gardener, a weaver, &c. That may make a fine observation, 
 if you think it worth finishing ; but I have not time. Is not 
 this a terrible long piece for one evening ? I dined to-day 
 with Patty Rolt at my cousin Leach's, with a pox, in the city : 
 he is a printer, and prints the Postman, oh oh, and is my 
 cousin, God knows how, and he married Mrs Baby Aires of 
 Leicester ; and my cousin Thompson was with us : and my 
 cousin Leach offers to bring me acquainted with the author 
 of the Postman, and says, he does not doubt but the gentle- 
 man will be glad of my acquaintance, and that he is a very 
 ingenious man, and a great scholar, and has been beyond sea. 
 But I was modest, and said, may be the gentleman was shy, 
 and not fond of new acquaintance ; and so put it off : and I 
 wish you could hear me repeating all I have said of this in its 
 proper tone, just as I am writing it. It is all with the same 
 cadence with oh hoo, or as when little girls say, I have got 
 an apple, miss, and I won't give you some. It is plaguy 
 twelvepenny weather this last week, and has cost me ten 
 shillings in coach and chair hire. If the fellow that has your 
 money will pay it, let me beg you to buy Bank Stock with 
 it, which is fallen near thirty per cent., and pays eight pounds 
 per cent., and you have the principal when you please : it 
 will certainly soon rise. I would to God Lady Giffard would 
 put in the four hundred pounds she owes you/ and take the 
 
 ' Pait of a legacy left by Sir W. Temple to Esther Johnson.
 
 I/IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 4I 
 
 five per cent, common interest, and give you the remainder. 
 I will speak to your mother about it when I see her. I am 
 resolved to buy three hundred pounds of it for myself, and 
 take up what I have in Ireland ; I have a contrivance for it, 
 that I hope will do, by making a friend of mine buy it as for 
 himself, and I will pay him when I get in my money. I hope 
 Stratford will do me that kindness. I'll ask him to-morrow 
 or next day. 
 
 27. Mr Rowe the poet desired me to dine with him to- 
 day. I went to his office, (he is Under-Secretary in Mr 
 Addison's place that he had in England,) and there was Mr 
 Prior ; and they both fell commending my Shower beyond 
 any thing that has been written of the kind : there never was 
 such a Shower since Danae's, &c. You must tell me how it 
 is liked among you. I dined with Rowe ; Prior could not 
 come : and after dinner we went to a blind tavern, where 
 Congreve, Sir Richard Temple,^ Eastcourt,^ and Charles 
 Main,' were over a bowl of bad punch. The knight sent for 
 six flasks of his own wine for me, and we staid till twelve. But 
 now my head continues pretty well, I have left off my drink- 
 ing, and only take a spoonful mixed'with water, for fear of 
 the gout, or some ugly distemper ; and now, because it is   
 late, I will, &c. 
 
 28. Garth and Addison and I dined to-day at a hedge 
 tavern; then I went to Mr Harley, but he was denied, or 
 not at home ; so I fear I shall not hear my business is done 
 before this goes. Then I visited Lord Pembroke,* who is 
 just come to town, and we were very merry talking of old 
 things, and I hit him with one pun. Then I went to the ladies 
 Butler, and the son of a whore of a porter denied them ; so 
 I sent them a threatening message by another lady, for not 
 excepting me always to the porter. I was weary of the coffee- 
 
 ^ Afterwards created Lord Cobham ; a great friend of Pope. 
 
 ^ Richard Eastcourt (Estcourt) was an actor, and one of the founders 
 of the Beef-steak Club. At the beginning of 17 11 he opened "The 
 Bumper " Tavern in St. James's Street, Westminster. (See " Spectator," 
 No. 264, 358,468.) 
 
 ' A friend of Gay, who calls him 
 
 " Wondering Maine, so fat with laughing eyes." 
 
 * Lord Lieutenant of Ireland in 1707. He was as fond of puns as 
 Swift himself.
 
 42 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct 
 
 house, and Ford desired me to sit with him at next door, 
 which I did, Hke a fool, chattering till twelve, and now am 
 got into bed. I am afraid the new ministry is at a terrible 
 loss about money : the Whigs talk so it would give one the 
 spleen : and I am afraid of meeting Mr Harley out of humour. 
 They think he will never carry through this undertaking. 
 God knows what will come of it. I should be terribly vexed 
 to see things come round again ; it will ruin the church and 
 clergy for ever; but I hope for better. I will send this 
 on Tuesday, whether I hear any farther news of my affair 
 or not. 
 
 29. Mr Addison and I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy ; 
 which is all the adventures of this day. — I chatted a while 
 to-night in the coffeehouse, this being a full night ; and now 
 am come home to write some business. 
 
 30. I dined to-day at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and sent a 
 letter to poor Mrs Long, who writes to us, but is God knows 
 where, and will not tell any body the place of her residence. 
 I came home early, and must go write. 
 
 31. The month ends with a fine day; and I have been 
 walking, and visiting Lewis, and concerting where to see Mr 
 Harley. 1 have no news to send you. Aire, they say, is 
 taken, though the Whitehall letters this morning say quite 
 the contrary : 'tis good |if it be true. I dined with Mr 
 Addison and Dick Stuart, Lord Mount joy's brother ; a treat 
 of Addison's. They were half fuddled, but not I; for I 
 mixed water with my wine, and left them together between 
 nine and ten ; and I must send this by the bellman, which 
 vexes me, but I will put it off no longer. Pray God it does 
 not miscarry. I seldom do so ; but I can put off little MD 
 no longer. Pray give the under note to Mrs. Brent. 
 
 I'm a pretty gentleman ; and you lose all your money at 
 cards, sirrah Stella. I found you out ; I did so. 
 
 I am staying before I can fold up this letter, till that 
 ugly D is dry in the last line but one. Do not you see it ? 
 O Lord, I am loth to leave you, faith — but it must be so, till 
 next time. Pox take that D ; I will blot it to dry it.
 
 I/IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 43 
 
 LETTER VIIL 
 
 London, October 31, 1710. 
 
 So, now I have sent my seventh to your fourth, young 
 women ; and now I will tell you what I would not in my 
 last, that this morning, sitting in my bed, I had a fit of giddi- 
 ness : the room turned round for about a minute, and then 
 it went off, leaving me sickish, but not very : and so I passed 
 the day as I told you ; but I would not end a letter with 
 telling you this, because it might vex you : and I hope in 
 God I shall have no more of it. I saw Dr. Cockburn to-day, 
 and he promises to send me the pills that did me good last 
 year, and likewise has promised me an oil for my ear, that 
 he has been making for that ailment for somebody else. 
 
 Nov. I. I wish MD a merry new year.^ You know this 
 is the first day of it with us. I had no giddiness to-day, but 
 I drank brandy, and have bought a pint for two shillings. I 
 sat up the night before my giddiness pretty late, and writ 
 very much; so I will impute it to that. ButJ[_nej^-eiL-.eat 
 fruit, nor drink ale, but drink better wine than you do, as I 
 did to-day with Mr Addison at Lord Mountjoy's : "then weltt 
 at five to see Mr Harley, who could not see me for much 
 company ; but sent me his excuse, and desired I would dine 
 with him on Friday ; and then I expect some answer to this 
 business, which must either be soon done, or begun again ; 
 and then the Duke of Ormond and his people will interfere 
 for their honour and do nothing. I came home at six, and 
 spent my time in my chamber, without going to the coffee- 
 house, which I grow weary of; and I studied at leisure, writ 
 not above forty lines, some inventions of my own, and some 
 hints, and read not at all, and this because I would take care 
 of Presto, for fear little MD should be angry. 
 
 2. I took my four pills last night, and they lay an hour in 
 my throat, and so they will do to-night. I suppose I could 
 swallow four affronts as easily. I dined with Dr Cockburn 
 to-day, and came home at seven ; but Mr Ford has been 
 with me till just now, and 'tis near eleven. I have had no 
 
 ' The financial year began for Swift, Esther Johnson, and Mrs. 
 Dingley, on Nov. ist.
 
 44 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 giddiness to-day. Mr Dopping ^ I have seen, and he tells 
 me coldly, my Shower is liked well enough ; there is your 
 Irish judgment. I writ this post to the Bishop of Clogher. 
 'Tis now just a fortnight since I heard from you. I must 
 have you write once a fortnight, and then I'll allow for 
 wind and weather. How goes ombre ? does Mrs Walls win 
 constantly, as she used to do ; and Mrs Stoyte ? ^ I have not 
 thought of her this long time ; how does she ? I find we have 
 a cargo of Irish coming for London : I am sorry for it ; but I 
 never go near them. And Tighe is landed ; but Mrs 
 Wesley, they say, is going home to her husband, like a fool. 
 Well, little monkies mine, I must go write; and so good 
 night. 
 
 3. I ought to read these letters I write, after I have done ; 
 for looking over thus much I found two or three literal 
 mistakes, which should not be when the hand is so bad. 
 But I hope it does not puzzle little Dingley to read, for I 
 think I mend : but methinks when I write plain, I don't 
 know how, but we are not alone, all the world can see us. 
 A bad scrawl is so snug, it looks like a PMD.^ We have 
 scurvy Tatlers of late ; so pray do not suspect me. I have 
 one or two hints I design to send him, and never any more ; 
 he does not deserve it. He is governed by his wife most 
 
 abominably, as bad as . I never saw her since I came ; 
 
 nor has he ever made me an invitation ; either he dares not, 
 or is such a thoughtless Tisdall fellow, that he never minds 
 it. So what care I for his wit ? for he is the worst company 
 in the world, till he has a bottle of wine in his head. I 
 cannot write straighter in bed, so you must be content. — At 
 night in bed. Stay, let me see where is this letter to MD 
 among these papers ? oh ! here. Well, I will go on now ; 
 but I am very busy, (smoke the new pen.) I dined with 
 Mr Harley to-day, and am invited there again on Sunday. 
 I have now leave to write to the Primate and Archbishop of 
 Dublin, that the Queen has granted the First Fruits ; but they 
 
 ' Samuel Dopping was an Irish friend of Stella's, also of Addison. 
 
 * Wife of Alderman Stoyte, who was afterwards Lord Mayor of 
 Dublin. 
 
 ^ "This cypher stands for Presto, Stella and Dingley ; as much as to 
 say, it looks like us three retired from the rest of the world." (Note in 
 original edition. )
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 45 
 
 are to take no notice of it, till a letter is sent them by the 
 Queen's order from Lord Dartmouth, Secretary of State, to 
 signify it. The Bishops are to be made a corporation to 
 dispose of the revenue, &c. and I shall write to the Arch- 
 bishop of Dublin to morrow, (I have had no giddiness to-day.) 
 I know not whether they will have any occasion for me 
 longer to be here ; nor can I judge till I see what letter the 
 Queen sends to the Bishops, and what they will do upon it. 
 If dispatch be used, it may be done in six weeks ; but I 
 cannot judge. They sent me to-day a new commission, 
 signed by the Primate and Archbishop of Dublin, and promise 
 me letters to the two Archbishops here ; but mine a — for it 
 all. The thing is done, and has been so these ten days ; 
 though I had only leave to tell it to-day. I had this day 
 likewise a letter from the Bishop of Clogher, who complains 
 of my not writing ; and what vexes me, says he knows you 
 have long letters from me every week. Why do you tell him 
 so ? 'Tis not right, faith : but I won't be angry with MD 
 at a distance. I writ to him last post, before I had his, and 
 will write again soon, since I see he expects it, and that Lord 
 and Lady Mountjoy put him off upon me to give themselves 
 ease. Lastly, I had this day a letter from a certain naughty 
 rogue called MD, and it was N. 5, which I shall not answer 
 to-night, I thank you. No, faith, I have other fish to fry; 
 but to-morrow or next day will be time enough. I have put 
 MD's commissions in a memorandum paper. I think I have 
 done all before, and remember nothing but this to-day about 
 glasses, and spectacles, and spectacle cases. I have no com- 
 mission from Stella, but the chocolate and handkerchiefs; 
 and those are bought, and I expect they will be soon sent. 
 I have been with, and sent to, Mr. Sterne, two or three times 
 to know, but he was not within. Odds my life, what am I 
 doing ? I must go write, and do business. 
 
 4. I dined to-day at Kensington, with Addison, Steele, &c., 
 came home, and writ a short letter to the Archbishop of 
 Dublm, to let him know the Queen has granted the thing, &c. 
 I writ in the coffeehouse, for I staid at Kensington till nine, 
 and am plaguy weary ; for Colonel Proud ' was very ill 
 company, and I will never be of a party with him again : 
 
 ^ Forster thinks this a mistake for Colonel Frowd or Frowde. See 
 note on p. 9 above.
 
 46 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 and I drank punch, and that and ill company has made 
 me hot. 
 
 5. I was with Mr Harley from dinner to seven this night, 
 and went to the coffeehouse, where Dr D'Avenant ^ would 
 fain have had me gone and drink a bottle of wine at his 
 house hard by, with Dr Chamberlain ; but the puppy used so 
 many words, that I was afraid of his company • and, though 
 we promised to come at eight, I sent a messenger to him, 
 that Chamberlain was going to a patient, and therefore we 
 would put it off till another time : so he, and the comptroller, 
 and I, were prevailed on, by Sir Matthew Dudley, to go to his 
 house, where I staid till twelve, and left them. D'Avenant 
 has been teasing me to look over some of his writings that 
 he is going to publish ; but the rogue is so fond of his own 
 productions, that I hear he will not part with a syllable ; and 
 he has lately put out a foolish pamphlet, called, The Third 
 Part of Tom Double ; to make his court to the Tories, whom 
 he had left. 
 
 6. I was to-day gambling ^ in the city to see Patty Rolt, who 
 is going to Kingston, where she lodges ; but, to say the truth, 
 I had a mind for a walk to exercise myself, and happened to 
 be disengaged ; for dinners are ten times more plentiful with 
 me here than ever, or than in Dublin. I won't answer 
 your letter yet, because I am busy. I hope to send this be- 
 fore I have another from MD : 'twould be a sad thing to 
 answer two letters together, as MD does from Presto. But 
 when the two sides are full, away the letter shall go, that's 
 certain, like it or not like it ; and that will be about three days 
 hence, for the answering night will be a long one. 
 
 7. I dined to-day at Sir Richard Temple's, with Congreve, 
 Vanbrugh, Lieutenant-General Farrington, &c. Vanbrugh, 
 I believe I told you, had a long quarrel with me about those 
 verses on his house ; ^ but we were very civil and cold. 
 Lady Marlborough used to tease him with them, which had 
 
 ^ Charles Davenant, son of Sir W. Davenant, the dramatist. He 
 was Inspector-General of Imports and Exports, and wrote pamphlets on 
 political learning, &c. He had been a Tory, and had turned Whig. 
 
 ^ Rambling. 
 
 ^ Vanbrugh, the dramatist, had turned architect, and had built him- 
 self a house at Whitehall, which moved the laughter of the wits. His 
 buildings were ponderously ugly. See Swift's "Poetical Works" 
 (Aldine), i. 74-80.
 
 I7IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 47 
 
 made him angry, though he be a good-natured fellow. It 
 was a thanksgiving day, and I was at court, where the Queen 
 passed by us with all Tories about her ; not one Whig : 
 Buckingham, Rochester, Leeds, Shrewsbury, Berkeley of 
 Stratton, Lord Keeper Harcourt, INIr. Harley, Lord Pem- 
 broke, &c. and I have seen her without one Tory. The 
 Queen made me a curtsy, and said, in a sort of familiar way 
 to Presto, How does MD ? I considered she was a Queen, 
 and so excused her. I do not miss the Whigs at court ; but 
 have as many acquaintances there as formerly. 
 
 8. Here's ado and a clutter ! I must now answer MD's 
 fifth ; but first you must know I dined at the Portugal 
 envoy's to-day, with Addison, Vanbrugh, Admiral Wager, 
 Sir Richard Temple, Methuen, &c. I was weary of their 
 company, and stole away at five, and came home like a good 
 boy, and studied till ten, and had a fire ; O ho ! and now am 
 in bed. I have no fire-place in my bed-chamber ; but 'tis 
 very warm weather when one's in bed. Your fine cap. 
 Madam Dingley, is too little, and too not : I'll have that 
 fur taken off ; I wish it were far enough ; and my old velvet 
 cap is good for nothing. Is it velvet under the fur ? I was 
 feeling, but cannot find : if it be, 'twill do without it, else 1 
 will face it ; but then I must buy new velvet : but may be I 
 may beg a piece. What shall I do ? well, now to rogue MD's 
 letter. God be thanked for Stella's eyes mending ; and God 
 send it holds ; but faith you write too much at a time ; 
 better write less, or write it at ten times. Yes, faith, a long 
 letter in a morning from a dear friend is a dear thing. I 
 smoke a compliment, little mischievous girls, I do so. But 
 who are those wiggs that think I am turned Tory ? Do you 
 mean Whigs ? Which wiggs, and wat do you mean ? I know 
 nothing of Raymond, and only had one letter from him a 
 little after I came here. (Pray remember Morgan.) Raymond 
 is indeed like to have much influence over me in London, 
 and to share much of my conversation. I shall no doubt 
 introduce him to Harley, and Lord Keeper, and the Secre- 
 tary of State. The Tatler upon Ithuriel's ^ spear is not mine, 
 madam. What a puzzle there is between you and your 
 judgment ? In general you may be sometimes sure of things 
 
 ' No. 237, probably by Addisoa.
 
 48 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov, 
 
 as that about style, because it is what I have frequently 
 spoken of; but guessing is mine a — ; and I defy mankind 
 if I please. Why, I writ a pamphlet when I was last in 
 London, that you and a thousand have seen, and never 
 guessed it to be mine. Could you have guessed the Shower 
 in Town to be mine? How chance you did not see that 
 before your last letter went ? But I suppose you in Ireland 
 did not think it worth mentioning. Nor am I suspected for 
 the lampoon : only Harley said he smoked me, (have I told 
 you so before ?) and some others knew it. 'Tis called the 
 Rod of Sid Hamet. And I have written several other things 
 that I hear commended, and nobody suspects me for them ; 
 nor you shall not know till I see you again. What do you 
 mean " That boards near me, that I dine with now and 
 then ? " I know no such person : I do not dine with boarders. 
 What the pox ! You know whom I have dined with every 
 day since I left you, better than I do. What do you mean, 
 sirrah ? Slids, my ailment has been over these two months 
 almost. Impudence, if you vex me, I will give ten shillings 
 a-week for my lodging; for I am almost st — k out of this 
 with the sink, and it helps me to verses in my Shower. Well, 
 Madam Dingley, what say you to the world to come ? What 
 ballad ? Why go look, it was not good for much : have 
 patience till I come back ; patience is a gay thing as, &c. I 
 hear nothing of Lord Mountjoy's coming for Ireland. When 
 is Stella's birthday ? in March ? Lord bless me, my turn at 
 Christ Church ; ' it is so natural to hear you write about 
 that, I believe you have done it a hundred times; it is as 
 fresh in my mind, the verger coming to you ; and why to 
 you ? would he have you preach for me ? O, pox on your 
 spelling of Latin. Jonsonibus atque, that's the way. How 
 did the Dean get that name by the end ? 'Twas you betrayed 
 me : not I, faith ; I'll not break his head. Your mother 
 is still in the country, I suppose, for she promised to see me 
 when she came to town. I writ to her four days ago, to 
 desire her to break it to Lady Giffard, to put some money 
 for you in the Bank, which was then fallen thirty per cent. 
 Would to God mine had been here, I should have gained 
 one hundred pounds, and got as good interest as in Ireland, 
 
 ' This incident of Swift's preaching at Christ Church Cathedral, 
 Dublin, has escaped the notice of his biographers.
 
 I710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 49 
 
 and much securer. I would fain have borrowed three hun- 
 dred pounds; but money is so scarce here, there is no 
 borrowing by this fall of stocks. 'Tis rising now, and I knew 
 it would : it fell from one hundred and twenty-nine to ninety- 
 six. I have not heard since from your mother. Do you 
 think I would be so unkind not to see her, that you desire 
 me in a style so melancholy ? Mrs Raymond you say is with 
 child : I am sorry for it, and so is, I believe, her husband. 
 Mr Harley speaks all the kind things to me in the world ; 
 and I believe, would serve me, if I were to stay here ; but I 
 reckon in time the Duke of Ormond may give me some 
 addition to Laracor. Why should the Whigs think I came 
 to England to leave them ? Sure my journey was no secret? 
 I protest sincerely, I did all I could to hinder it, as the Dean 
 can tell you, although now I do not repent it. But who the 
 devil cares what they think ? Am I under obUgations in the 
 least to any of them all ? Rot 'em, for ungrateful dogs ; I 
 will make them repent their usage before I leave this place. 
 They say here the same thing of my leaving the Whigs ; 
 but they own they cannot blame me, considering the treat- 
 ment I have had. I will take care of your spectacles, as I 
 told you before, and of the Bishop of Killala's ; but I will 
 not write to him, I han't time. What do you mean by 
 my fourth, Madam Dinglibus ? Does not Stella say you 
 have had my fifth, Goody Blunder? you frighted me till I 
 looked back. Well, this is enough for one night. Pray give 
 my humble service to Mrs Stoyte and her sister, Kate is it or 
 Sarah? I have forgot her name, faith. I think I will even 
 (and to Mrs Walls and the archdeacon) send this to-morrow : 
 no, faith, that will be in ten days from the last. I will keep 
 it till Saturday, though I write no more. But what if a letter 
 from MD should come in the mean time ? why then I would 
 only say, madam, I have received your sixth letter; your 
 most humble servant to command. Presto ; and so conclude. 
 Well, now I will write and think a little, and so to bed, and 
 dream of MD. 
 
 9. I have my mouth full of water, and was going to spit it 
 out, because I reasoned with myself, how could I write when 
 my mouth was full. Han't you done things like that, 
 reasoned wrong at first thinking ? Well, I was to see Mr I^ewis 
 this morning, and am to dine a few days hence, as he tells 
 
 II. E
 
 50 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 me, with Mr Secretary St John ; and I must contrive to see 
 Harley soon again, to hasten this business from the Queen. 
 I dine to-day at Lord Montrath's,'^ with Lord Mountjoy, &c. 
 but the wine was not good, so I came away, staid at the 
 coffeehouse till seven, then came home to my fire, the 
 maidenhead of my second half bushel, and am now in bed 
 at eleven, as usual. 'Tis mighty warm; yet I fear I shall 
 catch cold this wet weather, if I sit an evening in my room 
 after coming from warm places : and I must make much of 
 myself, because MD is not here to take care of Presto ; and 
 I am full of business, writing, &c. and don't care for the 
 coffeehouse ; and so this serves for all together, not to tell it 
 you over and over, as silly people do ; but Presto is a wiser 
 man, faith, than so, let me tell you, gentlewomen. See I am 
 got to the third side ; but, faith, I will not do that often : but 
 I must say something early to-day, till the letter is done, and 
 on Saturday it shall go ; so I must save something till to 
 morrow, till to-morrow and next day. 
 
 ID. O Lord, I would this letter was with you with all my 
 heart : if it should miscarry, what a deal would be lost ? I 
 forgot to leave a gap in the last line but one for the seal, like 
 a puppy ; but I should have allowed for night, good night : 
 but when I am taking leave, I cannot leave a bit, faith ; but 
 I fancy the seal will not come there. I dined to-day at Lady 
 Lucy's, where they ran down my Shower; and said Sid 
 Hamet was the silliest poem they ever read, and told Prior 
 so, whom they thought to be the author of it. Don't you 
 wonder I never dined there before ? But I am too busy, and 
 they live too far off; and besides, I do not like women so 
 much as I did. [MD you must know, are not women.] I 
 supped to-night at Addison's with Garth, Steele, and Mr 
 Dopping ; and am come home late. Lewis has sent to me 
 to desire I will dine with some company I shall like. I 
 suppose it is Mr. Secretary St. John's appointment. I had a 
 letter just now from Raymond, who is at Bristol, and says he 
 will be at London in a fortnight, and leave his wife behind 
 him ; and desires any lodging in the house where I am : but 
 that must not be. I shan't know what to do with him in 
 town : to be sure I will not present him to any acquaintance 
 
 * Charles Coote, fourth Earl, died 17 15.
 
 17 1 0] JOURNAL TO STELLA 51 
 
 of mine, and he will live a delicate life, a parson and a 
 perfect stranger. Paaast twelvwe o'clock, and so good 
 night, &c. O ! but I forgot. Jemmy Leigh is come to town ; 
 says he has brought Dingley's things, and will send them by 
 the first convenience. My parcel, I hear, is not sent yet. 
 He thinks of going for Ireland in a month, &c. I cannot 
 write to-morrow, because — what, because of the Archbishop ; 
 because I will seal my letter early ; because I am engaged 
 from noon till night ; because of many kind of things ; and 
 yet I will write one or two words to-morrow morning, to 
 keep up my journal constant, and at night I will begin the 
 ninth. 
 
 II. Morning, by candle-light. You must know that I am 
 in my night-gown every morning betwixt six and seven, and 
 Patrick is forced to ply me fifty times before I can get on my 
 night-gown; and so now I will take my leave of my own 
 dear MD, for this letter, and begin my next when I come 
 home at night. God Almighty bless and protect dearest 
 MD. Farewell, &c. 
 
 This letter's as long as a sermon, faith. 
 
 LETTER IX. 
 
 London, Nov. ii, 1710. 
 
 I dined to-day, by invitation, with the Secretary of State 
 Mr St John. Mr Harley came into us before dinner, and 
 made me his excuses for not dining with us, because he was 
 to receive people who came to propose advancing money to 
 the government : there dined with us only Mr Lewis, and 
 Dr Freind,^ that writ Lord Peterborow's actions in Spain. 
 I staid with them till just now, between ten and eleven, and 
 was forced again to give my eighth to the bellman, which I 
 did with my own hands, rather than keep it till next post. 
 The Secretary used me with all the kindness in the world. 
 Prior came in after dinner ; and upon an occasion, he (the 
 Secretary) said, the best thing he ever read is not yours, but 
 Dr Swift's on Vanbrugh; which I do not reckon so very 
 
 ^ A physician who accompanied Lord Peterborough in Spain. He 
 was an author and politician as well as a physician. He held a court 
 appointment under George I.
 
 52 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 good neither. But Prior was damped until I stuffed him 
 with two or three compUments. I am thinking what a 
 veneration we used to have for Sir WiUiam Temple, because 
 he might have been Secretary of State at fifty ; and here is a 
 young fellow, hardly thirty, in that employment. His father 
 is a man of pleasure, that walks the Mall, and frequents St 
 James's Coffeehouse, and the chocolate-houses, and the 
 young son is principal Secretary of State. Is there not some- 
 thing very odd in that ? He told me, among other things, 
 that Mr Harley complained he could keep nothing from me, 
 I had the way so much of getting into him. I knew that was 
 a refinement ; and so I told him, and it was so : indeed it is 
 hard to see these great men use me like one who was their 
 betters, and the puppies with you in Ireland hardly regarding 
 me : but there are some reasons for all this, which I will tell 
 you when we meet. At coming home I saw a letter from 
 your mother, in answer to one I sent her two days ago. It 
 seems she is in town ; but cannot come out in the morning, 
 just as you said, and God knows when I shall be at leisure 
 in an afternoon : for if I should send her a penny-post letter, 
 and afterward not be able to meet her, it would vex me; 
 and, besides, the days are short, and why she cannot come 
 early in a morning before she is wanted, I cannot imagine. 
 I will desire her to let Lady Giffard know that she hears I am 
 in town, and that she would go to see me to inquire after 
 you. I wonder she will confine herself so much to that old 
 beast's humour. You know I cannot in honour see Lady 
 Giffard, and consequently not go into her house. This I 
 think is enough for the first time. 
 
 1 2. And how could you write with such thin paper ? (I 
 forgot to say this in my former.) Cannot you get thicker ? 
 Why, that's a common caution that writing-masters give 
 their scholars; you must have heard it a hundred times. 
 'Tis this, 
 
 If pa]^er be thin. 
 
 Ink will slip in ; 
 
 But if it be thick, 
 
 You may write with a stick. 
 
 I had a letter to-day from poor Mrs Long, giving me an 
 account of her present life, obscure in a remote country 
 town, and how easy she is under it. Poor creature ! 'tis
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 53 
 
 just such an alteration in life, as if Presto should be banished 
 from MD, and condemned to converse with Mrs Raymond, 
 I dined to-day with Ford, Sir Richard Levinge,^ &c. at a 
 place where they board hard by. I was lazy, and not very 
 well, sitting so long with company yesterday. I have been 
 very busy writing this evening at home, and had a fire : I 
 am spending my second half bushel of coals ; and now am 
 in bed, and 'tis late. 
 
 13. I dined to-day in the city, and then went to christen 
 Will Frankland's child ; and Lady Falconbridge ^ was one of 
 the godmothers : this is a daughter of Oliver Cromwell, and 
 extremely like him by his pictures that I have seen. I staid 
 till almost eleven, and am now come home and gone to bed. 
 My business in the city was to thank Stratford for a kind- 
 ness he has done me, which now I will tell you. I found 
 bank stock was fallen thirty-four in the hundred, and was 
 mighty desirous to buy it ; but I was a little too late for the 
 cheapest time, being hindered by business here ; for I was 
 so wise to guess to a day when it would fall. My project 
 was this : I had three hundred pounds in Ireland ; and so I 
 writ Mr Stratford in the city, to desire he would buy me 
 three hundred pounds in bank stock, and that he should 
 keep the papers, and that I would be bound to pay him for 
 them ; and if it should rise or fall I would take my chance, 
 and pay him interest in the mean time. I showed my letter 
 to one or two people, who understand those things ; and 
 they said, money was so hard to be got here that no man 
 would do it for me. However, Stratford, who is the most 
 generous man alive, has done it : but it cost one hundred 
 pounds and a half, that is ten shillings, so that three hundred 
 pounds cost me three hundred pounds and thirty shillings. 
 This was done about a week ago, and I can have five pounds 
 for my bargain already. Before it fell it was one hundred 
 and thirty pounds, and we are sure it will be the same again. 
 I told you I writ to your mother to desire that Lady Giffard 
 would do the same with what she owes you ; but she tells 
 your mother she has no money. I would to God all you 
 
 ^ Speaker of the Irish House of Commons, and Lord Chief Justice of 
 the Queen's Bench in Ireland. He was a Tory. 
 
 ^ Lady Falconberg (not Falconbridge) was Mary Cromwell, the Pro- 
 tector's youngest daughter. She died in 17 12.
 
 54 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 had in the world was there. Whenever you lend money, 
 take this rule, to have two people bound, who have both 
 visible fortunes ; for they will hardly die together ; and when 
 one dies, you fall upon the other, and make him add another 
 security : and if Rathburn (now I have his name) pays you 
 in your money let me know, and I will direct Parvisol ac- 
 cordingly : however, he shall wait on you and know. So, 
 ladies, enough of business for one night. Paaaaast twelvvve 
 o'clock. I must only add, that, after a long fit of rainy 
 weather, it has been fair two or three days, and is this day 
 grown cold and frosty ; so that you must give poor little 
 Presto leave to have a fire in his chamber morning and 
 evening too, and he will do as much for you. 
 
 14. What, has your Chancellor^ lost his senses, like Will 
 Crowe? I forgot to tell Dingley, that I was yesterday at 
 Ludgate bespeaking the spectacles at the great shop there, 
 and shall have them in a day or two. This has been an 
 insipid day. I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh, and came 
 gravely home, after just visiting the coffee house. Sir 
 Richard Cox," they say, is sure of going over Lord Chan- 
 cellor, who is as errant a puppy as ever eat bread : but the 
 Duke of Ormond has a natural affection to puppies, which is 
 a thousand pities, being none himself. I have been amusing 
 myself at home till now, and in bed bid you good night. 
 
 15. I have been visiting this morning, but nobody was at 
 home. Secretary St John, Sir Thomas Hanmer,' Sir Chan- 
 cellor Coxcomb, &c. I attended the Duke of Ormond with 
 about fifty other Irish gentlemen at Skinner's Hall, where the 
 Londonderry Society laid out three hundred pounds to treat 
 us and his grace with a dinner. Three great tables with the 
 desert laid in mighty figure. Sir Richard Levinge and I 
 got discreetly to the head of the second table, to avoid the 
 crowd at the first : but it was so cold, and so confounded a 
 noise with the trumpets and hautboys, that I grew weary, and 
 stole away before the second course came on ; so I can give 
 
 ^ Richard Freeman, Irish Lord Chancellor since 1707. 
 
 * Sir Richard Cox had been Irish Chancellor from 1703 to 1707. 
 He died before resuming his office. 
 
 ^ A Tory, who was for a time associated with Swift in the production 
 of political pamphlets. He separated himself from the Tory ministry in 
 171 3, and was elected Speaker without opposition in 1714 in succession 
 to Bromley, mentioned below.
 
 I/IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 55 
 
 you no account of it, which is a thousand pities. I called at 
 Ludgate for Dingley's glasses, and shall have them in a day 
 or two; and I doubt it will cost me thirty shillings for a 
 microscope, but not without Stella's permission ; for I re- 
 member she is a virtuoso. Shall I buy it or no ? 'Tis not 
 the great bulky ones, nor the common little ones, to impale 
 a louse (saving your presence) upon a needle's point ; but of 
 a more exact sort, and clearer to the sight, with all its equip- 
 age in a little trunk that you may carry in your pocket. Tell 
 me, sirrah, shall I buy it or not for you ? I came home 
 straight, &c. 
 
 1 6. I dined to-day in the city with Mr Manley, who 
 invited Mr Addison and me, and some other friends, to his 
 lodging, and entertained us very handsomely. I returned 
 with Mr Addison, and loitered till nine in the coffeehouse, 
 where I am hardly known by going so seldom. I am here 
 soliciting for Trounce ; you know him : he was gunner in the 
 former yacht, and would fain be so in the present one : if 
 you remember him, a good lusty fresh-coloured fellow. 
 Shall I stay till I get another letter from MD before I 
 close up this ? Mr Addison and I meet a little seldomer 
 than formely, although we are still at bottom as good friends 
 as ever ; but differ a little about party. 
 
 17. To-day I went to Lewis at the Secretary's office, where 
 I saw and spoke to Mr Harley, who promised, in a few days, 
 to finish the rest of my business. I reproached him for 
 putting me op the necessity of reminding him of it, and 
 rallied him, &c. which he took very well. I dined to-day 
 with one Mr. Gore, elder brother to a young merchant of my 
 acquaintance, and Stratford, and my other friend merchants 
 dined with us, where I staid late, drinking claret and bur- 
 gundy, and am just got to bed, and will say no more, but 
 that it now begins to be time to have a letter from my own 
 little MD ; for the last I had above a fortnight ago, and the 
 date was old too. 
 
 18. To-day I dined with Lewis and Prior at an eating- 
 house, but with Lewis's wine. Lewis went away, and Prior 
 and I sat on, where we complimented one another for an 
 hour or two upon our mutual wit and poetry. Coming 
 home at seven, a gentleman unknown stopped me in the 
 Pall Mall, and asked my advice; said he had been to see
 
 56 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 the Queen, (who was just come to town,) and the people in 
 waiting would not let him see her ; that he had two hundred 
 thousand men ready to serve her in the war ; that he knew 
 the Queen perfectly well, and had an apartment at court, 
 and if she heard he was there, she would send for him im- 
 mediately ; that she owed him two hundred thousand pounds, 
 &c. and he desired my opinion whether he should go try 
 again whether he could see her; or because, perhaps, 
 she was weary after her journey, whether he had not better 
 stay till to-morrow. I had a mind to get rid of my com- 
 panion, and begged him of all love to wait on her im- 
 mediately ; for that, to my knowledge, the Queen would 
 admit him ; that this was an affair of great importance, and 
 required despatch : and I instructed him to let me know the 
 success of his business, and come to the Smyrna Coffee- 
 house, where I would wait for him till midnight ; and so 
 ended this adventure. I would have fain given the man 
 half a crown ; but was afraid to offer it him, lest he should 
 be offended ; for, besides his money, he said he had a 
 thousand pounds a-year. I came home not early, and so, 
 madams both, good night, etc. 
 
 19. I dined to-day with poor Lord Mountjoy, who is ill of 
 the gout ; and this evening I christened our coffeeman 
 Elliot's child ; ^ where the rogue had a most noble supper, 
 and Steele and I sat among some scurvy company over a 
 bowl of punch, so that I am come home late, young women, 
 and can't stay to write to little rogues. 
 
 20. I loitered at home, and dined with Sir Andrew Foun- 
 taine at his lodging, and then came home : a silly day. 
 
 21. I was visiting all this morning, and then went to the 
 Secretary's office, and found Mr. Harley, with whom I dined ; 
 and Secretary St. John, &c. and Harley promised in a few 
 days to finish what remained of my business. Prior was of 
 the company, and we all dine at the secretary's to-morrow. 
 I saw Stella's mother this morning : she came early, and we 
 talked an hour. I wish you would propose to Lady Giffard 
 to take the three hundred pounds out of her hands, and give 
 her common interest for life, and security that you will pay 
 her : the Bishop of Clogher, or any friend, would be security 
 
 ' Elliot was keeper of the St. James's Coffee House.
 
 1710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 57 
 
 for you, if you gave them counter security ; and it may be 
 argued, that it will pass better to be in your hands than her's, 
 in case of mortality, &c. Your mother says, if you write 
 she'll second it ; and you may write to your mother, and then 
 it will come from her. She tells me Lady Giffard has a mind 
 to see me, by her discourse ; but I told her what to say with 
 a vengeance. She told Lady Giffard she was going to see 
 me : she looks extremely well. I am writing in my bed like 
 a tiger, and so good night, &c. 
 
 22. I dined with Secretary St. John; and Lord Dart- 
 mouth, who is 'tother Secretary, dined with us, and Lord 
 Orrery and Prior, &c. Harley called, but could not dine 
 with us, and would have had me away while I was at 
 dinner; but I did not like the company he was to have. 
 We staid till eight, and I called at the coffee-house, and 
 looked where the letters lie ; but no letter directed for Mr 
 Presto : at last I saw a letter to Mr Addison, and it looked 
 like a rogue's hand, so I made the fellow give it me, and 
 opened it before him, and saw three letters all for myself : 
 so, truly, I put them in my pocket, and came home to my 
 lodging. Well, and so you shall hear : well, and so I found 
 one of them in Dingley's hand, and 'tother in Stella's, and 
 the third in Domville's.^ Well, so you shall hear : so, 
 said I to myself, What now, two letters from MD together ? 
 But I thought there was something in the wind ; so I 
 opened one, and I opened 'tother; and so you shall hear, 
 one was from Walls. Well, but 'tother was from our own 
 dear MD ; yes it was. O faith, have you received my 
 seventh, young women, already? then I must send this to- 
 morrow, else there will be old doings at our house, faith. — 
 Well, I won't answer your letter in this : no faith, catch 
 me at that, and I never saw the like. Well, but as to Walls, 
 tell him, (with service to him and wife, &c.) that I have no 
 imagination of Mr Pratt's losing his place : and while Pratt 
 continues, Clements is in no danger ; and I have already 
 engaged Lord Hyde^ he speaks of, for Pratt and twenty 
 others ; but if such a thing should happen, I will do what I 
 can. I have above ten businesses of other people's now on 
 
 ' An Irish country gentleman. 
 
 ^ Eldest son of the Earl of Rochester. He was joint Vice-Treasurer 
 for Ireland.
 
 58 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov, 
 
 my hands, and, I believe, shall miscarry in half. It is your 
 sixth I now have received. I writ last post to the Bishop 
 of Clogher again. Shall I send this to-morrow? Well, I 
 will, to oblige MD. Which would you rather, a short letter 
 every week, or a long one every fortnight ? A long one ; 
 well, it shall be done, and so good night. Well, but is this 
 a long one ? No, I warrant you : too long for naughty 
 girls. 
 
 23. I only ask, have you got both the ten pounds, or only 
 the first ; I hope you mean both. Pray be good housewives, 
 and I beg you to walk when you can for health. Have you 
 the horse in town ? and do you ever ride him ? how often ? 
 Confess. Ahhh, sirrah, have I caught you ? Can you con- 
 trive to let Mrs Fenton ' know, that the request she has 
 made me in her letter, I will use what credit I have to bring 
 about, although I hear it is very difficult, and I doubt I shall 
 not succeed. Cox is not to be your Chancellor : all joined 
 against him. I have been supping with Lord Peterborow, at 
 his house, with Prior, Lewis, and Dr. Freind. 'Tis the 
 ramblingest lying rogue on earth. Dr Raymond is come to 
 town : 'tis late, and so I bid you good night. 
 
 24. I tell you pretty management : Ned Southwell told 
 me the other day, he had a letter from the bishops of Ireland, 
 with an address to the Duke of Ormond, to intercede with 
 the Queen, to take off the First-Fruits. I dined with him 
 to-day, and saw it, with another letter to him from the 
 Bishop of Kildare, to call upon me for the papers, &c. and I 
 had last post one from the Archbishop of Dublin, telling me 
 the reason of this proceeding ; that upon hearing the Duke 
 of Ormond was declared Lord-Lieutenant, they met, and the 
 Bishops were for this project, and talked coldly of my being 
 solicitor, as one that was favoured by 'tother party, &c. 
 but desired that I would still solicit. Now the wisdom of 
 this is admirable ; for I had given the Archbishop an account 
 of my reception from Mr Harley, and how he had spoken to 
 the Queen, and promised it should be done ; but Mr Harley 
 ordered me to tell no person alive. Some time after, he 
 gave me leave to let the Primate and Archbishop know that 
 
 ^ Swift's sister, Jane, who married a currier in Bride Street. Owing 
 to the bankruptcy of Fenton she became wholly or largely dependent 
 on her brother.
 
 1710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 5^ 
 
 the Queen had remitted the First-Fruits, and that in a short 
 time they should have an account of it in form from Lord 
 Dartmouth, Secretary of State. So while the letter was on 
 the road to the Duke of Ormond and Southwell, mine was 
 going to them with an account of the thing being done. I 
 writ a very warm answer to the Archbishop immediately, 
 and showed my resentments, as I ought, against the Bishops, 
 only in good manners excepting himself. I wonder what 
 they will say when they hear the thing is done. I was 
 yesterday forced to tell Southwell so, that the Queen had 
 done it, &c. for he said, my Lord Duke would think of 
 it some months hence when he was going for Ireland ; and 
 he had it three years in doing formerly, without any success. 
 I give you free leave to say, on occasion, that it is done, 
 and that Mr. Harley prevailed on the Queen to do it, &c. as 
 you please. As I hope to live, I despise the credit of it, out 
 of an excess of pride, and desire you will not give me the 
 least merit when you talk of it ; but I would vex the bishops, 
 and have it spread that Mr Harley had done it : pray do so. 
 Your mother sent me last night a parcel of wax candles, and 
 a bandbox full of small plumcakes. I thought it had been 
 something for you ; and without opening them, sent answer 
 by the maid that brought them, that I would take care to send 
 the things, &c. but I will write her thanks. Is this a long 
 letter, sirrahs ? Now, are you satisfied ? I have had no 
 fit since the first : I drink brandy every morning, and take 
 pills every night. Never fear, I an't vexed at this puppy 
 business of the bishops, although I was a little at first. I 
 will tell you my reward : Mr Harley will think he has done 
 me a favour ; the Duke of Ormond, perhaps, that I have put 
 a neglect on him ; and the bishops in Ireland that I have 
 done nothing at all. So goes the world. But I have got 
 above all this, and, perhaps, I have better reason for it than 
 they know : and so you shall hear no more of First-Fruits, 
 dukes, Harleys, archbishops, and Southwells. 
 
 I have slipped off Raymond upon some of his countrymen 
 to show him the town, &c. and I lend him Patrick. He 
 desires to sit with me in the evenings ; upon which I have 
 given Patrick positive orders that I am not within at evenings.
 
 6o JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 LETTER X. 
 
 London, Nov. 25, 1710. 
 
 I will tell you something that's plaguy silly ; I had forgot 
 to say on the 23rd in my last, where I dined ; and because I 
 had done it constantly, I thought it was a great omission, 
 and was going to interline it ; but at last the silliness of it 
 made me cry pshah, and I let it alone. I was to-day to see 
 the parliament meet, but only saw a great crowd ; and Ford 
 and I went to see the tombs at Westminster, and sauntered 
 so long I was forced to go to an eating-house for my 
 dinner. Bromley ' is chosen Speaker, netnine contradicente : 
 Do you understand those two words ? and Pompey, Colonel 
 Hill's black, designs to stand speaker for the footmen.^ 
 I am engaged to use my interest for him, and have 
 spoken to Patrick to get him some votes. We are now 
 all impatient for the Queen's speech, what she will say 
 about removing the ministry, &c. I have got a cold, and 
 I do'nt know how ; but got it I have, and am hoarse : 
 I don't know whether it will grow better or worse. What's 
 that to you ? I won't answer your letter to-night. I'll 
 keep you a little longer in suspense : I can't send it. Your 
 mother's cakes are very good, and one of them serves me for 
 breakfast, and so I'll go sleep like a good boy. 
 
 26. I have got a cruel cold, and staid within all this day 
 in my nightgown, and dined on sixpenny worth of victuals, 
 and read and writ, and was denied to every body. Dr. Ray- 
 mond called often, and I was denied ; and at last, when I 
 was weary, I let him come up, and asked him, without con- 
 sequence, How Patrick denied me, and whether he had the 
 art of it ? So by this means he shall be used to have me 
 denied to him, otherwise he would be a plaguy trouble and 
 hindrance to me : he has sat with me two hours, and drank 
 
 ^ William Bromley, member for the University of Oxford. 
 
 ^ "The footmen in attendance at the Houses of Parliament used, at 
 this time, to form themselves into a deliberative body, and usually 
 debated the same points with their masters. . . . The sable attendant 
 in question being an appendage of the brother of Mrs. Masham, the 
 reigning favourite, had a title to the chair, the Court and Tory interest 
 being exerted in his favour." (Scott.)
 
 I/IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 6l 
 
 a pint of ale cost me fivepence, and smoked his pipe, and it 
 is now past eleven that he is just gone. Well, my eighth is 
 with you now, young women, and your seventh to me is 
 somewhere in a postboy's bag : and so go to your gang of 
 Deans, and Stoytes, and Walls, and lose your money ; go, 
 sauceboxes, and so good night and be happy, dear rogues. 
 O, but your box was sent to Dr. Hawkshaw by Sterne, 
 and you will have it with Hawkshaw, and spectacles, 
 &c. &c. 
 
 27. To-day Mr. Harley met me in the Court of Re- 
 quests,^ and whispered me to dine with him. At dinner I 
 told him what those Bishops had done, and the difficulty I 
 was under. He bid me never trouble myself; he would tell 
 the Duke of Ormond the business was done, and that he 
 need not concern himself about it. So now I am easy, and 
 they may hang themselves for a parcel of insolent ungrateful 
 rascals. I suppose I told you in my last how they sent an 
 address to the Duke of Ormond, and a letter to Southwell, 
 to call on me for the papers, after the thing was over ; but 
 they had not received my letter, though the Archbishop 
 might, by what I writ to him, have expected it would be 
 done. Well, there is an end of that, and in a little time the 
 Queen will send them notice, &c. And so the methods will 
 be settled, and then I shall think of returning, although the 
 baseness of those Bishops makes me love Ireland less than I 
 did. 
 
 28. Lord Halifax sent to invite me to dinner, where I 
 staid till six, and crossed him in all his Whig talk, and made 
 him often come over to me. I know he makes court to the 
 new men, although he affects to talk like a Whig. I had a 
 letter to-day from the Bishop of Clogher, but I writ to him 
 lately, that I would obey his commands to the Duke of 
 Ormond. He says I bid him read the London Shaver, and 
 that you both swore it was Shaver, and not Shower. You all 
 lie, and you are puppies, and can't read Presto's hand. 
 The Bishop is out entirely in his conjectures of my share in 
 the Tatlers. — I have other things to mind, and of much 
 
 ^ The Court of Requests was abolished in the reign of Charles I., but 
 the room in which it had sat still bore the name. Pennant describes 
 it (" Some Account of London," p. 91) as "a vast room modernized; 
 at present a mere walking-place."
 
 62 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 greater importance, else I have little to do to be acquainted 
 with a new ministry, who consider me a little more than 
 Irish bishops do. 
 
 29. Now for your saucy good dear letter ; let me see, 
 what does it say ? come then. I dined to-day with Ford, 
 and went home early ; he debauched me to his chamber 
 again with a bottle of wine till twelve ; so good night. I 
 can't write an answer now, you rogues. 
 
 30. To-day I have been visiting, which I had long 
 neglected ; and I dined with Mrs. Barton alone ; and 
 sauntered at the coffeehouse till past eight, and have been 
 busy till eleven, and now I'll answer your letter, saucebox. 
 Well, let me see now again. My wax candle's almost out, 
 but however I'll begin. Well then, don't be so tedious, 
 Mr. Presto; what can you say to MD's letter ? Make haste, 
 have done with your preambles — Why, I say I am glad you 
 are so often abroad ; your mother thinks it is want of 
 exercise hurts you, and so do I. (She called here to-night, 
 but I was not within, that's by the bye.) Sure you don't 
 deceive me, Stella, when you say you are in better health 
 than you were these three weeks ; for Dr. Raymond told me 
 yesterday, that Smyth of the Blind Quay had been telling 
 Mr Leigh, that he left you extremely ill; and in short, 
 spoke so, that he almost put poor Leigh into tears, and 
 would have made me run distracted ; though your letter is 
 dated the nth instant, and I saw Smyth in the city above a 
 fortnight ago, as I passed by in a coach. Pray, pray, don't 
 write, Stella, until you are mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty, 
 mighty well in your eyes, and are sure it won't do you the 
 least hurt. Or come, I'll tell you what; you, Mistress 
 Stella, shall write your share at five or six sittings, one sitting 
 a-day ; and then comes Dingley all together, and then Stella 
 a little crumb toward the end, to let us see she remembers 
 Presto : and then conclude with something handsome and 
 genteel, as your most humble cumdumble, or, &c. O Lord ! 
 does Patrick write word of my not coming till spring ? in- 
 solent man ! he know my secrets ? No ; as my Lord Mayor 
 said. No ; if I thought my shirt knew, &c. Faith, I will 
 come as soon as it is any way proper for me to come ; but, 
 to say the truth, I am at present a little involved with the 
 present ministry in some certain things, (which I tell you as
 
 I710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 63 
 
 a secret ;) as soon as ever I can clear my hands, I will stay 
 no longer : for I hope the First-Fruit business will be soon 
 over in all its forms. But, to say the truth, the present 
 ministry have a difficult task, and want me, &c. Perhaps 
 they may be just as grateful as others : but, according to the 
 best judgment I have, they are pursuing the true interest of 
 the public : and therefore I am glad to contribute what is in 
 my power. For God's sake, not a word of this to any alive. 
 — Your Chancellor ? why madam, I can tell you he has been 
 dead this fortnight.^ Faith, I could hardly forbear our little 
 language about a nasty dead chancellor, as you may see by 
 the blot.^ Ploughing ? A pox plough them : they'll plough 
 me to nothing. But have you got your money, both the ten 
 pounds ? How durst he pay the second so soon ? Pray be 
 good housewives. — Ay, well, and Joe ; why, I had a letter 
 lately from Joe, desiring I would take some care of their 
 poor town,^ who, he says, will lose their liberties. To which 
 I desired Dr. Raymond would return answer. That the town 
 had behaved themselves so ill to me, so little regarded the 
 advice I gave them, and disagreed so much among them- 
 selves, that I was resolved never to have more to do with 
 them ; but that whatsoever personal kindness I could do to 
 Joe should be done. Pray, when you happen to see Joe, 
 tell him this, lest Raymond should have blundered or for- 
 gotten. Poor Mrs Wesley — Why these poligyes [apologies] 
 for being abroad ? Why should you be at home at all, until 
 Stella is quite well ? — So, here is Mistress Stella again with 
 her two eggs, &c. My Shower admired with you ; why, the 
 Bishop of Clogher says, he has seen something of mine of 
 the same sort, better than the Shower. I suppose he means 
 
 ^ Freeman, the late Lord Chancellor, died in the middle of the month. 
 Commissioners had been appointed to take charge of the Seal, Nov. 22 ; 
 Sir Constantine Phipps was made Chancellor, l3ec. 22. 
 
 ^ " To make this intelligible it is necessary that the words this fortnight 
 in the preceding sentence were first written in what he calls the little 
 language, and afterwards scratched out and written plainer. It must be 
 confessed that this little language which passed current between Swift 
 and Stella has occasioned infinite trouble in the revisal of these papers." 
 (Note in original edition. ) 
 
 ^ Trim. An attack upon the Uberties of this corporation is num- 
 bered among the political offences of Wharton's Lieutenancy of Ireland. 
 See a " Short Character of the Earl of Wharton."
 
 64 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 the Morning;^ but it is not half so good. I wantyour judgment 
 of things, and not your country's. How does MD hke it ? 
 and do they taste it alii &c. I am glad Dean Bolton has 
 paid the twenty pounds. Why should not I chide the Bishop 
 of Clogher for writing to the Archbishop of Cashel, without 
 
 sending the letter first to me ? It does not signify a ; 
 
 for he has no credit at court. Stuff — they are all puppies. 
 I will break your head in good earnest, young woman, for 
 your nasty jest about Mrs Barton. Unlucky sluttikin, what 
 a word is there? Faith, I was thinking yesterday, when I 
 was with her, whether she could break them or no, and it 
 quite spoiled my imagination. Mr? Wall, does Stella win as 
 she pretends ? No indeed, doctor ; she loses always, and 
 will play so venter soniely, how can she win ? See here 
 now ; an't you an impudent lying slut ? Do, open Dom- 
 vile's letter ; what does it signify, if you have a mind ? Yes, 
 faith, you write smartly with your eyes shut ; all was well but 
 the zv. See how I can do it ; Madame Stella, your humble 
 servant. O, but one may look whether one goes crooked or 
 no, and so write on. I will tell you what you may do ; you 
 may write with your eyes half shut, just as when one is going 
 to sleep : I have done so for two or three lines now ; it is 
 but just seeing enough to go straight. — Now, Madam Dingley, 
 I think I bid you tell Mr. Walls, that in case there be occa- 
 sion, I will serve his friend as far as I can ; but I hope there 
 will be none. Yet I believe you will have a new Parliament; 
 but I care not whether you have or no a better. You are 
 mistaken in all your conjectures about the Tatlers. I have 
 given him one or two hints, and you have heard me talk 
 about the Shilling.^ Faith, these answering letters are very 
 long ones : you have taken up almost the room of a week in 
 journals; and I will tell you what, I saw fellows wearing 
 crosses to-day,^ and I wondered what was the matter ; but 
 just this minute I recollect it is little Presto's birthday ; and 
 I was resolved these three days to remember it when it came, 
 but could not. Pray, drink my health to-day at dinner ; do, 
 you rogues. Do you like Sid Hamet's Rod ? Do you under- 
 
 ' Swift's lines, "A Description of the Morning," appear in the 
 "Tatler," No. 9, April 30th, 1702. 
 
 •^ The "Autobiography of a Shilling" in the "Tatler," No. 249, 
 Nov. Ilth, 1710, was by Addison. ^ St. Andrew's Day.
 
 I7I0] JOURNAL TO STELLA 6$ 
 
 Stand it all ? Well, now at last I have done with your letter, 
 and so I'li lay me down to sleep, and about fair maids ; 
 and I hope meiry maids all. 
 
 Dec. I. Morning. I wish Smyth were hanged. I was 
 dreaming the most melancholy things in the world of poor 
 Stella, and was grieving and crying all night. — Pshah, it is 
 foolish : I will rise and divert myself; so good-morrow, and 
 God of his infinite mercy keep and protect you. The Bishop 
 of Clogher's letter is dated Nov. 21. He says, you thought 
 of going with him to Clogher. I am heartily glad of it, and 
 wish you would ride there, and Dingley go in a coach. I 
 have had no fit since my first, although sometimes my head 
 is not quite in good order. — At night. I was this morning 
 to visit Mr Pratt, who is come over with poor sick Lord 
 Shelburn ; they made me dine with them, and there I staid 
 like a booby, till eight, looking over them at ombre, and 
 then came home. Lord Shelburn's giddiness is turned into 
 a colic, and he looks miserably. 
 
 2. Steele, the rogue, has done the impudentest thing in 
 the world : he said something in a Tatler, that we ought to 
 use the word Great Britain, and not England, in common 
 conversation, as, the finest lady in Great Britain, &c. Upon 
 this Rowe, Prior, and I, sent him a letter, turning this into 
 ridicule. He has to-day printed the letter,^ and signed it 
 J. S., M. P. and N. R. the first letters of our names. Con- 
 greve told me to-day, he smoked it immediately. Congreve 
 and I and Sir Charles Wager ' dined to-day at Delaval's, the 
 Portugal envoy ; and I staid there till eight, and came home, 
 and am now writing to you before I do business, because 
 that dog Patrick is not at home, and the fire is not made, 
 and I am not in my gear. Pox take him ! — I was looking 
 by chance at the top of this side, and find I make plaguy 
 mistakes in words ; so that you must fence against that as 
 well as bad writing. Faith, I can't nor won't read what 
 I have written. (Pox of this puppy !) Well, I'll leave 
 you till I am got to bed, and then I'll say a word or two. 
 — Well, 'tis now almost twelve, and I have been busy ever 
 
 ' "Tatler," No. 258, Dec. 2nd, 1710. 
 
 * Admiral Wager served in the West Indies during the War of the 
 Spanish Succession. He died in 1743 ^"^ is buried in Westminster 
 
 Abbey. 
 
 II. F
 
 66 JOURNAL TO STELLA [DeC. 
 
 since, by a fire too, (I have my coals by half a bushel at a 
 time, III assure you,) and now I am got to bed. Well, 
 and what have you to say to Presto now he is abed ? Come 
 now, let us hear your speeches. No, 'tis a lie, I'm not 
 sleepy yet. Let us sit up a little longer, and talk. Well, 
 where have you been to-day, that you are but just this 
 minute come home in a coach ? What have you lost ? Pay 
 the coachman, Stella. No, faith, not I, he'll grumble. — 
 What new acquaintance have you got ? come, let us hear. 
 I have made Delaval promise to send me some Brazil 
 tobacco from Portugal for you. Madam Dingley. I hope 
 you'll have your chocolate and spectacles before this comes 
 to you. 
 
 3. Pshaw, I must be writing to those dear saucy brats 
 every night, whether I will or no, let me have what business 
 I will, or come home ever so late, or be ever so sleepy j but 
 an old saying and a true one, 
 
 Be you lords, or be you earls, 
 You must write to naughty girls. 
 
 I was to-day at court, and saw Raymond among the beef- 
 eaters, staying to see the Queen ; so I put him in a better 
 station, made two or three dozen of bows, and went to 
 church, and then to court again to pick up a dinner, as I 
 did with Sir John Stanley,^ and then we went to visit Lord 
 Mountjoy, and just now left him, and 'tis near eleven at 
 night, young women, and methinks this letter comes pretty 
 near to the bottom, and 'tis but eight days since the date, 
 and don't think I'll write on the other side, I thank you 
 for nothing. Faith, if I would use you to letters on sheets 
 as broad as this room, you would always expect them from 
 me. O, faith, I know you well enough ; but an old 
 saying, &c. 
 
 Two sides in a sheet, 
 And one in a street. 
 
 I think that's but a silly old saying, and so I'll go to 
 sleep, and do you so too. 
 
 4. I dined to-day with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and then 
 
 * Commissioner of the Customs.
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 67 
 
 came home, and studied till evening. No adventure at all 
 to-day. 
 
 5. So I went to the Court of Requests (we have had the 
 devil and all of rain by the by) to pick up a dinner, and 
 Henley made me go dine with him and one Colonel Brag 
 at a tavern, cost me money, faith. Congreve was to be 
 thefSpbut came not. I came with Henley to the coffee- 
 house, where Lord Salisbury^ seemed mighty desirous to 
 talk with me ; and while he was wriggling himself into my 
 favour, that dog Henley asked me aloud, whether I would 
 go to see Lord Somers, as I had promised, (which was a 
 lie,) and all to vex poor Lord Salisbury, who is a high Tory. 
 He played two or three other such tricks, and I was forced 
 to leave my Lord, and I came home at seven, and have 
 been writing ever since, and I will now go to bed. The 
 other day I saw Jack Temple in the Court of Requests ; it 
 was the first time of seeing him ; so we talked two or three 
 careless words, and parted. Is it true that your recorder 
 and mayor, and fanatic aldermen, a month or two ago, at a 
 solemn feast, drank Mr Harley's, Lord Rochester's, and 
 other Tory healths ? Let me know ; it was confidently said 
 here. — The scoundrels ! It shan't do, Tom. 
 
 6. When is this letter to go, I wonder : hearkee, young 
 women, tell me that ? Saturday next for certain, and not 
 before : then it will be just a fortnight ; time enough for 
 naughty girls, and long enough for two letters, faith. Con- 
 greve and Delaval have at last prevailed on Sir Godfrey 
 Kjieller to entreat me to let him draw my picture for 
 nothing ; but I know not yet when I shall sit. — It is such 
 monstrous rainy weather, that there is no doing with it. 
 Secretary St. John sent to me this morning, that my dining 
 with him to-day was put off till to-morrow ; so I peaceably 
 sat with my neighbour Ford, dined with him, and came 
 home at six, and am now in bed as usual ; and now it is 
 time to have another letter from MD, yet I would not have 
 it till this goes ; for that would look like two letters for one. 
 Is it not whimsical that the Dean has never once written to 
 me ? And I find the Archbishop very silent to that letter I 
 sent him with an account that the business was done. I 
 
 ^ James Cecil, fifth earl.
 
 68 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 believe he knows not what to write or say ; and I have since 
 written twice to him, both times with a vengeance. Well, 
 go to bed, sirrahs, and so will I. But have you lost to-day ? 
 Three shillings. O fy, O fy. 
 
 7. No, I won't send this letter to-day, nor till Saturday, 
 faith ; and I am so afraid of one from MD between this and 
 that : if it comes I'll just say I received a letter, and that 
 is all. I dined to-day with Mr. Secretary St John, where 
 were Lord Anglesea, Sir Thomas Hanmer, Prior, Freind, 
 &c. and then made a debauch after nine at Prior's house, 
 and have eaten cold pie, and I hate the thoughts of it, and 
 I am full, and I don't like it, and I will go to bed, and it 
 is late, and so good night. 
 
 8. To-day I dined with Mr Harley and Prior ; but Mr St 
 John did not come, though he promised ; he chid me for 
 not seeing him oftener. Here is a damned libellous 
 pamphlet ^ come out against Lord Wharton, giving the 
 character first, and then telling some of his actions : the 
 character is very well, but the facts indifferent. It has been 
 sent by dozens to several gentlemen's lodgings, and I had 
 one or two of them, but nobody knows the author or 
 printer. We are terribly afraid of the plague ; they say it is 
 at Newcastle. I begged Mr Harley, for the love of God, to 
 take some care about it, or we are all ruined. There have 
 been orders for all ships from the Baltic to pass their 
 quarantine before they land ; but they neglect it. You 
 remember I have been afraid these two years. 
 
 9. O faith, you're a saucy rogue. I have had your sixth 
 letter just now, before this is gone ; but I won't answer a 
 word of it, only that I never was giddy since my first fit, but 
 I have had a cold just a fortnight, and cough with it still 
 morning and evening; but it will go off. It is, however, 
 such abominable weather, that no creature can walk. They 
 say here three of your commissioners ^ will be turned out. 
 Ogle, South, and St Quintain, and that Dick Stuart and 
 Ludlow will be two of the new ones. I am a little soliciting 
 for another ; it is poor Lord Abercorn, but that is a secret ; 
 I mean, that I befriend him is a secret ; but I believe it is 
 
 * This pamphlet "A Short Character of his Excellency Thomas 
 
 Wl-:nrton " was by Swift himself. 
 ^ Commissioners of revenue.
 
 I710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 69 
 
 too late, by his own fault and ill fortune. I dined with 
 him to-day. I am heartily sorry you do not go to Clogher, 
 faith, I am ; and so God Almighty protect poor dear, dear, 
 dear, dearest MD. Farewell till to-night. I'll begin my 
 eleventh to-night ; so I am always writing to little MD. 
 
 LETTER XL 
 
 London, Dec. 9, 17 10. 
 
 So, young women, I have just sent my tenth to the post- 
 office, and, as I told you, have received your seventh, (faith 
 I'm afraid I mistook, and said your sixth, and then we 
 shall be all in confusion this month.) Well, I told you I 
 dined with Lord Abercorn to-day, and that's enough till by 
 and bye ; for I must go write idle things, and twittle twattle. 
 What's here to do with your little MDs ? and so I put this 
 by for a while. 'Tis now late, and I can only say MD's a 
 dear saucy rogue; and what then. Presto loves them the 
 better. 
 
 10. This son of a b Patrick is out of the way, and I 
 
 can dc nothing ; am forced to borrow coals : 'tis now six 
 o'clock, and I am come home after a pure walk in the 
 Park ; delicate weather, begun only to-day. A terrible 
 storm last night : we hear one of your packet boats is cast 
 away, and young Beau Swift ^ in it, and General Sankey : ' I 
 know not the truth ; you will befgre me. Raymond talks 
 of leaving the town in a few days, and going in a month to 
 Ireland, for fear his wife should be too far gone, and forced 
 to be brought to bed here. I think he is in the right, but 
 perhaps this packet boat will fright him. He has no relish 
 for London ; and I do not wonder at it. He has got some 
 Templars from Ireland, that show him the town. I do not 
 let him see me above twice a week, and that only while I 
 am dressing in the morning. — So now the puppy's come in, 
 and I have got my own ink, but a new pen ; and so now 
 you are rogues and sauce-boxes till I go to bed, for I must 
 go study, sirrahs. Now I think of it, tell the Bishop of 
 
 ^ Doubtless one of his numerous cousins ; probably a brother of 
 Deane Swift, his biographer. 
 
 ^ Nicholas Sankey, lieutenant-general in 1710.
 
 70 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 Clogher he shall not cheat me of one inch of my bell metal. 
 You know it is nothing but to save the town money ; and 
 Enniskilling can afford it better than Laracor : he shall have 
 but one thousand five hundred weight. I have been reading, 
 &c. as usual, and am now going to bed, and I find this 
 day's article is long enough ; so get you gone till to-morrow, 
 and then. I dined with Sir Matthew Dudley. 
 
 11. I am come home again as yesterday, and the puppy 
 had again locked up my ink, notwithstanding all I said to 
 him yesterday ; but he came home a little after me, so all is 
 well ; they are lighting my fire, and I'll go study. The 
 fair weather is gone again, and it has rained all day. I do 
 not like this open weather, though some say it is healthy. 
 They say it is a false report about the plague at Newcastle. 
 I have no news to day ; I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh, to 
 desire them to buy me a scarf; and Lady Abercorn is to 
 buy me another, to see who does best ; mine is all in rags. 
 I saw the Duke of Richmond yesterday at court again ; but 
 would not speak to him ; I believe we are fallen out. I am 
 now in bed, and it has rained all this evening, like wild-fire. 
 Have you so much rain in your town ? Raymond was in a 
 fright, as I expected, upon the news of this shipwreck, but I 
 persuaded him, and he leaves this town in a week. I got 
 him acquainted with Sir Robert Raymond, the Solicitor- 
 General, who owns him to be of his family ; and I believe it 
 may do him a kindness, by being recommended to your new 
 Lord Chancellor. — I had a letter from Mrs. Long, that has 
 quite turned my stomach against her; no less than two 
 nasty jests in it, with dashes to suppose them. She is 
 corrupted in that country town ^ with vile conversation. — I 
 won't answer your letter till I have leisure, so let this go 
 on as it will, what care I ? what cares saucy Presto ? 
 
 12. I was to-day at the secretary's office with Lewis, and 
 in came Lord Rivers, who took Lewis out and whispered 
 him, and then came up to me to desire my acquaintance 
 &c. so we bowed and complimented a while, and parted ; 
 and I dined with Phil. Savage,^ and his Irish club, at their 
 boarding place, and, passing an evening scurvily enough, did 
 not come home till eight. Mr Addison and I hardly meet 
 
 ' Lynn Regis. 
 
 ' Chancellor of the Exchequer in Ireland.
 
 I/IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 7I 
 
 once a fortnight ; his parliament and my different friendships 
 keep us asunder. Sir Matthew Dudley turned away his 
 butler yesterday morning, and at night the poor fellow died 
 suddenly in the streets. Was not it an odd event ? But what 
 care you ; but then I knew the butler. — Why, it seems your 
 packet boat is not lost : psha, how silly that is, when I had 
 already gone through the forms, and said it was a sad thing, 
 and that I was sorry for it. But when must I answer this 
 letter of our MD's ? Here it is, lies between this paper on 
 t'other side the leaf: one of these odd come shortlies I'll 
 consider, and so good night. 
 
 13. Morning. I am to go trapesing with Lady Kerry and 
 Mrs Pratt to see sights all this day : they engaged me yester- 
 day morning at tea. You hear the havock making in the 
 army : Meredyth, Macartney, and Colonel Honey wood, ^ are 
 obliged to sell their commands at half value, and leave the 
 army, for drinking destruction to the present ministry, and 
 dressing up a hat on a stick, and calling it Harley ; then 
 drinking a glass with one hand, and discharging a pistol with 
 the other at the maukin, wishing it were Harley himself; 
 and a hundred other such pretty tricks, as inflaming their 
 soldiers and foreign ministers against the late changes at 
 court. Cadogan ^ has had a little paring ; his mother told 
 me yesterday he had lost the place of envoy : but I hope 
 they will go no farther with him, for he was not at those 
 mutinous meetings. Well, these saucy jades take up so 
 much of my time, with writing to them in a morning ; but 
 faith I am glad to see you whenever I can : a little snap and 
 away ; and so hold your tongue, for I must rise : not a word 
 your life. How no\vww ? so very well ; stay till I come 
 home, and then perhaps you may hear farther from me. And 
 
 ' Lieutenant-General Meredylh, Major- General Macartney, and 
 Brigadier Honeywood, alleged " that their offence only amounted to 
 drinking a health to the Duke of Marlborough, and confusion to his 
 enemies. But, it was affirmed, that an example of severity was neces- 
 sary, as some of the chief officers of the army had dropped doubtful and 
 dangerous expressions about standing by their general, and this at a 
 time when he was suspected of having nourished the ambition of 
 becoming general for life." (Scott.) Marlborough aimed at being made 
 Captain-General (Commander-in-Chief) for life by letters patent. 
 
 ^ Lieutenant-General Cadogan, a friend of Marlborough, had been 
 envoy to the United Provinces. Richard Hill, brother of Mrs. Masham, 
 was sent to take his place.
 
 72 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 where will you go to-day, for I can't be with you for these 
 ladies? It is a rainy ugly day. I'd have you send for 
 Walls, and go to the Dean's; but don't play small games 
 when you lose. You'll be ruined by manilio,^ basto, the 
 queen, and two small trumps in red. I confess 'tis a good 
 hand against the player ; but then there are spadilio, punto, 
 the king, strong trumps against you, which, with one trump 
 more, are three tricks ten ace : for, suppose you play your 
 maniUo — O, silly, how I prate and can't get away from this 
 MD in a morning. Go, get you gone, dear naughty girls, 
 and let me rise. There, Patrick locked up my ink again the 
 third time last night : the rogue gets the better of me ; but 
 I will rise in spite of you, sirrahs. — At night. Lady Kerry, '^ 
 Mrs Pratt, Mrs Cadogan, and I, in one coach ; Lady Kerry's 
 son and his governor, and two gentlemen, in another ; maids 
 and misses, and little master, (Lord Shelburn's children,) in a 
 third, all hackneys, set out at ten o'clock this morning from 
 Lord Shelburn's house in Piccadilly to the Tower, and saw 
 all the sights, lions, etc. then to Bedlam ; then dined at the 
 chophouse behind the Exchange ; then to Gresham College, 
 (but the keeper was not at home,) and concluded the night 
 at the puppet-show, whence we came home safe at eight, and 
 I left them. The ladies were all in mobs ; how do you call 
 it ? undressed ; and it was the rainiest day that ever dripped ; 
 and I'm weary, and 'tis now past eleven. 
 
 14. Stay, I'll answer some of your letter this morning 
 in bed : let me see ; come and appear, little letter. Here I 
 am, says he, and what say you to Mrs MD this morning, 
 fresh and fasting ? who dares think MD negligent ? I allow 
 them a fortnight, and they give it me. I could fill a letter 
 in a week ; but it is longer every day, and so I keep it a 
 fortnight, and then 'tis cheaper by one half. I have never 
 been giddy, dear Stella, since that morning : I have taken a 
 whole box of pills, and kecked at them every night, and drank 
 a pint of brandy at mornings. — O then, you kept Presto's 
 little birthday : would to God I had been with you. I forgot 
 it, as I told you before. Rediculous, madam ? I suppose you 
 mean ridiculous : let me have no more of that ; 'tis the 
 
 ' These are names for cards at ombre (see p. 22). 
 ^ Wife of Lord Kerry, who was daughter of Sir W. Petty and sister 
 to Henry, Lord Shelburne.
 
 1710] JOURNAL TO STELLA 73 
 
 author of the Atalantis's speUing/ I have mended it in your 
 letter. And can Stella read this writing without hurting her 
 dear eyes ? O, faith, I'm afraid not. Have a care of those 
 eyes, pray, pray, pretty Stella. — 'Tis well enough what you 
 observe. That if I writ better, perhaps you would not read so 
 well, being used to this manner ; 'tis an alphabet you are 
 used to ; you know such a pothook makes a letter ; and you 
 know what letter, and so and so. — I'll swear he told me so, 
 and that they were long letters too ; but I told him it was a gaS' 
 conade of yours, etc. I am talking of the Bishop of Clogher, 
 how he forgot. Turn over.^ I had not room on t'other side 
 to say that, so I did it on this : I fancy that's a good Irish 
 blunder. Ah, why do not you go down to Clogher nauti- 
 nautinautidear girls ; I dare not say nauti without dear : O, 
 faith, you govern me. But seriously, I'm sorry you don't 
 go, as far as I can judge at this distance. No, we would get 
 you another horse ; I will make Parvisol get you one. I 
 always doubted that horse of yours ; prithee sell him, and let 
 it be a present to me. My heart aches when I think you 
 ride him. Order Parvisol to sell him, and that you are to 
 return me the money : I shall never be easy until he is out 
 of your hands. Faith, I have dreamed five or six times of 
 horses stumbling since I had your letter. If he can't sell 
 him, let him run this winter. Faith, if I was near you, I 
 would whip your — to some tune, for your grave saucy 
 answer about the Dean and Jonsonibus ; I would, young 
 women. And did the Dean preach for me ? very well. Why, 
 would they have me stand here and preach to them ? No, 
 the Tatler of the Shilling was not mine, more than the hint, 
 and two or three general heads for it. I have much more im- 
 portant business on my hands : and, besides, the ministry hate 
 
 ^ Mrs. De La Riviere Manley wrote plays and political pamphlets. 
 Her best known work is the quasi-romance called the " New Atalantis" 
 (1709), in which she scurrilously attacked nearly all the political charac- 
 ters of theday. For this publication the printer was brought to trial, but she 
 appeared before the King's Bench and swore that the whole work was a 
 mere fiction, without any reference to actual persons. She was a person 
 of much impudence and some wit, and entirely defeated the efforts of 
 the judges to cross-examine her. 
 
 - " He seems to have written these words on the reverse of the 
 cage, which was therefore to be turned over before they could be read." 
 (Scott.)
 
 74 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 to think that I should help him, and have made reproaches 
 on it ; and I frankly told them, I would do it no more. This 
 is a secret though, Madam Stella. You win eight shillings ! 
 you win eight fiddlesticks. Faith, you say nothing of what you 
 lose, young women. — I hope Manley is in no great danger ; 
 for Ned Southwell is his friend, and so is Sir Thomas 
 Frankland ; and his brother John Manley stands up heartily 
 for him. On t'other side, all the gentlemen of Ireland here 
 are furiously against him. Now, Mistress Dingley, an't 
 you an impudent slut to expect a letter next packet from 
 Presto, when you confess yourself, that you had so lately two 
 letters in four days ? unreasonable baggage ! no, little 
 Dingley, I am always in bed by twelve ; I mean my candle's 
 out by twelve, and I take great care of myself Pray let 
 every body know, upon occasion, that Mr Harley got the 
 First Fruits from the Queen for the clergy of Ireland, and 
 that nothing remains but the forms, etc. So you say the 
 Dean and you dined at Stoyte's, and Mrs Stoyte was in rap- 
 tures that I remembered her. I must do it but seldom, or 
 it will take off her rapture. — But, what now, you saucy sluts, 
 all this written in a morning, and I must rise and go abroad. 
 Pray stay till night : don't think I'll squander mornings 
 upon you, pray good madam. Faith, if I go on longer in 
 this trick of writing in the morning, I shall be afraid of 
 leaving it off, and think you expect it, and be in awe. Good 
 morrow, sirrahs, I will rise. — At night. I went to-day to the 
 Court of Requests (I will not answer the rest of your letter 
 yet, that by the way) in hopes to dine with Mr. Harley : but 
 Lord Dupplin, his son-in-law, told me he did not dine at 
 home ; so I was at a loss, until I met with Mr Secretary St 
 John, and went home and dined with him, where he told me 
 of a good bite. Lord Rivers ' told me two days ago, that he 
 was resolved to come Sunday fortnight next to hear me preach 
 before the Queen. I assured him the day was not yet fixed, 
 and I knew nothing of it. To-day the Secretary told me, 
 that his father, (Sir Harry St John,) and Lord Rivers, were 
 to be at St James's church, to hear me preach there ; and 
 were assured I was to preach : so there will be another bite ; 
 for I know nothing of the matter, but that Mr Harley and 
 
 ' Richard Savage, Lord Rivers, Constable of the Tower, and envoy 
 to Hanover. He was the alleged father of the poet Richard Savage.
 
 I/IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 75 
 
 St John are resolved I must preach before the Queen, and 
 the Secretary of State has told me he will give me three weeks 
 warning ; but I desired to be excused, which he will not. St 
 John, " you shall not be excused : " however, I hope they will 
 forget it ; for, if it should happen, all the puppies hereabouts 
 will throng to hear me, and expect something wonderful, and 
 be plaguily balked, for I shall preach plain honest stuff/ I 
 staid with St John till eight, and then came home, and 
 Patrick desired leave to go abroad, and by and by comes up 
 the girl to tell me, a gentleman was below in a coach who 
 had a bill to pay me ; so I let him come up, and who should 
 it be but Mr Addison and Sam Dopping, to haul me out to 
 supper, where I have staid till twelve. If Patrick had been 
 at home I should have escaped this ; for I have taught him 
 to deny me almost as well as Mr Harley's porter. — Where 
 did I leave off in MD's letter ? let me see. So, now I have 
 it. You are pleased to say, Madam Dingley, that those that 
 go for England can never tell when to come back. Do you 
 mean this as a reflection upon Presto, madam? Sauce- 
 boxes, I'll come back as soon as I can," as hope saved 
 and I hope with some advantage, unless all ministries be 
 alike, as perhaps they may. I hope Hawkshaw is in Dublin 
 before now, and that you have your things, and like your 
 spectacles ; if you did not, you shall have better. I hope 
 Dingley's tobacco did not spoil Stella's chocolate, and that 
 all is safe ; pray let me know. Mr Addison and I are differ- 
 ent as black and white, and I believe our friendship will go 
 off, by this damned business of party : he cannot bear seeing 
 me fall in so with this mmistry ; but I love him still as well 
 as ever, though we seldom meet. — Hussy, Stella, you jest 
 about poor Congreve's eyes; you do so, hussy, but I'll 
 bang your bones, faith. — Yes, Steele was a little while in 
 prison, or at least in a spunging-house, some time before I 
 came, but not since. Pox on your convocation, and your 
 Lamberts ; ^ they write with a vengeance ! I suppose you 
 
 ' " The ministry never could prevail upon the Doctor to preach 
 before the Queen." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ^ Scott's edition adds : " This is his common phrase," apparently 
 part of a no(»e slipped into text. 
 
 ' Dr. Lambert was chaplain to Lord Wharton. He was censured 
 by the lower house of the Irish Convocation.
 
 76 JOURNAL TO STELLA [DeC. 
 
 think it a piece of affectation in me to wish your Irish folks 
 would not like my Shower ; but you are mistaken. I should 
 be glad to have the general applause there as I have here, 
 (though I say it,) but I have only that of one or two, and 
 therefore I would have none at all, but let you all be in the 
 wrong. I don't know, this is not what I would say ; but 
 I am so tosticated with supper and stuff that I can't express 
 myself. — What you say of Sid Hamet is well enough ; that 
 an enemy should like it, and a friend not ; and that telling 
 the author would make both change their opinions. Why 
 did not you tell Griffyth that you fancied there was something 
 in it of my manner ? but first spur up his commendation to 
 the height, as we served my poor uncle about the sconce 
 that I mended. Well, I desired you to give what I intended 
 for an answer to Mrs. Fenton, to save her postage, and my- 
 self trouble ; and I hope I have done it if you han't. 
 
 15. Lord, what a long day's writing was yesterday's answer 
 to your letter, sirrahs. I dined to-day with Lewis and Ford, 
 whom I have brought acquainted. LeAvas told me a pure 
 thing. I had been hankering with Mr Harley to save Steele 
 his other employment, and have a little mercy on him, and 
 I had been saying the same thing to Lewis, who is Mr 
 Harley's chief favourite. Lewis tells Mr Harley how kindly 
 I should take it, if he would be reconciled to Steele, etc. 
 Mr Harley, on my account, falls in with it, and appoints 
 Steele a time to let him attend him, which Steele accepts 
 with great submission, but never comes, nor sends any 
 excuse. Whether it was blundering, sullenness, insolence, 
 or rancour of party, I cannot tell ; but I shall trouble myself 
 no more about him. I believe Addison hindered him out 
 of mere spite, being grated to the soul to think he should 
 ever want my help to save his friend ; yet now he is soliciting 
 me to make another of his friends Queen's secretary at 
 Geneva : and I'll do it if I can ; it is poor Pastoral Philips. 
 
 16. O, why did you leave my picture behind you at t'other 
 lodgings ; forgot it ? well ; but pray remember it now, and 
 don't roll it up, d'ye hear, but hang it carefully in some 
 part of your room, where chairs and candles, and mop- 
 
 ^ Ambrose Philips, the well known author of some "Pastorals" 
 which appeared at the same time as Pope's, and which were extrava- 
 gantly praised by the Whig wits at Button's.
 
 17IO] JOURNAL TO STELLA TJ 
 
 Sticks, won't spoil it, sirrahs. No truly, I will not be god- 
 father to Goody Walls this bout, and 1 hope she'll have no 
 more. There'll be no quiet nor cards for this child. I 
 hope it will die the day after the christening. Mr Harley 
 gave me a paper, with an account of the sentence you speak 
 of against the lads that defaced the statue,^ and that In- 
 goldsby reprieved that part of it of standing before the 
 statue. I hope it was never executed. We have got your 
 Broderick out ; Doyne is to succeed him, and Cox Doyne. 
 And so there's an end of your letter ; 't is all answered, and 
 now I must go on upon my own stock ; go on, did I say ? 
 Why I have written enough ; but this is too soon to send it 
 yet, young women ; faith I dare not use you to it, you'll 
 always expect it ; what remains shall be only short journals 
 of a day, and so I'll rise, for this morning. — At night. I 
 dined with my opposite neighbour, Darteneuf, and I was 
 soliciting this day, to present the Bishop of Clogher Vice 
 Chancellor ; ^ but it won't do ; they are all set against him, 
 and the Duke of Ormond, they say, has resolved to dispose 
 of it somewhere else. Well ; little saucy rogues, don't stay 
 out too late to-night, because it is Saturday night, and young 
 women should come home soon then. 
 
 1 7. I went to court to seek a dinner, but the Queen was 
 not at church, she has got a touch of the gout ; so the court 
 was thin, and I went to the coffeehouse ; and Sir Thomas 
 Frankland and his eldest son and I went and dined with his 
 son William. I talked a great deal to Sir Thomas about 
 Manley, and find he is his good friend, and so has Ned 
 Southwell been, and I hope he will be safe though all the 
 Irish folks here are his mortal enemies. There was a devilish 
 bite to-day. They had it, I know not how, that I was to 
 preach this morning at St James's Church, an abundance 
 went, among the rest Lord Radnor, who never is abroad till 
 three in the afternoon. I walked all the way home from 
 Hatton Garden at six, by moonlight, a delicate night. Ray- 
 mond called at nine, but I was denied, and now I am in 
 bed between eleven and twelve, just going to sleep, and 
 dream of my own dear roguish impudent pretty MD. 
 
 18. You will now have short days works, just a few lines 
 
 ^ Of William III., on College Green, Dublin. 
 ' Of the University of Dublin.
 
 yS JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 to tell you where I am, and what I am doing ; only I will 
 keep room for the last day to tell you news, if there be any 
 worth sending. I have been sometimes like to do it at the 
 top of my letter, until I remark it would be old before it 
 reached you. I was hunting to dine with Mr Harley to-day, 
 but could not find him ; and so I dined with honest Dr 
 Cockburn, and came home at six, and was taken out to next 
 door by Dopping and Ford, to drink bad claret and oranges, 
 and we let Raymond come to us, who talks of leaving the 
 town to-morrow, but I believe will stay a day or two longer. 
 It is now late, and I will say no more, but end this line with 
 bidding my own dear saucy MD good night, &c. 
 
 19. I am come down proud stomach in one instance, for 
 I went to-day to see the Duke of Buckingham,^ but came 
 too late ; then I visited Mrs Barton, and thought to have 
 dined with some of the ministry ; but it rained, and Mrs 
 Vanhomrigh was nigh, and I took the opportunity of paying 
 her for a scarf she bought me, and dined there ; at four I 
 went to congratulate with Lord Shelburn, for the death of 
 poor Lady Shelburn dowager ; he was at his country house, 
 and returned while I was there, and had not heard of it, and 
 he took it very well. I am now come home before six, and 
 find a packet from the Bishop of Clogher, with one inclosed 
 to the Duke of Ormond, which is ten days earlier dated than 
 another I had from Parvisol; however, 't is no matter, for 
 the Duke has already disposed of the Vice Chancellorship 
 to the Archbishop of Tuam,^ and I could not help it, for it 
 is a thing wholly, you know, in the Duke's power; and I 
 find the Bishop has enemies about the Duke. I writ this 
 while Patrick is folding up my scarf, and doing up the fire, 
 (for I keep a fire, it costs me twelvepence a week,) and so 
 be quiet till I am gone to bed, and then sit down by me a 
 little, and we'll talk a few words more. Well; now MD 
 is at my bedside ; and now what shall we say ? How does 
 Mrs Stoyte ? What had the Dean for supper ? How much 
 did Mrs Walls win ? Poor Lady Shelburn : well, go get you 
 to bed, sirrahs. 
 
 20. Morning. I was up this morning early, and shaved 
 by candlelight, and write this by the fireside. Poor Raymond 
 
 * John Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham, the poet and patron of poets. 
 ' Dr. John Vesey, formerly Bishop of Limerick.
 
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 just came in and took his leave of me ; he is summoned by 
 high order from his wife, but pretends he has had enough of 
 London. I was a Httle melancholy to part with him ; he 
 goes to Bristol, where they are to be with his merchant 
 brother, and now thinks of staying till May; so she must 
 be brought to bed in England. He was so easy and man- 
 ageable, that I almost repent I suffered him to see me so 
 seldom. But he is gone, and will save Patrick some lies in 
 a week : Patrick is grown admirable at it, and will make his 
 fortune. How now, sirrah, must I write in a morning to 
 
 your impudence ? 
 
 Stay till night. 
 And then I'll write 
 In black and white, 
 By candlelight 
 Of wax so bright, 
 It helps the sight, 
 A bite a bite ! 
 Marry come up, Mrs. Boldface. 
 
 At night. Dr Raymond came back, and goes to-morrow 
 I did not come home till eleven, and found him here to 
 take leave of me. I went to the Court of Requests, thinking 
 to find Mr Harley and dine with him, and refused Henley 
 and every body, and at last knew not where to go, and met 
 Jemmy Leigh by chance, and he was just in the same way, so 
 I dined at his lodging on a beefsteak, and drank your health, 
 then left him, and went to the tavern with Ben Tooke 
 and Portlack, the nUTce^^of Ormond's secretary, drinking 
 nasty white wine till eleven. I am sick and ashamed t)f 
 
 it, ^;_~ " 
 
 -■ 21.^1 met that beast Ferris, Lord Berkeley's steward for- 
 merly; I walked with him a turn in the Park, and that 
 scoundrel dog is as happy as an emperor, has married a wife 
 with a considerable estate in land and houses about this 
 town, and lives at his ease at Hammersmith. See your con- 
 founded sect [sex]. — Well ; I had the same luck to-day with 
 Mr Harley ; 't was a lovely day, and went by water into the 
 city, and dined with Stratford at a merchant's house, and 
 walked home with as great a dunce as Ferris, I mean honest 
 Colonel Caufield, and came home by eight, and now am in 
 bed, and going to sleep for a wager, and will send this letter 
 on Saturday ; and so ; but first I'll wish you a merry Christ-
 
 80 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 mas and a happy new year, and pray God we may never 
 keep them asunder again. 
 
 2 2. Morning. I am going now to Mr Harley's levee on 
 purpose to vex him ; I'll say I had no other way of seeing 
 him, &c. Patrick says, it is a dark morning, and that the 
 Duke of Argyle is to be knighted to-day ; the booby means 
 installed at Windsor. But I must rise, for this is a shaving 
 day, and Patrick says, there is a good fire ; I wish MD were 
 by it, or I by MD's. — At night. I forgot to tell you. Madam 
 Dingley, that I paid nine shillings for your glass and spec- 
 tacles, of which three were for the Bishop's case ; I am sorry 
 I did not buy you such another case, but if you like it, I 
 will bring one over with me ; pray tell me : the glass to read 
 was four shillings, the spectacles two. And have you had 
 your chocolate? Leigh says, he sent the petticoat by one 
 Mr Spencer. Pray, have you no farther commissions for 
 me ? I paid the glassman but last night, and he would have 
 made me a present of the microscope worth thirty shillings, 
 and would have sent it home along with me ; I thought the 
 deuce was in the man : he said I could do him more service 
 than that was worth, &c. I refused his present, but promised 
 him all service I could do him ; and so now I am obliged 
 in honour to recommend him to every body. — At night. I 
 went to Mr Harley's levee ; he came and asked me, what 
 had I to do there, and bid me come and dine with him on 
 a. family dinner ; which I did, and it was the first time I ever 
 saw his lady and daughter ; at five my Lord Keeper ^ came 
 in : I told Mr Harley, he had formerly presented me to Sir 
 Simon Harcourt, but now must to my Lord Keeper, so he 
 laughed, &c. 
 
 23. Morning. This letter goes to-night without fail ; I 
 hope there is none from you yet at the coffeehouse; I'll 
 send and see by and by ; and let you know, and so and so. 
 Patrick goes to see for a letter ; what will you lay, is there 
 one from MD or no ; No, I say ; done for sixpence. Why has 
 the dean never once written to me ? — I won sixpence ; I won 
 sixpence ; there is not one letter to Presto. Good morrow, 
 dear sirrahs : Stratford and I dine to-day with Lord Mountjoy. 
 God Almighty preserve and bless you ; fare well, &c. 
 
 ^ Sir Simon Harcourt, just promoted from the Attorney-Generalship.
 
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 I have been dining at Lord Mount joy's ; and am come 
 to study ; our news from Spain this post takes off some of 
 our fears. The parliament is prorogued to-day, or adjourned 
 rather, till after the holidays. Bank stock is 105, so I may 
 get £,\2 for my bargain already. Patrick the puppy is 
 abroad, and how shall I send this letter ? Good night, little 
 dears both, and be happy, and remember your poor Presto, 
 that wants you sadly, as hope saved.^ Let me go study, 
 naughty girls, and don't keep me at the bottom of the 
 paper. O faith, if you knew what lies on my hands con- 
 stantly, you would wonder to see how I could write such 
 long letters ; but we'll talk of that some other time.^ Good 
 night again, and God bless dear MD with his best blessings, 
 yes, yes, and Dingley, and Stella, and me too, &c. 
 
 Ask the Bishop of Clogher about the pun I sent him of 
 Lord Stawell's brother j 'twill be a pure bite. This letter 
 has 199 lines in it, beside all postscripts; I had a curiosity 
 to reckon. 
 
 There's a long letter for you. 
 
 It is longer than a sermon, faith. 
 
 I had another letter from Mrs Fenton, who says you were 
 with her. I hope you did not go on purpose. I will answer 
 her letter soon ; it is about some money in Lady Giffard's 
 hands. 
 
 They say you have had eight packets due to you ; so pray, 
 madams, don't blame Presto, but the wind. 
 
 My humble service to Mrs Walls and Mrs Stoyte; I 
 missed the former a good while. 
 
 LETTER XII. 
 
 London, December 23, 17 10. 
 I have sent my nth to-night as usual, and begin the 
 dozenth, and I told you I dined with Stratford at Lord 
 Mountjoy's, and I'll tell you no more at present, guess 
 for why ; because I am going to mind things, and mighty 
 affairs, not your nasty First-Fruits : I let them alone till 
 Mr Harley gets the Queen's letter, but other things of 
 greater moment, that you shall know one day, when the 
 
 * As I hope to be saved. 
 
 "^ " Writing the Examiner." (Note in original edition.) 
 II. G
 
 82 JOURNAL TO STELLA [DeC. 
 
 ducks have eaten up all the dirt. So sit still a while just by 
 me while I am studying, and don't say a word, I charge 
 you, and when I am going to bed, I'll take you along, 
 and talk with you a little while, so there, sit there. — Come 
 then, let us see what we have to say to these saucy brats, 
 that will not let us go sleep at past eleven. Why, I am 
 a little impatient to know how you do ; but that I take it for 
 a standing maxim, that when you are silent, all is pretty 
 well, because that is the way I will deal with you ; and 
 if there was any thing you ought to know now, I would 
 write by the first post, although I had written but the day 
 before. Remember this, young women, and God Almighty 
 preserve you both, and make us happy together ; and tell 
 me how accounts stand between us, that you may be paid 
 long before it is due, not to want. I will return no more 
 money while I stay, so that you need not be in pain to 
 be paid ; but let me know at least a month before you can 
 want. Observe this, d'ye hear, little dear sirrahs, and love 
 Presto as Presto loves MD, &c. 
 
 24. You will have a merrier Christmas eve than we here. 
 I went up to court before church, and in one of the rooms, 
 there being but little company, a fellow in a red coat without 
 a sword came up to me, and after words of course, asked me 
 how the ladies did. I asked what ladies? He said Mrs 
 Dingley and Mrs Johnson : Very well, said I, when I heard 
 from them last : and pray, when came you from thence, 
 sir ? Said he, I never was in Ireland ; and just at that 
 word Lord Winchelsea comes up to me, and the man went 
 off : as I went out I saw him again, and recollected him ; it 
 was Vedeau,^ with a pox. I then went and made my 
 apologies, that my head was full of something I had to say 
 to Lord Winchelsea, &c. and I asked after his wife, and so 
 all was well, and he inquired after my lodging, because 
 he had some favour to desire of me in Ireland, to recom- 
 mend somebody to somebody, I know not what it is. When 
 I came from church I went up to court again, where Sir 
 Edmund Bacon told me the bad news from Spain,^ which 
 
 ' " This Vedeau seems to have been a shopkeeper, but abandoned 
 his trade for the army." (Scott.) 
 
 * The news of the battle of Brihuega, in which General Stanhope was 
 defeated, and the whole of his troops taken prisoners (Dec. 9th, 17 10).
 
 I7I0] JOURNAL TO STELLA 83 
 
 you will hear before this reaches you ; as we have it now, we 
 are undone there, and it was odd to see the whole coun- 
 tenances of the court changed so in two hours. Lady 
 Mountjoy carried me home to dinner, where I staid not 
 long after, and came home early, and now am got into bed, 
 for you must always write to your MD's in bed, that's a 
 maxim. 
 
 Mr White and Mr Red 
 
 Write to MD when abed ; 
 
 Mr Black and Mr Brown, ' 
 
 Write to MD when you are down; 
 
 Mr Oak and Mr Willow, 
 
 Write to MD on your pillow. 
 
 What is this ? faith I smell fire ; what can it be ? this house 
 has a thousand s — ks in it. I think to leave it on Thursday, 
 and lodge over the way. Faith I must rise, and look at my 
 chimney, for the smell grows stronger; stay — I have been 
 up, and in my room, and found all safe, only a mouse within 
 the fender to warm himself, which I could not catch. I 
 smelt nothing there, but now in my bed-chamber I smell it 
 again ; I believe I have singed the woollen curtain, and 
 that's all, though I cannot smoke it. Presto's plaguy silly 
 to-night ; an't he ? Yes, and so he be. Ay, but if I should 
 wake and see fire. Well ; I'll venture ; so good night, &c. 
 
 25. Pray, young women, if I write so much as this every 
 day, how will this paper hold a fortnight's work, and answer 
 one of yours into the bargain? You never think of this, 
 but let me go on like a simpleton. I wish you a merry 
 Christmas, and many, many a one with poor Presto at some 
 pretty place. I was at church to-day by eight, and received 
 the Sacrament, and came home by ten ; then went to court 
 at two. It was a collar-day, that is, when the knights of the 
 Garter wear their collars; but the Queen staid so late at 
 Sacrament, that I came back, and dined with my neighbour 
 Ford, because all people dine at home on this day. This is 
 likewise a collar-day all over England in every house, at 
 least where there is brawn : that's very well. — I tell you 
 a good pun ; a fellow hard by pretends to cure agues, and 
 has set out a sign, and spells it egoes ; a gentleman and I 
 observing it, he said, How does that fellow pretend to cure 
 agues ? I said, I did not know, but I was sure it was not by
 
 84 JOURNAL TO STELLA [DeC. 
 
 a spelL That's admirable. And so you asked the Bishop 
 about that pun of Lord Stawell's brother. Bite. Have I 
 caught you, young women ? Must you pretend to ask after 
 roguish puns, and Latin ones too ? O but you smoked me, 
 and did not ask the Bishop. O but you are a fool, and you 
 did. I met Vedeau again at court to-day, and I observed he 
 had a sword on ; I fancy he was broke, and has got a com- 
 mission, but I never asked him. Vedeau I think his name 
 is, yet Parvisol's man is Vedel, that is true. Bank stock will 
 fall like stockfish by this bad news, and two days ago I could 
 have got L12 by my bargain ; but I don't intend to sell, and 
 in time it will rise. 'Tis odd that my Lord Peterborow 
 ^oretold this loss two months ago, one night at Mr Harley's, 
 when I was there ; he bid us count upon it, that Stanhope 
 would lose Spain before Christmas, that he would venture 
 his head upon it, and gave us reasons ; and though Mr 
 Harley argued the contrary, he still held to his opinion. I 
 was telling my Lord Anglesea this at court this morning, and 
 a gentleman by said, he had heard my Lord Peterborow 
 affirm the same thing. I have heard wise folk say, An ill 
 tongue may do much. And 'tis an odd saying, 
 
 Once I guessed right. 
 And I got credit by't ; 
 Thrice I guessed wrong, 
 And I kept my credit on. 
 
 No, 'tis you are sorry, not I. 
 
 26. By the Lord Harry I shall be undone here with 
 Christmas boxes. The rogues at the coffeehouse have 
 raised their tax, every one giving a crown, and I gave mine 
 for shame, besides a great many half-crowns to great men's 
 porters, &c. I went to-day by water into the city, and dined 
 with no less a man than the city printer. There is an in- 
 timacy between us, built upon reasons that you shall know 
 when I see you : but the rain caught me within twelve-penny 
 length of home. I called at Mr Harley's who was not within, 
 dropped my half crown with his porter, drove to the coffee- 
 house, where the rain kept me till nine. I had letters to-day 
 from the Archbishop of Dublin, and Mr Bernage ; the latter 
 sends me a melancholy account of Lady Shelburn's death, 
 and his own disappointments, and would gladly be a captain; 
 if I can help him I will.
 
 17 lO] JOURNAL TO STELLA 8S 
 
 27. Morning. I bespoke a lodging over the way for to- 
 morrow, and the dog let it yesterday to another ; I gave him 
 no earnest, so it seems he could do it ; Patrick would have 
 had me give him earnest to bind him ; but I would not. So 
 I must go saunter to-day for a lodging somewhere else. Did 
 you ever see so open a winter in England ? We have not 
 had two frosty days ; but it pays it off in rain : we have not 
 had three fair days these six weeks. O faith, I dreamed 
 mightily of MD last night; but so confused I can't tell a 
 word. I have made Ford acquainted with Lewis, and, 
 to-day we dined together ; in the evening I called at one or 
 two neighbours, hoping to spend a Christmas evening ; but 
 none were at home, they were all gone to be merry with 
 others. I have often observed this, that in merry times 
 every body is abroad ; where the deuce are they ? So I 
 went to the coffeehouse, and talked with Mr Addison an 
 hour, who at last remembered to give me two letters, which 
 I can't answer to-night, nor to-morrow neither, I can 
 assure you, young women, count upon that. I have other 
 things to do than to answer naughty girls, an old saying and 
 true. 
 
 Letters from MDs 
 
 Must not be answered in ten days : 
 
 'Tis but bad rhyme, &c. 
 
 28. To-day I had a message from Sir Thomas Hanmer to 
 dine with him : the famous Dr Smallridge ' was of the com- 
 pany, and we sat till six, and I came home to my new lodg- 
 ings in St. Alban Street,^ where I pay the same rent (eight 
 shillings a week) for an apartment two pair of stairs ; but I 
 have the use of the parlour to receive persons of quality, and 
 I am got into my new bed, &c. 
 
 29. Sir Andrew Fountaine has been very ill this week; 
 and sent to me early this morning to have prayers, which 
 you know is the last thing. I found the doctors and all in 
 despair about him. I read prayers to him, found he had 
 settled all things ; and when I came out the nurse asked me, 
 whether I thought it possible he could live ; for the doctors 
 
 ^ An Oxford High Church divine, who became a popular preacher, a 
 well-known writer on theology, and a fervent disciple of Berkeley, the 
 idealist. He was consecrated Bishop of Bristol in 17 14. 
 
 * Near Pall Mall, now destroyed.
 
 86 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 thought not. I said, I believed he would live, for I found 
 the seeds of life in him, which I observe seldom fail ; (and I 
 found them in poor dearest Stella, when she was ill many 
 years ago,) and to-night I was with him again, and he was 
 mightily recovered, and I hope he will do well, and the 
 doctor approved my reasons ; but if he should die, I should 
 come off scurvily. The Secretary of State (Mr. St John) 
 sent to me to dine with him ; Mr Harley and Lord Peter- 
 borow dined there too, and at night came Lord Rivers. 
 Lord Peterborow goes to Vienna in a day or two ; he has 
 promised to make me write to him. Mr Harley went away 
 at six, but we staid till seven. I took the Secretary aside, 
 and complained to him of Mr Harley, that he had got the 
 Queen to grant the First-Fruits, promised to bring me to her, 
 and get her letter to the Bishops in Ireland ; but the last 
 part he had not done in six weeks, and I was in danger 
 to lose reputation, &c. He took the matter right, desired 
 me to be with him on Sunday morning, and promises me to 
 finish the affair in four days ; so I shall know in a little time 
 what I have to trust to. — It is nine o'clock, and I must go 
 study, you little rogues ; and so good night, &c. 
 
 30. Morning. The weather grows cold, you sauce-boxes. 
 Sir Andrew Fountaine, they bring me word, is better. I'll 
 go rise, for my hands are starving while I write in bed. — 
 Night. Now Sir Andrew Fountaine is recovering, he desires 
 to be at ease ; for I called in the morning to read prayers, 
 but he had given orders not to be disturbed. I have lost a 
 legacy by his living ; for he told me he had left me a picture 
 and some books, &c. I called to see my quondam neigh- 
 bour Ford, (do you know what quondam is though ?) and he 
 engaged me to dine with him ; for he always dines at home 
 on opera days. I came home at six, writ to the Arch- 
 bishop, then studied till past eleven, and stole to bed, to 
 write to MD these few lines to let you know I am in good 
 health at the present writing hereof, and hope in God MD 
 is so too. I wonder I never write politics to you : I could 
 make you the profoundest politician in all the lane. — Well, 
 but when shall we answer this letter, N. 8, of MD's ? Not 
 till next year, faith. O Lord — bo — but that will be a 
 Monday next. Cod's so, is it ? and so it is : never saw the 
 like. — I made a pun t'other day to Ben Portlack about a
 
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 pair of drawers. Poh, said he, that's mine a all over. 
 
 Pray, pray, Dingley, let me go sleep ; pray, pray, Stella, let 
 me go slumber, and put out my wax candle. 
 
 31. Morning. It is now seven, and I have got a fire, 
 but am writing abed in my bedchamber. 'Tis not shaving 
 day, so I shall be ready early to go before church to Mr 
 St John, and to-morrow I will answer our MD's letter. 
 
 Would you answer MD's letter, 
 On New-year's-day you'll do it better : 
 For when the year with MD 'gins, 
 It without MD never lins. 
 
 These proverbs have always old words in them ; lins is leave 
 off. 
 
 But if on New-year you write nones, 
 MD then will bang your bones. — 
 
 But Patrick says I must rise. — Night. I was early this 
 morning with Secretary St John, and gave him a memorial 
 to get the Queen's letter for the First-Fruits, who has 
 promised to do it in a very few days. He told me he had 
 been with the Duke of Marlborough, who was lamenting his 
 former wrong steps in joining with the Whigs, and said he 
 was worn out with age, fatigues, and misfortunes. I swear it 
 pitied me ; and I really think they will not do well in too 
 much mortifying that man, although indeed it is his own 
 fault. He is covetous as Hell, and ambitious as the prince 
 of it : he would fain have been General for life, and has 
 broken all endeavours for peace, to keep his greatness and 
 get money. He told the queen he was neither covetous nor 
 ambitious. She said, if she could have conveniently turned 
 about, she would have laughed, and could hardly forbear it 
 in his face. He fell in with all the abominable measures of 
 the late ministry, because they gratified him for their own 
 designs. Yet he has been a successful general, and I hope 
 he will continue his command. O Lord, smoke the politics 
 to MD. Well ; but if you like them, I swill scatter a little 
 now and then, and mine are all fresh from the chief hands. 
 Well, I dined with Mr Harley, and came away at six : there 
 was much company, and I was not merry at all. Mr Harley 
 made me read a paper of verses of Prior's. I read them 
 plain without any fine manner, and Prior swore I should
 
 88 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 never read any of his again ; but he would be revenged, and 
 read some of mine as bad. I excused myself, and said, I 
 was famous for reading verses the worst in the world, and 
 that every body snatched them from me when I offered to 
 begin. So we laughed. — Sir Andrew Fountaine still con- 
 tinues ill. He is plagued with some sort of bile. 
 
 January i. Morning. I wish my dearest pretty Dingley 
 and Stella a happy new-year, and health, and mirth, and 
 good stomachs, and Fr's company. Faith, I did not know 
 how to write Fr. I wondered what was the matter ; but 
 now I remember I always write Pdfr.^ Patrick wishes me a 
 happy new year, and desires I would rise, for it is a good 
 fire, and faith 'tis cold. I was so politic last night with MD, 
 never saw the like. Get the Examiners, and read them ; 
 the last nine or ten are full of the reasons for the late change, 
 and of the abuses of the last ministry ; and the great men 
 assure me they are all true. They are written^ by their 
 encouragement and direction. I must rise and go see Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine; but perhaps to-night I may answer 
 MD's letter ; so good morrow, my mistresses all, good 
 morrow. 
 
 I wish you both a merry new year, 
 
 Roast beef, minced pies, and good strong beer, 
 
 And me a share of your good cheer. 
 
 That I was there, or you were here, 
 
 And you're a little saucy dear. 
 
 Good morrow again, dear sirrahs ; one cannot rise for your 
 play. — At night. I went this morning to visit Lady Kerry 
 and Lord Shelburn, and they made me dine with them. Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine is better. And now let us come and see 
 what this saucy dear letter of MD says. Come out, letter, 
 come out from between the sheets ; here it is underneath, 
 and it won't come out. Come out again, I say ; so there. 
 Here it is. What says Presto to me, pray ? says it. Come, 
 and let me answer for you to your ladies. Hold up your 
 head then, like a good letter. There. Pray, how have you 
 got up with Presto, INIadam Stella ? You write your eighth 
 when you receive mine : now I write my twelfth when I re- 
 ceive your eighth. Don't you allow for what are upon the 
 
 ^ See Introduction, p. xvi. 
 ' By Swift himself.
 
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 road, simpleton ? what say you to that ? and so you kept 
 Presto's Httle birthday, I warrant : would to God I had been 
 at the health, rather than here, where I have no manner of 
 pleasure, nothing but eternal business upon my hands. I 
 shall grow wise in time ; but no more of that : only I say 
 Amen with my heart and vitals, that we may never be 
 asunder again ten days together while poor Presto lives. 
 
 I can't be merry so near any 
 
 splenetic talk ; so I made that long Hne, and now all's well 
 again. Yes, your are a pretending slut, indeed, with your 
 fourth and fifth in the margin, and your journal, and every 
 thing. Wind — we saw no wind here, nothing at all extraor- 
 dinary at any time. We had it once when you had it not. 
 But an old saying and a true ; 
 
 I hate all wind, before and behind, 
 From cheeks with eyes, or from blind. 
 
 Your chimney fall down ! God preserve you. I suppose you 
 only mean a brick or two : but that's a damned lie of your 
 chimney being carried to the next house with the wind. 
 Don't put such things upon us ; those matters will not pass 
 here ; keep a little to possibilities. My Lord Hertford ^ 
 would have been ashamed of such a stretch. You should 
 take care of what company you converse with : when one 
 gets that faculty, 'tis hard to break one's self of it. Jemmy 
 Leigh talks of going over ; but quando ? I don't know 
 when he'll go. O, now you have had my ninth, now you are 
 come up with me ; marry come up with you, indeed. I know 
 
 all that business of Lady S. Will nobody cut that D y's 
 
 throat ! Five hundred pounds do you call poor pay for 
 living three months the life of a king ? They say she died 
 with grief, partly being forced to appear as witness in court 
 about some squabble among their servants. — The Bishop of 
 Clogher showed you a pamphlet.^ Well, but you must not 
 give your mind to believe those things ; people will say any 
 thing. The character is here reckoned admirable, but most 
 of the facts are trifles. It was first printed privately here ; 
 and then some bold cur ventured to do it publicly, and sold 
 
 ^ Son of the Duke of Somerset. 
 
 ^ The " Character of Thomas, Earl of Wharton," written by Swift 
 himself.
 
 go JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 two thousand in two days : who the author is must remain 
 uncertain. Do you pretend to know, impudence ? how 
 durst you think so ? pox on your parhaments : the Arch- 
 bishop has told me of it ; but we do not vouchsafe to know 
 any thing of it here. No, no, no more giddiness yet ; thank 
 you, Stella, for asking after it ; thank you ; God Almighty 
 bless you for your kindness to poor Presto. You write to 
 Lady Giffard and your mother upon what I advise, when it 
 is too late. But yet I fancy this bad news will bring down 
 stocks so low, that one might buy to great advantage. I de- 
 sign to venture going to see your mother some day when 
 Lady Giffard is abroad. Well, keep your Rathburn and 
 stuff. I thought he was to pay in your money upon his 
 houses to be flung down about the what do you call it ? — 
 Well, Madam Dingley, I sent your enclosed to Bristol, but 
 have not heard from Raymond since he went. Come, come, 
 young women, I keep a good fire ; it costs me twelvepence 
 a-week, and I fear something more; vex me, and I'll have 
 one in my bedchamber too. No, did not I tell you but just 
 now, we have no high winds here? Have you forgot already? 
 — Now you're at it again, silly Stella ; why does your 
 mother say, my candles are scandalous ? they are good sixes 
 in the pound, and she said I was extravagant enough to burn 
 them by daylight. I never burn fewer at a time than one. 
 
 What would people have ? the D burst Hawkshaw. He 
 
 told me he had not the box, and the next day Sterne ' told 
 me he had sent it a fortnight ago ; Patrick could not find 
 him t'other day, but he shall to-morrow : dear life and 
 heart, do you teaze me ? does Stella tease Presto ? that palsy 
 water was in the box : it was too big for a packet, and I was 
 afraid of its breaking. Leigh was not in town then, or I 
 would not have trusted it to Sterne, whom yet I have be- 
 friended enough to do me more kindness than that. I'll 
 never rest till you have it, or till it is in a way for you to 
 have it. Poor dear rogue, naughty to think it teazes me : 
 how could I ever forgive myself for neglecting any thing that 
 related to your health? sure I were a devil if I did. ****** 
 See how far I am forced to stand from Stella, because I 
 am afraid she thinks poor Presto has not been careful about 
 
 * Clerk to the Irish House of Lords (see p. 33).
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 91 
 
 her little things ; I am sure I bought them immediately 
 according to order, and packed them up with my own hands, 
 and sent them to Sterne, and was six times with him about 
 sending them away. I am glad you are pleased with your 
 glasses. I have got another velvet cap, a new one Lord 
 Herbert bought and presented me one morning I was at 
 breakfast with him, where he was as merry and easy as ever 
 I saw him, yet had received a challenge half an hour before, 
 and half an hour after fought a duel. It was about ten days 
 ago. You are mistaken in your guesses about Tatlers : I did 
 neither write that on Noses, ^ nor Religion,^ nor do I send 
 him of late any hints at all. — Indeed, Stella, when I read 
 your letter, I was not uneasy at all ; but when I came to 
 answer the particulars, and found that you had not received 
 your box, it grated me to the heart, because I thought 
 through your little words, that you imagined I had not 
 taken the care I ought. But there has been some blunder 
 in this matter, which I will know to-morrow, and write to 
 Sterne, for fear he should not be within. — And pray, pray. 
 Presto, pray now do. — No, Raymond was not above four 
 times with me while he staid, and then only while I was 
 dressing. Mrs Fenton has written me another letter about 
 some money of hers in Lady Giffard's hands, that is intrusted 
 to me by my mother, not to come to her husband. I send 
 my letters constantly every fortnight, and if you will have 
 them oftener you may, but then they will be the shorter. 
 Pray, let Parvisol sell the horse. I think I spoke to you of 
 it in a former letter : I am glad you are rid of him, and was 
 in pain while I thought you rode him : but if he would buy 
 you another, or any body else, and that you could be often 
 able to ride, why don't you do it ? 
 
 2. I went this morning early to the Secretary of State, Mr 
 St John, and he told me from Mr Harley, that the warrant 
 was now drawn, in order for a patent for the First-Fruits : it 
 must pass through several offices, and take up some time, 
 because in things the Queen gives, they are always con- 
 siderate ; but that he assures me 'tis granted and done, and 
 past all dispute, and desires I will not be in any pain at all. 
 I will write again to the Archbishop to-morrow, and tell him 
 
 ^ " Tatler," No. 260. It was written by Steele and Addisoa. 
 ^ " Tatler," No. 257. Written by Steele and Addison.
 
 92 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 this, and I desire you will say it on occasion. From the 
 secretary I went to Mr Sterne, who said he would write to 
 you to-night, and that the box must be at Chester, and that 
 some friend of his goes very soon, and will carry it over. 1 
 dined with Mr Secretary St John, and at six went to Darte- 
 neuf s house to drink punch with him, and Mr Addison, and 
 little Harrison, a young poet, whose fortune I am making. 
 Steele was to have been there, but came not, nor never did 
 twice, since I knew him, to any appointment. I staid till 
 past eleven, and am now in bed. Steele's last Tatler came 
 out to-day. You will see it before this comes to you, and 
 how he takes leave of the world. He never told so much as 
 Mr Addison of it, who was surprised as much as I ; but to 
 say the truth, it was time, for he grew cruel dull and dry. To 
 my knowledge he had several good hints to go upon ; but he 
 was so lazy and weary of the work, that he would not im- 
 prove them. I think I'll send this after^ to-morrow : shall I 
 before 'tis full, Dingley ? 
 
 3. Lord Peterborow yesterday called me into a barber's 
 shop, and there we talked deep politics : he desired me to 
 dine with him to-day at the Globe in the Strand ; he said he 
 would show me so clearly how to get Spain, that I could not 
 possibly doubt it. I went to-day accordingly, and saw him 
 among half a dozen lawyers and attornies and hang dogs, 
 signing of deeds and stuff before his journey ; for he goes to- 
 morrow to Vienna. I sat among that scurvy company till 
 after four, but heard nothing of Spain ; only I find by what 
 he told me before, that he fears he shall do no good in his 
 present journey. We are to be mighty constant correspond- 
 ents. So I took my leave of him, and called at Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine's, who mends much. I came home, an't please 
 you, at six, and have been studying till now past eleven. 
 
 4. Morning. Morrow, little dears. O, faith, I have been 
 dreaming; I was to be put in prison, I don't know why, 
 and I was so afraid of a black dungeon : and then all I had 
 been inquiring yesterday of Sir Andrew Fountaine's sickness 
 I thought was of poor Stella. The worst of dreams is, that 
 one wakes just in the humour they leave one. Shall I send 
 this to-day ? with all my heart : it is two days within the 
 
 ^ "After is underlined." (Note to original edition.)
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 93 
 
 fortnight ; but may be MD are in haste to have a round 
 dozen, and then how are you come up to me with your 
 eighth, young women? But you indeed ought to write 
 twice slower than I, because there are two of you ; I own 
 that. — Well then, I will seal up this letter by my morning 
 candle, and carry it into the city with me, where I go to 
 dine, and put it in the post-office with my own fair hands. 
 So let me see whether I have any news to tell MD. They 
 say, they will very soon make some inquiries into the 
 corruptions of the late ministry : and they must do it, to 
 justify their turning them out. Atterbury, we think, is to be 
 Dean of Christchurch in Oxford; but the college would 
 rather have Smallridge. — What's all this to you ? what care 
 you for Atterburys and Smallridges? No, you care for 
 nothing but Presto, faith. So I'll rise and bid you fare- 
 well ; yet I am loth to do so, because there is a great bit of 
 paper yet to talk upon ; but Dingley will have it so ; yes, says 
 she, make your journals shorter, and send them oftener ; 
 and so I will. And I have cheated you another way too ; 
 for this is clipped paper, and holds at least six lines less than 
 the former ones. I'll tell you a good thing I said to my 
 
 Lord Carteret. So, says he, my Lord came up to me, 
 
 and asked me, &c. No, said I, my Lord never did, 
 
 nor ever can come up to you. We all pun here sometimes. 
 Lord Carteret set down Prior t'other day in his chariot, 
 and Prior thanked him for his charity ; that was fit for 
 Dilly.^ I don't remember I heard one good one from the 
 ministry, which is really a shame. Henley is gone to the 
 country for Christmas. The puppy comes here without his 
 wife, and keeps no house, and would have me dine with him 
 at eating-houses ; but I have only done it once, and will do 
 it no more. He had not seen me for some time in the 
 coffeehouse, and, asking after me, desired Lord Herbert to 
 tell me, I was a beast for ever after the order of Melchisedec. 
 Did you ever read the Scripture? it is only changing the 
 word priest to beast. — I think I am bewitched to write so 
 much in a morning to you, little MD. Let me go, will you ? 
 and I'll come again to-night in a fine clean sheet of paper ; 
 but I can nor will stay no longer now ; no, I won't, for all 
 
 ^ Dillon Ashe, brother of the Bishop of Clogher, vicar of Finglas. 
 afterwards the poet Parnell's parish.
 
 94 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 your wheedling : no, no, look off, don't smile at me, and 
 say, pray, pray. Presto, write a little more. Ah ! you're a 
 wheedling slut, you be so. Nay, but pray thee turn about, 
 and let me go, do : 'Tis a good girl, and do. O faith, my 
 morning candle is just out, and I must go now in spite of 
 my teeth; for my bed-chamber is dark with curtains, and 
 I'm at the wrong side. So farewell, &c. &c. 
 
 I am in the dark almost : I must have another candle, 
 when I am up, to seal this ; but I'll fold it up in the dark, 
 and make what you can of this, for I can only see this 
 paper I am writing upon. Service to Mrs Walls and Mrs 
 Stoyte. 
 
 God Almighty bless you, &c. What I am doing I can't 
 see ; but I'll fold it up, and not look on it again. 
 
 LETTER XIII. 
 
 London, Jan. 4, 1710-II. 
 
 I was going into the city (where I dijied) and put my 
 12 th, with my own fair hands, into the post-office as I came 
 back, which was not till nine this night. I dined with people 
 that you never heard of, nor is it worth your while to know ; 
 an authoress ^ and a printer. I walked home for exercise, 
 and at eleven got to bed ; and all the while I was undress- 
 ing myself, there was I speaking monkey things in air, just 
 as if MD had been by, and did not recollect myself till I got 
 into bed. I writ last night to the Archbishop, and told him 
 the warrant was drawn for the First Fruits, and I told him 
 Lord Peterborow was set out for his journey to Vienna : but 
 it seems the lords have addressed to have him stay to be 
 examined about Spanish affairs, upon this defeat there, and 
 to know where the fault lay, &c. So I writ to the Arch- 
 bishop a lie ; but I think it was not a sin. 
 
 5. Mr Secretary St John sent for me this morning so 
 early, that I was forced to go without shaving, which put me 
 quite out of method : I called at Mr Ford's, and desired 
 him to lend me a shaving, and so made a shift to get into 
 order again. Lord ! here's an impertinence : Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine's mother and sister are come above a hundred 
 
 * Probably Mrs. De La Riviere Manley.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA 95 
 
 miles from Worcester to see him before he died. They got 
 here but yesterday, and he must have been past hopes, or 
 past fears, before they could reach him. I fell a scolding 
 when I heard they were coming ; and the people about him 
 wondered at me, and said what a mighty content it would be 
 on both sides to die when they were with him. I knew the 
 mother ; she is the greatest Overdo upon earth, and the 
 sister, they say, is worse ; the poor man will relapse again 
 among them. Here was the scoundrel brother always cry- 
 ing in the outer room till Sir Andrew was in danger, and 
 the dog was to have all his estate if he died ; and 'tis an 
 ignorant, worthless, scoundrel rake : and the nurses were com- 
 forting him, and desiring he would not take on so. I dined 
 to-day the first time with Ophy Butler and his wife ; and 
 you supped with the Dean, and lost two-and-twenty pence at 
 cards. And so Mrs Walls is brought to bed of a girl, who 
 died two days after it was christened ; and betwixt you and 
 me, she is not very sorry : she loves her ease and diversions 
 too well to be troubled with children. I will go to bed. 
 
 6. Morning. I went last night to put some coals on my 
 fire, after Patrick was gone to bed ; and there I saw in a 
 closet a poor linnet he has bought to bring over to Dingley : 
 it cost him sixpence, and is as tame as a dormouse. I 
 believe he does not know he is a bird : where you put him, 
 there he stands, and seems to have neither hope nor fear ; I 
 suppose in a week he will die of the spleen. Patrick ad- 
 vised with me before he bought him. I laid fairly before 
 him the greatness of the sum, and the rashness of the 
 attempt ; showed how impossible it was to carry him safe 
 over the salt sea : but he would not take my counsel, and 
 he'll repent it. 'Tis very cold this morning in bed, and I 
 hear there is a good fire in the room without, what do 
 you call it, the dining-room. I hope it will be good 
 weather, and so let me rise, sirrahs, do so. — At night. I 
 was this morning to visit the Dean, or Mr. Prolocutor, I 
 think you call him, don't you ? Why should not I go to 
 the Dean's as well as you ? A little black man of pretty near 
 fifty ? Ay, the same. A good pleasant man ? Ay, the 
 same. Cunning enough ? Yes. One that understands his 
 own interest ? As well as any body. How comes it MD 
 and I don't meet there sometimes? A very good face,
 
 g6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 and abundance of wit ; do you know his lady ? O Lord ! ^ 
 whom do you mean? I mean Dr Atterbury, Dean of 
 Carhsle, and prolocutor. Pshaw, Presto, you are a fool; I 
 thought you had meant our Dean of St Patrick's. — Silly, 
 silly, silly, you are silly, both are silly, every kind of thing is 
 silly. As I walked into the city, I was stopped with clusters 
 of boys and wenches, buzzing about the cakeshops like 
 flies. There had the fools let out their shops two yards 
 forward into the streets, all spread with great cakes frothed 
 with sugar, and stuck with streamers of tinsel. And then I 
 went to Bateman's, the bookseller, and laid out eight-and- 
 forty shillings for books. I bought three little volumes of 
 Lucian, in French, for our Stella, and so, and so. Then I 
 went to Garraway's, to meet Stratford, and dine with him ; 
 but it was an idle day with the merchants, and he was gone 
 to our end of the town : so I dined with Thomas Frankland, 
 at the post-office, and we drank your Manley's health. It 
 was in a newspaper that he was turned out, but Secretary 
 St John told me it was false; only that newswriter is a 
 plaguy Tory. I have not seen one bit of Christmas 
 merriment. 
 
 7. Morning. Your new Lord-Chancellor* sets out to- 
 morrow for Ireland : I never saw him. He carries over one 
 Trapp, a parson, as his chaplain, a sort of pretender to 
 wit, a second-rate pamphleteer for the cause, whom they pay 
 by sending him to Ireland. I never saw Trapp neither. I 
 met Tighe, and your Smyth, of Lovet's, yesterday by the 
 Exchange. Tighe and I took no notice of each other : but 
 I stopped Smyth, and told him of the box that lies for you 
 at Chester, because he says he goes very soon to Ireland, I 
 think this week : and I will send this morning to Sterne, to 
 take measures with Smyth ; so good morrow, sirrahs, and let 
 me rise, pray. I took up this paper when I came in at 
 evening, I mean this minute, and then, said I, No, no, 
 indeed, MD, you must stay, and then was laying it aside, but 
 could not for my heart, though I am very busy, till I just 
 ask you how you do since morning; by and by we shall 
 
 ^ " Dr. Sterne, Dean of St. Patrick's, was not a married man, which 
 seems to have been the cause of this surprise in MD." (Note in original 
 edition.) 
 
 ■■* Sir Constantine Phipps.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA 97 
 
 talk more, so let me leave you softly down, little paper, till 
 then ; so there — now to business ; there, I say, get you 
 gone : no, I won't push you neither, but hand you on one 
 side — So — Now I am got into bed, I'll talk with you. Mr 
 Secretary St John sent for me this morning in all haste ; but 
 I would not lose my shaving for fear of missing church. I 
 went to court, which is of late always very full, and young 
 Manley and I dined at Sir Matthew Dudley's. I must talk 
 poUtics. I protest I am afraid we shall all be embroiled 
 with parties. The Whigs, now they are fallen, are the most 
 malicious toads in the world. We have had now a second 
 misfortune, the loss of several Virginia ships. I fear 
 people will begin to think that nothing thrives under this 
 ministry : and if the ministry can once be rendered odious to 
 the people, the Parliament may be chosen Whig or Tory, as 
 the Queen pleases. Then I think our friends press a httle too 
 hard on the Duke of Marlborough. The country members 
 are violent to have past faults inquired into, and they have 
 reason ; but I do not observe the ministry to be very fond 
 of it. In my opinion, we have nothing to save us but a 
 peace, and I am sure we cannot have such a one as we 
 hoped, and then the Whigs will bawl what they would have 
 done had they continued in power. I tell the ministry this 
 as much as I dare, and shall venture to say a little more to 
 them, especially about the Duke of Marlborough, who, as 
 the Whigs give out, will lay down his command; and I 
 question whether ever any wise state laid aside a general who 
 had been successful nine years together, whom the enemy 
 so much dread, and his own soldiers cannot but believe 
 must always conquer ; and you know that in war opinion is 
 nine parts in ten. The ministry hear me always with 
 appearance of regard, and much kindness ; but I doubt they 
 let personal quarrels mingle too much with their proceed- 
 ings. Meantime, they seem to value all this as nothing, 
 and are as easy and merry as if they had nothing in their 
 hearts, or upon their shoulders; like physicians, who 
 endeavour to cure, but feel no grief, whatever the patient 
 suffers. Pshaw, what's all this ? Do you know one thing, 
 that I find I can write politics to you much easier than to 
 any body alive ? But I swear my head is full, and I wish I 
 were at Laracor, with dear charming MD, &c 
 
 II. H
 
 98 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 8. Morning. Methinks, young women, I have made a 
 great progress in four days, at the bottom of this side 
 already, and no letter yet come from MD. (That word 
 interlined is morning.) I find I have been writing state 
 affairs to MD. How do they relish it? Why, any thing 
 that comes from Presto is welcome ; though really, to con- 
 fess the truth, if they had their choice, not to disguise the 
 matter, they had rather, Szc. Now, Presto, I must tell you, 
 you grow silly, says Stella. That's but one body's opinion, 
 madam. I promised to be with Mr Secretary St John this 
 morning ; but I am lazy, and won't go, because I had a 
 letter from him yesterday, to desire I would dine there to 
 day. I shall be chid, but what care I ? Here has been 
 Mrs South with me, just come from Sir Andrew Fountaine, 
 and going to market. He is still in a fever, and may live 
 or die. His mother and sister are now come up, and in the 
 house, so there's a lurry. I gave Mrs South half a pistole, 
 for a new-year's gift. So good morrow, dears both, till 
 anon. — At night. Lord, I have been with Mr Secretary 
 from dinner till eight ; and, though I drank wine and water, 
 I am.. so hot! Lady Stanley came to visit Mrs St John, 
 and sent up for me, to make up a quarrel with Mrs St John, 
 whom I never yet saw ; and do you think that devil of a 
 Secretary would let me go, but kept me by main force, 
 though I told him I was in love with his lady, and it was a 
 shame to keep back a lover, &c. But all would not do. So 
 at last I was forced to break away, but never went up, it 
 was then too late ; and here I am, and have a great deal to 
 do to-night, though it be nine o'clock ; but one must say 
 something to these naughty MDs, else there will be no 
 quiet. 
 
 9. To-day Ford and I set apart to go into the city to buy 
 books ; but we only had a scurvy dinner at an alehouse, and 
 he. made me go to the tavernpajid^drink Florence, four and 
 'Sixpence a flask\ damned winel^'^o I spent my money, 
 which I seldom dopSntl" past an insipid day, and saw no- 
 body, and it is now ten o'clock, and I have nothing to say, 
 but that 'tis a fortnight to-morrow since I had a letter from 
 MD, but if I have it time enough to answer here, 'tis well 
 enough, otherwise woe betide you, faith ; I'll go to the 
 toyman's here just in Pali-Mall, and he sells great hugeous
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA •. 99 
 
 batoons ; yes, faith, and so he does. Does not he, Dingley ? 
 Yes, faith. Don't lose your money this Christmas. 
 
 10. I must go this morning to Mr Secretary St John. I 
 promised yesterday, but failed, so can't write any more 
 till night, to poor dear MD. — At night. O, faith, Dingley, 
 I had company in the morning, and could not go where I 
 designed; and I had a basket from Raymond at Bristol, 
 with six bottles of wine, and a pound of chocolate, and 
 some tobacco to snuff; and he writ under, the carriage was 
 paid ; but he lied, or I am cheated, or there is a mistake ; 
 and he has written to me so confusedly about things, that 
 Lucifer could not understand him. This wine is to be 
 drank with Harley's brother and Sir Robert Raymond, 
 solicitor-general, in order to recommend the doctor to your 
 new lord chancellor, who left this place on Monday, and 
 Raymond says he is hasting to Chester to go with him. I 
 suppose he leaves his wife behind ; for, when he left 
 London, he had no thoughts of stirring till summer. So I 
 suppose he will be with you before this. Ford came and 
 desired I would dine with him, because it was opera day, 
 which I did, and sent excuses to Lord Shelburn, who had 
 invited me. 
 
 11. I am setting up a new Tatler,' little Harrison, whom 
 I have mentioned to you. Others have put him on it, and 
 I encourage him ; and he was with me this morning and 
 evening, showing me his first, which comes out on Saturday. 
 I doubt he will not succeed, for I do not much approve his 
 manner ; but the scheme is Mr Secretary St John's and 
 mine, and would have done well enough in good hands. I 
 recommended him to a printer, whom I sent for, and settled 
 the matter between them this evening. Harrison has just 
 left me, and I am tired with correcting his trash. 
 
 12. I was this morning upon some business with Mr 
 Secretary St John, and he made me promise to dine with 
 him, which otherwise I would have done with Mr Harley, 
 whom I have not been with these ten days. I cannot but 
 think they have mighty difficulties upon them ; yet I always 
 find them as easy and disengaged as schoolboys on a 
 holiday. Harley has the procuring of five or six millions on 
 
 ' Steele's "Tatler" came to an end on Jan. 2nd, 1711 (No. 271). 
 The new venture was not a great success.
 
 lOO JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 his shoulders, and the Whigs will not lend a groat ; which 
 is the only reason of the fall of stocks : for they are like 
 Quakers and fanatics, that will only deal among themselves, 
 while all others deal indifferently with them. Lady Marl- 
 borough offers, if they will let her keep her employments, 
 never to come into the queen's presence. The Whigs say 
 the Duke of Marlborough will serve no more ; but I hope 
 and think otherwise. I would to Heaven I were this minute 
 with MD at Dublin ; for I am weary of politics that give me 
 such melancholy prospects. 
 
 13. O faith, I had an ugly giddy fit last night in my 
 chamber, and I have got a new box of pills to take, and 
 hope I shall have no more this good while. I would not 
 tell you before, because it would vex you, little rogues ; but 
 now it is over. I dined to-day with Lord Shelburn, and to- 
 day little Harrison's new Tatler came out; there is not 
 much in it, but I hope he will mend. You must under- 
 stand, that, upon Steele's leaving off, there were two or three 
 scrub Tatlers came out, and one of them holds on still, and 
 to-day it advertized against Harrison's ; and so there must 
 be disputes which are genuine, like the straps for razors.^ I 
 am afraid the litde toad has not the true vein for it. I'll 
 tell you a copy of verses. When Mr St John was turned 
 out from being secretary at war, three years ago, he retired 
 to the country : there he was talking of something he would 
 have written over his summer-house, and a gendeman gave 
 him these verses : 
 
 From business and the noisy world retired, 
 Nor vex'd by love, nor by ambition fired ; 
 Gently I wait the call of Charon's boat, 
 Still drinking like a fish, and like a stoat. 
 
 He swore to me he could hardly bear the jest ; for he pre- 
 tended to retire like a philosopher, though he was but 
 twenty-eight years old : and I believe the thing was true ; 
 for he had been a thorough rake. I think the three grave 
 Unes do introduce the last well enough. Od so; but I'll 
 go sleep ; I sleep early now. 
 
 14. O faith, young women, I want a letter from MD ; 'tis 
 
 1 " The inventors of straps for razors have written against one anothef 
 this way for several years" (" Tatler," No. 224).
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA lOI 
 
 now nineteen days since I had the last ; and where have 
 I room to answer it, pray ? I hope I shall send this away 
 ■without any answer at all ; for I'll hasten it, and away it 
 goes on Tuesday, by which time this side will be full. I'll 
 send it two days sooner on purpose out of spite, and the very 
 next day after, you must know, your letter will come, and 
 then 'tis too late, and I'll so laugh, never saw the like ! 
 'Tis spring with us already, I ate asparagus t'other day. 
 Did you ever see such a frostless winter ? Sir Andrew Foun- 
 taine lies still extremely ill ; it costs him ten guineas a-day to 
 doctors, surgeons, and apothecaries, and has done so these 
 three weeks. I dined to-day with Mr Ford ; he sometimes 
 chooses to dine at home, and I am content to dine with him ; 
 and at night I called at the coffeehouse, where I had not been 
 in a week, and talked coldly a while with Mr. Addison ; all 
 our friendship and dearness are off : we are civil acquaintance, 
 talk words of course, of when we shall meet, and that's all. 
 I have not been at any house with him these six weeks : 
 t'other day we were to have dined together at the Comp- 
 troller's ; ^ but I sent my excuses, being engaged to the 
 Secretary of State. Is not it odd ? But I think he has used 
 me ill, and I have used him too well, at least his friend 
 Steele. 
 
 15. It has cost me three guineas to-day for a periwig. I 
 am undone ! It was made by a Leicester lad, who married 
 Mr Worrall's daughter, where my mother lodged; so I 
 thought it would be cheap, and especially since he lives in 
 the city. Well, London lickpenny : ^ I find it true. I have 
 given Harrison hints for another Tatler to-morrow. The 
 jackanapes wants a right taste; I doubt he won't do. I 
 dined with my friend Lewis of the secretary's ofifice, and am 
 got home early, because I have much business to do ; but 
 before I begin I must needs say something to MD, faith — 
 No, faith, I lie, it is but nineteen days to-day since my last 
 from MD. I have got Mr Harley to promise that whatever 
 changes are made in the council, the Bishop of Clogher shall 
 not be removed, and he has got a memorial accordingly. I 
 will let the Bishop know so much in a post or two. This is 
 
 ^ Sir John Holland's. 
 
 ^ I.e. lack-penny. A popular saying, as well as the name of a poem 
 ascribed to Lydgate.
 
 102 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 a secret ; but I know he has enemies, and they shall not be 
 gratified, if they designed any such thing, which perhaps they 
 might ; for some changes there will be made. So drink up 
 your claret, and be quiet, and don't lose your money. 
 
 1 6. Morning. Faith I will send this letter to-day to shame • 
 you, if I han't one from MD before night, that's certain. 
 Won't you grumble for want of the third side, pray now ? 
 Yes, I warrant you ; yes, yes, you shall have the third, you 
 shall so, when you can catch it, some other time ; when you 
 be writing, girls. — O faith, I think I won't stay till night, 
 but seal up this just now, and carry it in my pocket, and 
 whip it into the post-office as I come home at evening. I 
 am going out early this morning. — Patrick's bills for coals 
 and candles, &c., come sometimes to three shillings a-week ; 
 I keep very good fires, though the weather be warm. Ireland 
 will never be happy till you get small coal likewise ; nothing 
 so easy, so convenient, so cheap, so pretty for lighting a fire. 
 My service to Mrs Stoyte and Walls, has she a boy or a girl ? 
 A girl, hmm ; and died in a week, hmmm, and was poor 
 Stella forced to stand for godmother? — Let me know how 
 accounts stand, that you may have your money betimes. 
 There's four months for my lodging, that must be thought 
 on too : and so go dine with Manley, and lose your money, 
 do extravagant sluttikin, but don't fret. — It will be just 
 three weeks when I have the next letter, that's to-morrow. 
 Farewell, dearest beloved MD, and love poor, poor Presto, 
 who has not had one happy day since he left you, as hope 
 saved. — It is the last sally I will ever make, but I hope it 
 will turn to some account. I have done more for these,^ 
 and I think they are more honest than the last ; however, I 
 will not be disappointed. I would make MD and me easy; 
 and I never desired more. Farewell, &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XIV. 
 
 London, January l6, 1710-II. 
 
 O faith, young women, I have sent my letter N. 13, with- 
 out one crumb of an answer to any of MD's ; there's for 
 you now ; and yet Presto ben't angry faith, not a bit, only 
 
 ' The present ministers.
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA IO3 
 
 he will begin to be in pain next Irish post, except he sees 
 MD's little handwriting in the glass frame at the bar of 
 St James's Coffeehouse, where Presto would never go but 
 for that purpose. Presto's at home, God help him, every 
 night from six till bed time, and has as little enjoyment or 
 pleasure in life at present as any body in the world, although 
 in full favour with all the ministry. As hope saved, nothing 
 gives Presto any sort of dream of happiness, but a letter now 
 and then from his own dearest MD. I love the expectation of 
 it, and when it does not come, I comfort myself, that I have 
 it yet to be happy with. Yes, faith, and when I write to 
 MD, I am happy too ; it is just as if methinks you were here, 
 and I prating to you, and telling you where I have been : 
 Well, says you, Presto, come, where have you been to-day ? 
 come, let 's hear now. And so then I answer ; Ford and I 
 were visiting Mr Lewis, and Mr Prior, and Prior has given 
 me a fine Plautus, and then Ford would have had me dine at 
 his lodgings, and so I would not ; and so I dined with him 
 at an eating-house ; which I have not done five times since 
 I came here ; and so I came home, after visiting Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine's mother and sister, and Sir Andrew Fountaine 
 is mending, though slowly. 
 
 17. I was making, this morning, some general visits, and 
 at twelve I called at the coffeehouse for a letter from MD ; 
 so the man said he had given it to Patrick ; then I went to 
 the Court of Requests and Treasury to find Mr Harley, and 
 after some time spent in mutual reproaches, I promised to 
 dine with him ; I staid there till seven, then called at 
 Sterne's and Leigh's to talk about your box, and to have it 
 sent by Smyth. Sterne says he has been making inquiries, 
 and will set things right as soon as possible. I suppose it 
 lies at Chester, at least I hope so, and only wants a lift over 
 to you. Here has little Harrison been to complain, that the 
 printer I recommended to him for his Tatler is a coxcomb ; 
 and yet to see how things will happen ; for this very printer 
 is my cousin, his name is Dryden Leach; did you never 
 hear of Dryden Leach, he that prints the Postman? He 
 acted Oroonoko, he's in love with Miss Cross. — Well, so I 
 came home to read my letter from Stella, but the dog Patrick 
 was abroad ; at last he came, and I got my letter ; I found 
 another hand had superscribed it ; when I opened it, I
 
 I04 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 found it written all in French, and subscribed Bernage: 
 faith, I was ready to fling it at Patrick's head. Bernage 
 tells me, had been to desire your recommendation to me to 
 make him a captain ; and your cautious answer, " That he 
 had as much power with me as you," was a notable one ; if 
 you were here, I would present you to the ministry as a 
 person of ability. Bernage should let me know where to 
 write to him ; this is the second letter I have had without 
 any direction ; however, I beg I may not have a third, but 
 that you will ask him, and send me how I shall direct to 
 him. In the mean time, tell him, that if regiments are 
 to be raised here, as he says, I will speak to George Gran- 
 ville, Secretary at War, to make him a captain ; and use 
 what other interest I conveniently can. I think that is 
 enough, and so tell him, and don't trouble me with his 
 letters when I expect them from MD ; do you hear, young 
 women, write to Presto. 
 
 1 8. I was this morning with Mr Secretary St John, and 
 we were to dine at Mr Harley's alone, about some business 
 of importance, but there were two or three gentlemen there. 
 Mr Secretary and I went together from his office to Mr 
 Harley's, and thought to have been very wise ; but the 
 deuce a bit : the company staid, and more came, and 
 Harley went away at seven, and the Secretary and I staid 
 with the rest of the company till eleven ; I would then have 
 had him come away, but he was in for't; and though he 
 swore he would come away at that flask, there I left him. 
 I wonder at the civility of these people; when he saw I 
 would drink no more, he would always pass the bottle by 
 me, and yet I could not keep the toad from drinking him- 
 self, nor he would not let me go neither, nor Masham, who 
 was with us. When I got home I found a parcel directed to 
 me, and opening it, I found a pamphlet written entirely 
 against myself, not by name, but against something I writ : 
 it is pretty civil, and affects to be so, and I think I will take 
 no notice of it ; 'tis against something written very lately ; 
 and indeed I know not what to say, nor do I care ; and so 
 you are a saucy rogue for losing your money to-day at 
 Stoyte's ; to let that bungler beat you, fy Stella, an't you 
 ashamed ? well, I forgive you this once, never do so again ; 
 no, noooo. Kiss and be friends, sirrah. — Come, let me go
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA I05 
 
 sleep ; I go earlier to bed than formerly ; and have not been 
 out so late these two months ; but the secretary was in a 
 drinking humour. So good night, myownlittledearsaucy- 
 insolentrogues. 
 
 19. Then you read that long word in the last line/ no 
 faith han't you. Well, when will this letter come from 
 our MD ? to-morrow or next day without fail ; yes faith, and 
 so it is coming. This was an insipid snowy day, no walking 
 day, and I dined gravely with Mrs Vanhomrigh, and came 
 home, and am now got to bed a little after ten ; I remember 
 old Culpepper's maxim : 
 
 Would you have a settled head, 
 You must early go to bed : 
 I tell you, and I tell't again, 
 You must be in bed at ten. 
 
 20. And so I went to-day with my new wig, o hoao, to 
 visit Lady Worsley, whom I had not seen before, although 
 she was near a month in town. Then I walked in the Park 
 to find Mr Ford, whom I had promised to meet, and coming 
 down the Mall, who should come towards me but Patrick, 
 and gives me five letters out of his pocket. I read the 
 superscription of the first, Pshoh, said I ; of the second, 
 pshoh again ; of the third, pshah, pshah, pshah ; of the 
 fourth, a gad, a gad, a gad, I'm in a rage ; of the fifth and 
 last, O hoooa ; ay marry this is something, this is our MD, 
 so truly we opened it, I think immediately, and it began the 
 most impudently in the world, thus ; Dear Presto, we are 
 even thus far. Now we are even, quoth Stephen, when he 
 gave his wife six blows for one. I received your ninth four 
 days after I had sent my thirteenth. But I'll reckon 
 with you anon about that, young women. Why did you 
 not recant at the end of your letter when you got my 
 eleventh ? tell me that huzzies base, were we even then, 
 were we, sirrah ? but I won't answer your letter now, 
 I'll keep it for another time. We had a great deal of 
 snow to-day, and 'tis terrible cold. I dined with Ford, 
 because it was his opera day and snowed, so I did not care 
 to stir farther. I'll send to-morrow to Smyth. 
 
 * " In that word there were some puzzling characters." (Note in 
 original edition.)
 
 I06 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan, 
 
 21. Morning. It has snowed terribly all night, and is 
 vengeance cold. I am not yet up, but cannot write long ; 
 my hands will freeze. Is there a good fire, Patrick ? Yes, 
 sir, then I'll rise ; come take away the candle. You must 
 know I write on the dark side of my bed-chamber, and am 
 forced to have a candle till I rise, for the bed stands between 
 me and the window, and I keep the curtains shut this cold 
 weather. So pray let me rise, and, Patrick, here take away 
 the candle. — At night. We are now here in high frost and 
 snow, the largest fire can hardly keep us warm. It is very 
 ugly walking; a baker's boy broke his thigh yesterday. 
 I walk slow, make short steps, and never tread on my heel. 
 'Tis a good proverb the Devonshire people have : 
 
 Walk fast in snow, 
 
 In frost walk slow, 
 
 And still as you go, 
 
 Tread on your toe : 
 When frost and snow are both together, 
 Sit by the fire and spare shoe leather. 
 
 I dined to-day with Dr Cockburn, but will not do so again 
 in haste, he has generally such a parcel of Scots with him. 
 
 2 2. Morning. Starving, starving, uth, uth, uth, uth, uth. 
 — Don't you remember I used to come into your chamber, 
 and turn Stella out of her chair, and rake up the fire in a 
 cold morning, and cry uth, uth, uth ? &c. O faith I must 
 rise, my hand is so cold I can write no more. So good 
 morrow, sirrahs. — At night. I went this morning to Lady 
 Giffard's house, and saw your mother, and made her give 
 me a pint bottle of palsy water, which I brought home in 
 my pocket ; and sealed and tied up in a paper, and sent it 
 to Mr Smyth, who goes to-morrow for Ireland, and sent a 
 letter to him to desire his care of it, and that he would 
 inquire at Chester about the box. He was not within, so 
 the bottle and letter were left for him at his lodgings, with 
 strict orders to give them to him ; and I will send Patrick in 
 a day or two, to know whether it was given, &c. Dr. Strat- 
 ford and I dined to-day with Mr Stratford in the city, by 
 appointment : but I chose to walk there for exercise in 
 the frost. But the weather had given a little, as you women 
 call it, so it was something slobbery. I did not get home 
 till nine, and now I am in bed to break your head.
 
 I7IO-:i] JOURNAL TO STELLA 10/ 
 
 23. Morning. They tell me it freezes again, but it is not 
 so cold as yesterday : so now I will answer a bit of your 
 letter. — At night. O faith I was just going to answer some 
 of our MD's letter this morning, when a printer came in 
 about some business, and staid an hour ; so I rose, and then 
 came in Ben Tooke, and then I shaved and scribbled, and it 
 was such a terrible day I could not stir out till one, and then 
 I called at Mrs Barton's, and we went to Lady Worsley's, 
 where we were to dine by appointment. The Earl of 
 Berkeley '■ is going to be married to Lady Louisa Lennox, 
 the Duke of Richmond's daughter. I writ this night to 
 Dean Sterne, and bid him tell you all about the bottle of 
 palsy water by Smyth, and to-morrow morning I will say 
 something to your letter. 
 
 24. Morning. Come now to your letter. As for your 
 being even with me, I have spoken to that already. So 
 now, my dearly beloved, let us proceed to the next. You 
 are always grumbling that you han't letters fast enough, 
 surely zve shall have your tenth :"' and yet before you end 
 your letter, you own you have my eleventh. — And why did 
 not MD go into the country with the Bishop of Clogher? 
 faith such a journey would have done you good ; Stella 
 should have rid, and Dingley gone in the coach. The 
 Bishop of Kilmore I know nothing of; he is old and may 
 die : he lives in some obscure corner, for I never hear of 
 him. As for my old friends, if you mean the Whigs, I never 
 see them, as you may find by my journals, except Lord 
 Halifax, and him very seldom ; Lord Somers never since 
 the first visit, for he has been a false deceitful rascal. My 
 new friends are very kind, and I have promises enough, but 
 I do not count upon them, and besides my pretences are 
 very young to them. However, we will see what may be 
 done, and if nothing at all, I shall not be disappointed ; 
 although perhaps poor MD may, and then I shall be sorrier 
 for their sakes than my own. — Talk of a merry Christmas, 
 (why did you write it so then, young women ? sauce for the 
 i^oose is sauce for the gander,) I have wished you all that 
 EVv'o or three letters ago. Good lack ; and your news, that 
 
 ■^ The third earl, son of the former Lord Lieutenant. He fought 
 successfully at sea under Rooke and Shovel. 
 
 ^ "These are the words of MD." (Note in original edition.)
 
 I08 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 Mr St John is going to Holland ; he has no such thoughts 
 to quit the great station he is in, nor if he had, could I be 
 spared to go with him. So faith, politic Madam Stella, you 
 come with your two eggs a penny, &c. Well, Madam 
 Dingley, and so Mrs Stoyte invites you, and so you stay 
 at Donnybrook, and so you could not write. You are 
 plaguy exact m your journals from December 25th to Janu- 
 ary 4th. Well, Smyth and the palsy water I have handled 
 already, and he does not lodge (or rather did not, for poor 
 man now he is gone) at Mr Jesse's and all that stuff; but 
 we found his lodging, and I went to Stella's mother on my 
 own head, for I never remembered it was in the letter to 
 desire another bottle ; but I was so fretted, so tosticated, and 
 so impatient, that Stella should have her water, (I mean 
 decently, don't be rogues,) and so vexed with Sterne's care- 
 lessness. Pray God Stella's illnesses may not return. If they 
 come seldom, they begin to be weary ; I judge by myself ; 
 for when I seldom visit, I grow weary of my acquaintance. — 
 Leave a good deal of my tenth unanswered — Impudent 
 slut, when did you ever answer my tenth, or ninth, or any 
 other number ? or who desires you to answer, provided you 
 write ? I defy the D — to answer my letters ; sometimes there 
 may be one or two things I should be glad you would 
 answer, but I forget them, and you never think of them. I 
 shall never love answering letters again, if you talk of answer- 
 ing. Answering, quotha ; pretty answerers truly. As for 
 the pamphlet you speak of, and call it scandalous, and that 
 one Mr Presto is said to write it, hear my answer. Fy, 
 child, you must not mind what every idle body tells you. I 
 believe you lie, and that the dogs were not crying it when 
 you said so ; come, tell truth. I am sorry you go to St 
 Mary's ^ so soon, you'll be as poor as rats ; that place will 
 drain you with a vengeance : besides, I would have you 
 think of being in the country in summer. Indeed, Stella, 
 pippins produced plentifully ; Parvisol could not send from 
 Laracor : there were about half a score, I would be glad to 
 know whether they were good for any thing. Mrs Walls at 
 Donnybrook with you ; why is she not brought to bed ? 
 Well, well, well, Dingley, pray be satisfied ! you talk as if 
 
 ^ Their lodgings near St. Mary's Church, Dublin.
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA IO9 
 
 you were angry about the Bishop's not offering you con- 
 veniences for the journey ; and so he should. What sort of 
 Christmas ? why I have had no Christmas at all ; and has it 
 really been Christmas of late ? I never once thought of it. 
 My service to Mrs Stoyte, and Catherine, and let Catherine 
 get the coffee ready against I come, and not have so much 
 care on her countenance ; for all will go well. Mr Bernage, 
 Mr. Bernage, Mr. Fiddlenage, I have had three letters from 
 him now successively ; he sends no directions, and how the 
 d — shall I write to him ? I would have burnt his last, if I 
 had not seen Stella's hand at the bottom : his request is all 
 nonsense. How can I assist him in buying ? and if he be 
 ordered to go to Spain, go he must, or else sell; and I 
 believe one can hardly sell at such a juncture. If he had 
 staid, and new regiments raised, I would have used my en- 
 deavour to have had him removed ; although I have no 
 credit that way, or very little : but if the regiment goes, he 
 ought to go too ; he has had great indulgence, and oppor- 
 tunities of saving ; and I have urged him to it a hundred 
 times. What can I do ? whenever it lies in my power to do 
 him a good office, I will do it. Pray draw up this into a 
 handsome speech, and represent it to him from me, and that 
 I would write, if I knew where to direct to him ; and so I 
 have told you, and desired you would tell him, fifty times. 
 Yes, Madam Stella, I think I can read your long concluding 
 word, but you can't read mine after bidding you good night. 
 And yet, methinks, I mend extremely in my writing; but 
 when Stella's eyes are well, I hope to write as bad as ever. 
 So now I have answered your letter, and mine is an answer ; 
 for I lay your's before me, and I look and write, and write 
 and look, and look and write again. — So good morrow, 
 madams both, and I will go rise, for I must rise ; for I take 
 pills at night, and so I must rise early, I don't know 
 
 why. 
 
 25. Morning. I did not tell you how I past my time 
 yesterday, nor bid you good night, and there was good 
 reason. I went in the morning to Secretary St John about 
 some business ; he had got a great Whig with him ; a creature 
 of the Duke of Marlborough, who is a go-between to make 
 peace between the Duke and the ministry ; so he came out 
 of his closet ; and after a few words, desired I would dine
 
 no JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 with him at three, but Mr Lewis staid till six before he came ; 
 and there we sat talking, and the time slipped so, that at last, 
 when I was positive to go, it was past two o'clock ; so I came 
 home and went straight to bed. He would never let me 
 look at his watch, and I could not imagine it above twelve 
 when we went away. So I bid you good night for last night, 
 and now I bid you good morrow, and I am still in bed, 
 though it be near ten, but I must rise. 
 
 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. I have been so lazy and negligent these 
 last four days, that I could not write to MD. My head is 
 not in order, and yet it is not absolutely ill, but giddyish, 
 and makes me listless ; I walk every day, and take drops of 
 Dr Cockburn, and I have just done a box of pills, and to-day 
 Lady Kerry sent me some of her bitter drink, which I design 
 to take twice a-day, and hope I shall grow better. I wish I 
 were with MD ; I long for spring and good weather, and then 
 I will come over. My riding in Ireland keeps me well. I 
 am very temperate, and eat of the easiest meats as I am 
 directed, and hope the malignity will go off; but one fit 
 shakes me a long time. I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy, 
 yesterday at Mr Stone's in the city, on Sunday at Van- 
 homrigh's, Saturday with Ford, and Friday I think at Van- 
 homrigh's, and that's all the journal I can send MD ; for I 
 was so lazy while I was well, that I could not write. I 
 thought to have sent this to-night, but 'tis ten, and I'll go 
 to bed, and write on t'other side to Parvisol to-morrow, 
 and send it on Thursday ; and so good night my dears, and 
 love Presto, and be healthy, and Presto will be so too, &c. 
 
 Cut off these notes handsomely, d'ye hear, sirrahs, and 
 give Mrs. Brent hers, and keep yours till you see Parvisol, 
 and then make up the letter to him, and send it him by the 
 first opportunity, and so God Almighty bless you both, here 
 and ever, and poor Presto. 
 
 What, I warrant you thought at first that these last lines 
 were another letter. 
 
 Dingley, pray pay Stella six fishes, and place them to the 
 account of your humble servant, Presto. 
 
 Stella, Pray pay Dingley six fishes, and place them to the 
 account of your humble servant, Presto. 
 
 There's bills of exchange for you.
 
 I7IO-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA III 
 
 LETTER XV. 
 
 London, Jan. 31, 1710-11. 
 
 I am to send you my fourteenth to-morrow, but my head 
 having some Uttle disorder, confounds all my journals. I 
 was early this morning with Mr Secretary St John, about 
 some business, so I could not scribble my morning lines to 
 MD. They are here intending to tax all little printed penny 
 papers a halfpenny every half sheet, which will utterly ruin 
 Grub Street, and I am endeavouring to prevent it. Besides, 
 I was forwarding an impeachment against a certain great 
 person ; that was two of my businesses with the secretary, 
 were they not worthy ones ? It was Ford's birthday, and I 
 refused the Secretary, and dined with Ford. We are here in 
 as smart a frost for the time as I have seen ; delicate walking 
 weather, and the Canal and Rosamond's Pond full of the 
 rabble sliding, and with skates, if you know what those are. 
 Patrick's bird's water freezes in the gallipot, and my hands 
 in bed. 
 
 Feb. I. I was this morning with poor Lady Kerry, who is 
 much worse in her head than L She sends me bottles of 
 her bitter, and we are so fond of one another, because our 
 ailments are the same ; don't you know that. Madam Stella ? 
 Han't I seen you conning ailments with Joe's wife,^ and 
 some others, sirrah ? I walked into the city to dine, because 
 of the walk ; for we must take care of Presto's health, you 
 know, because of poor little MD. But I walked plaguy care- 
 fully, for fear of sliding against my will ; but I am very busy. 
 2. This morning Mr Ford came to me to walk into the 
 city, where he had business, and then to buy books at Bate- 
 man's ; and I laid out one pound five shillings for a Strabo 
 and Aristophanes, and I have now got books enough to make 
 me another shelf, and I will have more, or it shall cost me a 
 fall ; and so as we came back, we drank a flask of right 
 French wine at Ben Tooke's chamber ; and when I had got 
 home, Mrs Vanhomrigh sent me word her eldest daughter^ was 
 taken suddenly very ill, and desired I would come and see 
 
 ^ Mrs. Beaumont. 
 
 ^ The first explicit mention in the journal of Hester Vanhomrigh, the 
 famous Vanessa.
 
 112 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 her ; I went and found it was a silly trick of Mrs Armstrong, 
 Lady Lucy's sister, who, with Moll Stanhope, was visiting 
 there : however, I rattled off the daughter. 
 
 3. To-day I went and dined at Lady Lucy's, where you 
 know I have not been this long time ; they are plaguy Whigs, 
 especially the sister Armstrong, the most insupportable of all 
 women pretending to wit, without any taste. She was run- 
 ning down the last Examiner, the prettiest I had read, with 
 a character of the present ministry. I left them at five, and 
 came home. But I forgot to tell you, that this morning, my 
 cousin, Dryden Leach, the printer, came to me with a heavy 
 complaint, that Harrison, the new Tatler, had turned him 
 off, and taken the last Tatler's printers again. He vowed 
 revenge ; I answered gravely, and so he left me, and I have 
 ordered Patrick to deny me to him from henceforth : and at 
 night comes a letter from Harrison, telling me the same 
 thing, and excused his doing it without my notice, because 
 he would bear all the blame ; and in his Tatler of this day 
 he tells you the story, how he has taken his old officers, and 
 there is a most humble letter from Morphew and Lilly,^ to 
 beg his pardon, &c. And lastly, this morning Ford sent me 
 two letters from the coffeehouse, (where I hardly ever go,) 
 
 one from the Archbishop of Dublin, and t'other from . 
 
 Who do you think t'other was from ? I'll tell you, 
 
 because you are friends ; why then it was, faith it was from 
 my own dear Httle MD, N. 10. O, but will not answer it 
 now, no, noooooh, I'll keep it between the two sheets ; 
 here it is, just under : O, I lifted up the sheet and saw it 
 there : lie still, you shan't be answered yet, little letter ; for 
 I must go to bed, and take care of my head. 
 
 4. I avoid going to church yet, for fear of my head, though 
 it has been much better these last five or six days, since I 
 have taken Lady Kerry's bitter. Our frost holds like a 
 dragon. I went to Mr Addison's, and dined with him at his 
 lodgings ; I had not seen him these three weeks ; we are 
 grown common acquaintance : yet what have not I done for 
 his friend Steele ? Mr Harley reproached me the last time I 
 saw him, that to please me, he would be reconciled to Steele, 
 and had promised and appointed to see him, and that Steele 
 
 ^ Printers of the original " Tatler."
 
 17 10- 1 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA II3 
 
 never came. Harrison, whom Mr Addison recommended to 
 me, I have introduced to the Secretary of State, who has 
 promised me to take care of him ; and I have represented 
 Addison himself so to the ministry, that they think and talk 
 in his favour, though they hated him before. — Well; he is 
 now in my debt, and there's an end ; and I never had the 
 least obligation to him, and there's another end. This 
 evening I had a message from Mr Harley, desiring to know 
 whether I was alive, and that I would dine with him to- 
 morrow. They dine so late, that since my head has been 
 wrong, I have avoided being with them. Patrick has been 
 out of favour these ten days ; I talk dry and cross to him, 
 and have called him Friend three or four times. But, sirrahs, 
 get you gone. 
 
 5. Morning. I am going this morning to see Prior, who 
 dines with me at Mr Harley's ; so I can't stay fiddling and 
 talking with dear little brats in a morning, and 'tis still 
 terribly cold. I wish my cold hand was in the warmest 
 place about you, young women, I'd give ten guineas upon 
 that account with all my heart, faith ; oh, it starves my thigh ; 
 so I'll rise, and bid you good morrow, my ladies both, 
 good morrow. Come stand away, let me rise : Patrick, take 
 away the candle. Is there a good fire ? — So — up adazy.— 
 At night. Mr Harley did not sit down till six, and I staid 
 till eleven ; henceforth, I will choose to visit him in the 
 evenings, and dine with him no more, if I can help it. It 
 breaks all my measures, and hurts my health ; my head is 
 disorderly, but not ill, and I hope it will mend. 
 
 6. Here has been such a hurry with the Queen's birthday, 
 so much fine clothes, and the court so crowded, that I did not 
 go there. All the frost is gone. It thawed on Sunday, and 
 so continues, yet ice is still on the canal, (I did not meaii 
 that of Laracor, but St James's Park,) and boys sliding on 
 it. Mr Ford pressed me to dine with him in his chamber. 
 Did not I tell you Patrick has got a bird, a linnet, to carry 
 over to Dingley ? It was very tame at first, and 'tis now the 
 wildest I ever saw. He keeps it in a closet, where it makes 
 a terrible litter ; but I say nothing : I am as tame as a clout. 
 When must we answer our MD's letter ? one of these odd- 
 come-shortlies. This is a week old, you see, and no farther 
 yet. Mr Harley desired I would dine with him again to- 
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 114 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 day ; but I refused him, for I fell out with him yesterday, 
 and will not see him again till he makes me amends ; and so 
 I go to bed. 
 
 7. I was this morning early with Mr Lewis of the Secre- 
 tary's office, and saw a letter Mr Harley had sent to him, 
 desiring to be reconciled ; but I was deaf to all entreaties, 
 and have desired Lewis to go to him, and let him know I 
 expect farther satisfaction. If we let these great ministers 
 pretend too much, there will be no governing them. He 
 promises to make me easy, if I will but come and see him ; 
 but I won't, and he shall do it by message, or I will cast 
 him off. ni tell you the cause of our quarrel when I see 
 you, and refer it to yourselves. In that he did something, "^ 
 which he intended for a favour, and I have taken it quite 
 otherwise, disliking both the thing and the manner, and it 
 has heartily vexed me, and all I have said is truth, though it 
 looks like jest : and I absolutely refused to submit to his in- 
 tended favour, and expect farther satisfaction. Mr Ford 
 and I dined with Mr Lewis. We have a monstrous deal of 
 snow, and it has cost me two shillings to-day in chair and 
 coach, and walked till I was dirty besides. I know not what 
 it is now to read or write after I am in bed. The last thing 
 I do up is to write something to our MD, and then get into 
 bed, and put out my candle, and so go sleep as fast as ever 
 I can. But in the mornings I do write sometimes in bed, as 
 you know. 
 
 8. Morning. / have desired Apronia to be always careful^ 
 especially about the legs. Pray, do you see any such great 
 wit in that sentence ? I must freely own that I do not. But 
 party carries every thing now-a-days, and what a splutter 
 have I heard about the wit of that saying, repeated with ad- 
 miration about a hundred times in half an hour. Pray read 
 it over again this moment, and consider it. I think the 
 word is advised, and not desired. I should not have re- 
 membered it, if I had not heard it so often. Why — ay — 
 You must know I dreamed it just now, and waked with it in 
 my mouth. Are you bit, or are you not, sirrahs? I met 
 Mr Harley in the Court of Requests, and he asked me how 
 long I had learnt the trick of writing to myself. He had 
 
 * Harley sent Swift a bank note for £S'^> which Swift returned. Sec 
 Journal, March 7th, 17 10- 1 1.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA II5 
 
 seen your letter through the glass-case, at the coffee-house, 
 and would swear it was my hand ; and Mr Ford, who took 
 and sent it me, was of the same mind. I remember others 
 have formerly said so too. I think I was little MD's writing- 
 master.* But come, what's here to do, writing to young 
 women in a morning ? I have other fish to fry ; so good 
 morrow, my ladies all, good morrow. Perhaps I'll answer 
 your letter to-night, perhaps I won't ; that's, as saucy little 
 Presto takes the humour. — At night. I walked in the Park 
 to-day, in spite of the weather, as I do always, when it 
 does not actually rain. Do you know what it has gone and 
 done? We had a thaw for three days, then a monstrous 
 dirt and snow, and now it freezes, like a potlid, upon our 
 snow. I dined with Lady Betty Germain, the first time 
 since I came for England ; and there did I sit, like a booby, 
 till eight, looking over her and another lady at picquet, when 
 I had other business enough to do. It was the coldest day 
 I felt this year. 
 
 9. Morning. After I had been a-bed an hour last night, 
 I was forced to rise and call to the landlady and maid to 
 have the fire removed in a chimney below stairs, which made 
 my bedchamber smoke, though I had no fire in it. I have 
 been twice served so. I never lay so miserable an hour in 
 my life. Is it not plaguy vexatious ? It has snowed all 
 night, and rains this morning. Come, where's MD's letter? 
 Come, Mrs Letter, make your appearance. Here am I, says 
 she, answer me to my face. O, faith, I am sorry you had 
 my twelfth so soon ; I doubt you will stay longer for the 
 rest. I'm so 'fraid you have got my fourteenth while I am 
 writing this, and I would always have one letter from Presto 
 reading, one travelling, and one writing. As for the box, I 
 now believe it lost. It is directed for Mr Curry, at his house 
 in Capel Street, &c. I had a letter yesterday from Dr Ray- 
 mond in Chester, who says, he sent his man every where, and 
 cannot find it ; and God knows whether Mr Smyth will have 
 better success. Sterne spoke to him, and I writ to him with 
 the bottle of palsy water ; that bottle, I hope, will not mis- 
 carry : I long to hear you have it. O, faith, you have too 
 good an opinion of Presto's care. I am negligent enough 
 
 ^ " Stella's hand had a great deal of the air of the doctor's ; but 
 she writ more legible and rather better." (Note in original edition.)
 
 Il6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 of every thing but MD, and I should not have trusted 
 Sterne. But it shall not go so : I will have one more tug 
 for it. As to what you say of Goodman Peasly and Isaac/ I 
 answer as I did before. Fy, child, you must not give your- 
 self the way to believe any such thing : and afterwards, only 
 for curiosity, you may tell me how those things are approved, 
 and how you like them ; and whether they instruct you in 
 the present course of affairs, and whether they are printed in 
 your town, or only sent from hence. Sir Andrew Fountaine 
 is recovered ; so take your sorrow again, but don't keep it, 
 fling it to the dogs. And does httle MD walk, indeed ? I'm 
 glad of it at heart. Yes, we have done with the plague 
 here : it was very saucy in you to pretend to have it before 
 your betters. Your intelligence that the story is false about 
 the officers forced to sell is admirable. You may see them all 
 three here every day, no more in the army than you. Twelve 
 shillings for mending the strong box ; that is, for putting a 
 farthing's worth of iron on a hinge, and gilding it ; give him 
 six shillings, and I'll pay it, and never employ him or his 
 again. No — indeed, I put off preaching as much as I can. 
 I am upon another foot : nobody doubts here whether I can 
 preach, and you are fools. The account you give of that 
 weekly paper ^ agrees with us here. Mr Prior was like to be 
 insulted in the street for being supposed the author of it, but 
 one of the last papers cleared him. Nobody knows who it 
 is, but those few in the secret. I suppose the ministry and the 
 printer. Poor Stella's eyes, God bless them, and send them 
 better. Pray spare them, and write not above two lines a- 
 day in broad day-light. How does Stella look, Madame 
 Dingley ? Pretty well ; a handsome young woman still. 
 Will she pass in a crowd ? Will she make a figure in a 
 country church? — Stay a little, fair ladies. I this minute 
 sent Patrick to Sterne : he brings back word that your box 
 is very safe with one Mr Earl's sister, in Chester ; and that 
 Colonel Edgworth's widow goes for Ireland on Monday next, 
 and will receive the box at Chester, and deliver it you 
 safe ; so there is some hopes now. Well, let us go on to 
 
 ' Scott says that "he alhules to some pamphlet of which he was the 
 suspected, anJ, perhaps, real author. It is now unknown." There is 
 no copy in the British Museum. 
 
 ' " The Examiner." (Note in original edition.)
 
 I7IO-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA II7 
 
 your letter. The warrant is passed for the First-Fruits. The 
 Queen does not send a letter, but a patent will be drawn 
 here, and that will take up time. Mr. Harley, of late, has 
 said nothing of presenting me to the Queen : I was overseen 
 when I mentioned it to you. He has such a weight of affairs 
 on him, that he cannot mind all ; but he talked of it three or 
 four times to me, long before I dropped it to you. What, is 
 not Mrs Wall's business over yet ? I had hopes she was up, 
 and well, and the child dead before this time. You did 
 right, at last, to send me your accounts ; but I did not stay 
 for them, I thank you. I hope you have your bill sent in 
 my last, and there will be eight pounds interest soon due 
 from Hawkshaw ; pray look at his bond. I hope you are 
 good managers, and that, when I say so, Stella won't think 
 I intend she should grudge herself wine. But going to those 
 expensive lodgings requires some fund. I wish you had 
 staid till I came over, for some reasons. That French- 
 woman ^ will be grumbling again in a little time ; and, if 
 you are invited any where to the country, it will vex you to 
 pay in absence ; and the country may be necessary for poor 
 Stella's health : but do as you like, and don't blame Presto. 
 O, but you are telling your reasons. Well, I have read them; 
 do as you please. Yes, Raymond says he must stay longer 
 
 than he thought, because he cannot settle his affairs. M 
 
 is in the country at some friend's, comes to town in spring, 
 and then goes to settle in Herefordshire. Her husband is a 
 surly ill-natured brute, and cares not she should see any 
 body. O Lord, see how I blundered, and left two lines 
 short ; it was that ugly score in the paper ^ that made me 
 
 mistake. 1 believe you lie about the story of the fire, 
 
 only to make it more odd. Bernage must go to Spain, and 
 I will see to recommend him to the Duke of Argyle,^ his 
 general, when I see the Duke next : but the officers tell me 
 it would be dishonourable in the last degree for him to sell 
 now, and he would never be preferred in the army ; so that, 
 
 ' Mrs. De Caudres, landlady of MD. Stella and Mrs. Dingley had 
 left Mrs. Curry's "over against the Ram in Capel Street," and moved 
 to this house "over against St. Mary's Church, near Capel Street." 
 See below, March 25th, 171 1. 
 
 ^ " A crease in the sheet." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ' Appointed to the command in Catalonia (1710).
 
 Il8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 unless he designs to leave it for good and all, he must go. 
 Tell hini so, and that I would write, if I knew where to 
 direct to him ; which I have said fourscore times already. 
 I had rather any thing almost than that you should strain 
 yourselves to send a letter when it is inconvenient ; we 
 have settled that matter already. I'll write when I can, 
 and so shall MD ; and, upon occasions extraordinary, I will 
 write, though it be a line ; and when we have not letters 
 soon, we agree that all things are well ; and so that's settled 
 for ever, and so hold your tongue. Well, you shall have 
 your pins ; but, for candles ends, I cannot promise, because 
 I burn them to the stumps ; besides, I remember what 
 Stella told Dingley about them many years ago, and she 
 may think the same thing of me. — And Dingley shall have 
 her hinged spectacles. Poor dear Stella, how durst you 
 write those two lines by candle light, bang your bones? 
 Faith, this letter shall go to-morrow, I think, and that will 
 be in ten days from the last, young women ; that's too soon, 
 of all conscience : but answering yours has filled it up so 
 quick, and I don't design to use you to three pages in folio, 
 no nooooh. All this is one morning's work in bed ; — and so 
 good morrows, little sorrohs, that's for the rhyme. You 
 want politics : faith, I can't think of any, but maybe at 
 night I may tell you a passage. Come, sit off" the bed, and 
 let me rise, will you ? — At night. I dined to-day with my 
 neighbour Vanhomrigh ; it was such dismal weather, I could 
 not stir farther. I have had some threatenings with my 
 head, but no fits ; I still drink Dr Radcliffe's bitter, and will 
 continue it. 
 
 lo. I was this morning to see the Secretary of State, and 
 have engaged him to give a memorial from me to the Duke 
 of Argyle in behalf of Bernage. The Duke is a man that 
 distinguishes people of merit, and I will speak to him my- 
 self ; but the Secretary backing it will be very effectual, and 
 I will take care to have it done to purpose. Pray tell Ber- 
 nage so, and that I think nothing can be luckier for him, and 
 that I would have him go by all means. I will order it that 
 the Duke shall send for him when they are in Spain ; or, if 
 he fails, that he shall receive him kindly when he goes to 
 wait on him. Can I do more ? Is not this a great deal ? — 
 I now send away this letter that you may not stay. — I dined
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA II9 
 
 with Ford upon his opera day, and am now come home, and 
 am going to study ; do not you presume to guess, sirrahs, 
 impudent saucy dear boxes. Towards the end of a letter I 
 could not say saucy boxes, without putting dear between. 
 En't that right now ? Farewell. This should be longer, hut 
 that /send // to-night} 
 
 silly, silly loggerhead ! 
 
 1 send a letter this post to one Mr Staunton, and I direct 
 it to Mr Acton's in St Michael's Lane. He formerly lodged 
 there, but he has not told me where to direct. Pray send to 
 that Acton, whether the letter is come there, and whether he 
 has sent it to Staunton. 
 
 If Bernage designs to sell his commission and stay at 
 home, pray let him tell me so, that my recommendation to 
 the Duke of Argyle may not be in vain. 
 
 LETTER XVL 
 
 London, Feb. lO, 1710-II. 
 
 I have just dispatched my fifteenth to the post ; I tell you 
 how things will be, after I have got a letter from MD. I am 
 in furious haste to finish mine, for fear of having two of 
 MD's to answer in one of Presto's, which would be such a 
 disgrace, never saw the like ; but before you write to me I 
 write at my leisure, like a gentleman, a little every day, just 
 to let you know how matters go, and so, and so ; and I hope 
 before this comes to you, you'll have got your box and 
 chocolate, and Presto will take more care another time. 
 
 II. Morning. I must rise and go see my Lord Keeper, 
 which will cost me two shillings in coach-hire. Don't you call 
 them two thirteens ? ^ — At night. It has rained all day, and 
 there was no walking. I read prayers to Sir Andrew Foun- 
 taine in the forenoon, and I dined with three Irishmen at 
 one Mr. Cope's lodgings ; the other two were one Morris an 
 archdeacon, and Mr. Ford. When I came home this evening, 
 
 ' " Those letters which are in italics in the original are of a monstrous 
 size, which occasioned his calling himself a loggerhead." (Note in 
 original edition.) 
 
 '' " A shilling passes for thirteen pence in Ireland." (Note in original 
 edition. )
 
 120 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 I expected that little jackanapes Harrison would have come 
 to get help about his Tatler for Tuesday : I have fixed two 
 evenings in the week which I allow him to come. The toad 
 never came, and I expecting him fell a reading, and left off 
 other business.-^Come, what are you doing ? how do you 
 pass your time this ugly weather ? Gaming and drinking, I 
 suppose : fine diversions for young ladies, truly. I wish you 
 had some of our Seville oranges, and we some of your wine. 
 We have the finest oranges for twopence a-piece, and the 
 basest wine for six shillings a bottle. They tell me wine 
 grows cheap with you. I am resolved to have half a hogs- 
 head when I get to Ireland, if it be good and cheap, as it 
 used to be ; and I will treat MD at my table in an evening, 
 oh hoa, and laugh at great ministers of state. 
 
 1 2. The days are grown fine and long, be thanked. 
 
 O faith, you forget all our little sayings, and I am angry. I 
 dined to-day with Mr Secretary St John : I went to the 
 Court of Requests at noon, and sent Mr Harley into the 
 House to call the Secretary, to let him know I would not 
 dine with him if he dined late. By good luck the Duke of 
 Argyle was at the lobby of the House too, and I kept him in 
 talk till the Secretary came out, then told them I was glad to 
 meet them together, and that I had a request to the Duke, 
 which the Secretary must second, and his grace must grant. 
 The Duke said, he was sure it was something insignificant, 
 and wished it was ten times greater. At the Secretary's 
 house I writ a memorial, and gave it to the Secretary to give 
 the Duke, and shall see that he does it. It is, that his grace 
 will please to take Mr Bernage into his protection ; and if he 
 finds Bernage answers my character, to give him all encourage- 
 ment. Colonel Masham and Colonel Hill (Mrs Masham's 
 brother) tell me my request is reasonable, and they will 
 second it heartily to the Duke too : so I reckon Bernage is 
 on a very good foot when he goes to Spain. Pray tell him 
 this, though perhaps I will write to him before he goes ; yet 
 where shall I direct ? for I suppose he has left Conolly's. 
 
 13. I have left off Lady Kerry's bitter, and got another 
 box of pills. I have no fits of giddiness, but only some little 
 disorders toward it : and I walk as much as I can. Lady 
 Kerry is just as I am, only a great deal worse : I dined to- 
 day at Lord Shelburn's, where she is, and we con ailments,
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA 121 
 
 which makes us very fond of each other. I have taken Mr 
 Harley into favour again, and called to see him, but he was 
 not within ; I will use to visit him after dinner, for he dines 
 too late for my head : then I went to visit poor Congreve, 
 who is just getting out of a severe fit of the gout, and I sat 
 with him till near nine o'clock. He gave me a Tatler ^ he 
 had written out, as blind as he is, for little Harrison. 'Tis 
 about a scoundrel that was grown rich, and went and bought 
 a coat of arms at the Herald's, and a set of ancestors at 
 Fleet-ditch ; 'tis well enough, and shall be printed in two or 
 three days, and if you read those kind of things, this will 
 divert you. It is now between ten and eleven, and I am 
 going to bed. 
 
 14. This was Mrs Vanhomrigh's daughter's birthday, and 
 Mr Ford and I were invited to dinner to keep it, and we 
 spent the evening there drinking punch. That was our way 
 of beginning Lent; and in the morning, Lord Shelburn, 
 Lady Kerry, Mrs Pratt, and I, went to Hyde Park, instead 
 of going to church ; for till my head is a little settled, I think 
 it better not to go ; it would be so silly and troublesome to 
 go out sick. Dr Duke ^ died suddenly two or three nights 
 ago ; he was one of the wits when we were children, but 
 turned parson, and left it, and never writ farther than a pro- 
 logue or recommendatory copy of verses. He had a fine living 
 given him by the Bishop of Winchester about three months 
 ago ; he got his living suddenly, and he got his dying so too. 
 
 15. I walked purely to-day about the Park, the rain being 
 just over, of which we have had a great deal, mixed with little 
 short frosts. I went to the Court of Requests, thinking if 
 Mr Harley dined early to go with him. But meeting Leigh 
 and Sterne, they invited me to dine with them, and away we 
 
 went. When we got into his room, one H , a worthless 
 
 Irish fellow, was there ready to dine with us, so I stepped 
 out and whispered them, that I would not dine with that 
 fellow ; they made excuses, and begged me to stay, but away 
 I went to Mr Harley's, and he did not dine at home, and at 
 last I dined at Sir John Germain's, and found Lady Betty but 
 just recovered of a miscarriage. I am writing an inscription 
 
 ' "No. 14 of Harrison's volume." (Scott.) 
 
 ' A very minor poet, who, however, has a niche in Johnson's 
 "Lives."
 
 122 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 for Lord Berkeley's tomb : you know the young rake his son, 
 the new Earl, is married to the Duke of Richmond's daughter, 
 at the Duke's country house, and are now coming to town. 
 She will be fluxed in two months, and they'll be parted in 
 a year. You ladies are brave, bold venturesome folks ; and 
 the chit is but seventeen, and is ill-natured, covetous, vicious, 
 and proud in extremes. And so get you gone to Stoyte to- 
 morrow. 
 
 1 6. Faith this letter goes on but slow; 'tis a week old, 
 and the first side not written. I went to-day into the city for 
 a walk, but the person I designed to dine with was not at 
 home : so I came back and called at Congreve's, and dined 
 with him and Estcourt, and laughed till six, then went to 
 Hr Harley's, who was not gone to dinner ; there I staid till 
 nine, and we made up our quarrel, and he has invited me to 
 dinner to-morrow, which is the day of the week (Saturday) 
 that Lord-Keeper and Secretary St John dine with him 
 privately, and at last they have consented to let me among 
 them on that day. Atterbury and Prior went to bury poor 
 Dr Duke. Congreve's nasty white wine has given me the 
 heartburn. 
 
 1 7. I took some good walks in the Park to-day, and then 
 went to Mr Harley. Lord Rivers was got there before me, 
 and I chid him for presuming to come on a day when only 
 Lord-Keeper, the Secretary, and I were to be there; but he re- 
 garded me not; so we all dined together, and sat down at four; 
 and the secretary has invited me to dine with him to-morrow. 
 I told them, I had no hopes they could ever keep in, but that 
 I saw they loved one another so well, as indeed they seem to 
 do. They call me nothing but Jonathan; and I said, I 
 believed they would leave me Jonathan, as they found me ; 
 and that I never knew a ministry do any thing for those 
 whom they make companions of their pleasures ; and I 
 believe you will find it so ; but I care not. I am upon a 
 project of getting five hundred pounds,' without being obliged 
 to any body ; but that is a secret, till I see my dearest MD ; 
 and so hold your tongue, and do not talk, sirrahs, for I am 
 now about it. 
 
 18. My head has no fits, but a little disordered before 
 
 * Compare Feb. 22nd.
 
 171O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA I23 
 
 dinner ; yet I walk stoutly, and take pills, and hope to mend. 
 Secretary St John would needs have me dine with him to- 
 day, and there I found three persons I never saw, two I had 
 no acquaintance with, and one I did not care for : so I left 
 them early, and came home, it being no day to walk, but 
 scurvy rain and wind. The Secretary tells me he has put a 
 cheat on me ; for Lord Peterborow sent him twelve dozen 
 flasks of Burgundy, on condition that I should have my 
 share ; but he never was quiet till they were all gone ; so I 
 reckon he owes me thirty-six pound. Lord Peterborow is 
 now got to Vienna, and I must write to him to-morrow. I 
 begin now to be towards looking for a letter from some certain 
 ladies of Presto's acquaintance, that live at St Mary's, and 
 are called, in a certain language, our little MD. No, stay, 
 I don't expect one these six days, that will be just three 
 weeks ; an't I a reasonable creature ? We are plagued here 
 with an October Club ; that is, a set of above a hundred 
 Parliamentmen of the country, who drink October beer at 
 home, and meet every evening at a tavern near the Parliament, 
 to consult affairs, and drive things on to extremes against the 
 Whigs, to call the old ministry to account, and get off five 
 or six heads. The ministry seem not to regard them, yet 
 one of them in confidence told me, that there must be some- 
 thing thought on to settle things better. I'll tell you one 
 great state secret ; the Queen, sensible how much she was 
 governed by the late ministry, runs a little into t' other 
 extreme, and is jealous in that point, even of those who got 
 her out of the other's hands. The ministry is for gentler 
 measures, and the other Tories for more violent. Lord 
 Rivers, talking to me the other day, cursed the paper called 
 The Examiner, for speaking civilly of the Duke of Marl- 
 borough : this I happened to talk of to the Secretary, who 
 blamed the warmth of that lord, and some others, and swore, 
 that, if their advice were followed, they would be blown up 
 in twenty-four hours. And I have reason to think, that they 
 will endeavour to prevail on the Queen to put her affairs 
 more into the hands of a ministry than she does at present ; 
 and there are, I believe, two men thoug^ht on, one of them 
 you have often met the name of in my letters. But so much 
 for politics. 
 
 19. This proved a terrible rainy day, which prevented my
 
 124 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 walk into the city, and I was only able to run and dine with 
 my neighbour Vanhomrigh, where Sir Andrew Fountaine 
 dined too, who has just began to sally out, and has shipped 
 his mother and sister, who were his nurses, back to the 
 country. This evening was fair, and I walked a little in the 
 Park, till Prior made me go with him to the Smyrna Coffee- 
 house, where I sat a while, and saw four or five Irish persons, 
 who are very handsome genteel fellows, but I know not their 
 names. I came away at seven, and got home. Two days 
 ago I writ to Bernage, and told him what I had done, and 
 directed the letter to Mr Curry's to be left with Dingley. 
 Brigadiers Hill and Masham, brother and husband to Mrs 
 Masham, the Queen's favourite, Colonel Disney, and I, 
 have recommended Bernage to the Duke of Argyle; and 
 Secretary St John has given the Duke my memorial ; and, 
 besides, Hill tells me, that Bernage's colonel, Fielding, 
 designs to make him his captain-lieutenant : but I believe I 
 said this to you before, and in this letter, but I will not look. 
 
 20. Morning. It snows terribly again, and 'tis mis- 
 taken, for I now want a little good weather : I bid you 
 good morrow, and, if it clear up, get you gone to poor 
 Mrs Walls, who has had a hard time of it, but is now 
 pretty well again. I am sorry it is a girl ; the poor arch- 
 deacon too, see how simply he looked when they told him : 
 what did it cost Stella to be gossip? I'll rise, so, d'ye 
 hear, let me see you at night, and do not stay late out, and 
 catch cold, sirrahs. — At night. It grew good weather, and 
 I got a good walk, and dined with Ford upon his opera 
 day : but now all his wine is gone, I shall dine with him no 
 more. I hope to send this letter before I hear from MD : 
 methinks there is — something great in doing so, only I can't 
 express where it lies ; and faith this shall go by Saturday, 
 as sure as you're a rogue. Mrs Edgworth was to set out 
 but last Monday, so you won't have your box so soon 
 perhaps as this letter; but Sterne told me since, that it 
 is safe at Chester, and that she will take care of it. I'd 
 give you a guinea you had it. 
 
 21. Morning. Faith I hope it will be fair for me to 
 walk into the city, for I take all occasions of walking. — 
 I should be plaguy busy at Laracor if I were there now, 
 cutting down willows, planting others, scouring my canal,
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA I25 
 
 and every kind of thing. If Raymond goes over this 
 summer, you must submit, and make them a visit, that we 
 may have another eel and trout fishing ; and that Stella may 
 ride by and see Presto in his morning-gown in the garden, 
 and so go up with Joe to the Hill of Bree, and round by 
 Scurlock's Town. O Lord, how I remember names ! faith 
 it gives me short sighs : therefore no more of that if you 
 love me. Good morrow, I'll go rise like a gentleman, my 
 pills say I must. — At night. Lady Kerry sent to desire me 
 to engage some lords about an affair she has in their house 
 here : I called to see her, but found she had already engaged 
 every lord I knew, and that there was no great difficulty in 
 the matter, and it rained like a dog ; so I took coach, for 
 want of better exercise, and dined privately with a hang-dog 
 in the city, and walked back in the evening. The days are 
 now long enough to walk in the Park after dinner ; and so I 
 do whenever it is fair. This walking is a strange rem.edy ; 
 Mr Prior walks to make himself fat, and I to bring myself 
 down ; he has generally a cough, which he only calls a cold ; 
 we often walk round the Park together. So I'll go sleep. 
 
 22. It snowed all this morning prodigiously, and was 
 some inches thick in three or four hours. I dined with 
 Mr Lewis of the Secretary's office at his lodgings : the chair- 
 man that carried me squeezed a great fellow against a wall, 
 who wisely turned his back, and broke one of the side 
 glasses in a thousand pieces. I fell a scolding, pretended I 
 was like to be cut to pieces, and made them set down the 
 chair in the Park, while they picked out the bits of glasses : 
 and when I paid them, I quarelled still, so they dared not 
 grumble, and I came off for my fare : but I was plaguily 
 afraid they would have said, God bless your honour, won't 
 you give us something for our glass ? Lewis and I were 
 forming a project how I might get three or four hundred 
 pounds, which I suppose may come to nothing. I hope 
 Smyth has brought you your palsy drops ; how does Stella 
 do ? I begin more and more to desire to know. The 
 three weeks since I had your last is over within two days, 
 and I'll allow three for accidents. 
 
 23. The snow is gone every bit, except the remainder 
 of some great balls made by the boys. Mr Sterne was with 
 me this morning about an affair he has before the Treasury.
 
 126 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 That drab Mrs Edgworth is not yet set out, but will in- 
 fallibly next Monday, and this is the third infallible Monday, 
 and pox take her ! So you will have this letter first ; and 
 this shall go to-morrow ; and if I have one from MD in that 
 time, I will not answer it till my next ; only I will say, 
 Madam, I received your letter, and so, and so. I dined 
 to-day with my Mrs Butler, who grows very disagreeable. 
 
 24. Morning. This letter certainly goes this evening, 
 sure as you're alive, young women, and then you will be so 
 shamed that I have had none from you ; and if I was to 
 reckon like you, I would say, I were six letters before you, 
 for this is N. 16, and I have had your N. 10. But I reckon 
 you have received but fourteen and have sent eleven. I 
 think to go to-day a-minister-of-state-hunting in the Court of 
 Requests ; for I have something to say to Mr Harley. And 
 'tis fine cold sunshiny weather; I wish dear MD would 
 walk this morning in your Stephen's Green ; 'tis as good as 
 our Park, but not so large.^ Faith this summer we'll take 
 a coach for sixpence ^ to the Green Well, the two walks and 
 thence all the way to Stoyte's.^ My hearty service to 
 Goody Stoyte and Catherine, and I hope Mrs Walls had 
 a good time. How inconstant I am? I can't imagine 
 I was ever in love with her. Well, I'm going ; what 
 have you to say ? / don'i care how I write nowJ^ I 
 don't design to write on this side, these few lines are but 
 so much more than your due, so I'll write large or small 
 as I please. O, faith, my hands are starving in bed ; I 
 believe it is a hard frost. I must rise, and bid you good 
 bye, for I'll seal this letter immediately, and carry it in my 
 pocket, and put it into the post-office with my own fair hands. 
 Farewell. 
 
 This letter is just a fortnight's journal to-day. Yes, and 
 so it is, I'm sure, says you, with your two eggs a penny. 
 
 * " It is a measured mile round the outer wall ; and far beyond any the 
 finest square in London." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 * "The common fare for a set-down in Dublin." (Note in original 
 edition.) 
 
 ' "Mrs. Stoyte lived at Donnybrook, theroadto which, from Stephen's 
 Green, ran into the country about a mile from the south-east corner." 
 (Note in original edition.) 
 
 * " Those words in italics are written in a very large hand, and so is 
 the word in one of the next lines." (Note in original edition.)
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 12/ 
 
 Lele, lele, lele.^ 
 
 O Lord, I am saying, lele, lele, to myself in all our little 
 keys : and now you talk of keys, that dog Patrick broke the 
 key-general of the chest of drawers with six locks, and I have 
 been so plagued to get a new one, beside my good two 
 shillings. 
 
 LETTER XVII. 
 
 London, Feb. 24, 1710-II. 
 
 Now, young women, I gave in my sixteenth this evening. 
 1 dined with Ford, it was his opera day as usual ; it is very 
 convenient to me to do so, for coming home early after 
 a walk in the Park, which now the days will allow. I called 
 on the Secretary at his office, and he had forgot to give the 
 memorial about Bernage to the Duke of Argyle ; but two 
 days ago I met the Duke, who desired I would give it him 
 myself, which should have more power with him than all the 
 ministry together, as he protested solemnly, repeated it two 
 or three times, and bid me count upon it. So that I verily 
 believe Bernage will be in a very good way to establish him- 
 self. I think I can do no more for him at present, and 
 there's an end of that ; and so get you gone to bed, for it is 
 late. 
 
 25. The three weeks are out yesterday since I had your 
 last, and so now I will be expecting every day a pretty dear 
 letter from my own MD, and hope to hear that Stella has 
 been much better in her head and eyes ; my head continues 
 as it was, no fits, but a little disorder every day, which I can 
 easily bear, if it will not grow worse. I dined to-day with 
 Mr Secretary St John, on condition I might choose my 
 company, which were Lord Rivers, Lord Carteret, Sir 
 Thomas Mansel, and Mr Lewis ; I invited Masham, Hill, 
 Sir John Stanley, and George Granville, but they were 
 engaged ; and I did it in revenge of his having such bad 
 company when I dined with him before ; so we laughed, &c. 
 And I ventured to go to church to-day, which I have not 
 
 ^ This word belongs to the " little language " of Swift, and was 
 doubtless employed constantly as a word of farewell in these first forty 
 letters, as it was in those of which the manuscripts remain. It stands 
 for " there."
 
 128 JOURNAL TO STELLA [1 h 
 
 done this month before. Can you send me such a good -i 
 count of Stella's health, pray now ? Yes, I hope, and be' ) 
 too. We dined (says you) at the Dean's, and played' 
 cards till twelve, and there came in Mr French, and 
 Travors, and Dr Wittingham, and Mr (I forgot his nas 
 that I always tell Mrs Walls of) the banker's son, a po'^ 
 him. And we were so merry; I vow they are pure:; .ve 
 company. But I lost a crown ; for you must know Si^ ;e I 
 always hands tempting me to go out, but never took -•nd, 
 thing, and often two black aces without a maniho ; \ ke 
 
 that hard. Presto ? Hold your tongue, &c. ^e I 
 
 26. I was this morning with Mr Secretary about "e 
 business, and he tells me that Colonel Fielding i .d 
 going to make Bernage his captain-lieutenant, tha '• to 
 captain by commission, and the perquisites of the coi? 
 
 but not captain's pay, only the first step to it. I suppij at 
 will like it, and the recommendation to the Duke of /!. x 
 
 goes on. And so trouble me no more about your Bern) t 
 the jackanapes understands what fair solicitors he has . 
 I warrant you. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined by < 
 vitation with Mrs Vanhomrigh. You say they are of t; 
 consequence ; why, they keep as good female company slsl 
 do male ; I see all the drabs of quality at this end of th 
 town with them ; I saw two Lady ' Bettys there this afteit 
 noon. The beauty of one, the good breeding and nature oi, 
 t' other, and the wit of neither, would have made a fine-, 
 woman. Rare walking in the Park now ; why don't you ' 
 walk in the Green of St Stephen ? the walks there are finer 
 gravelled than the Mall. What beasts the Irish women are, 
 never to walk ? 
 
 27. Dartineuf and I, and little Harrison the new Tatler, 
 and Tervas the painter, dined to-day with James, I know not 
 his other name, but it is one of Dartineufs dining places, 
 who is a true epicure. James is clerk of the kitchen to the 
 Queen, and has a little snug house at St James's, and we had 
 the Queen's wine, and such very fine victuals, that I could 
 not eat it. — Three weeks and three days since my last letter 
 from MD, rare doings ! why truly we were so busy with poor 
 Mrs Walls, that, indeed. Presto, we could not write, we were 
 
 * Doubtless Lady Betty Germain and Lady Betty Butler.
 
 il 
 
 -III JOURNAL TO STELLA 1 29 
 
 1 the poor woman would have died, and it pitied us to 
 
 ;he Archdeacon, how concerned he was. The Dean 
 
 .r came to see her but once ; but now she is up again, 
 
 we go and sit with her in the evenings. The child died 
 
 lext day after it was born, and I believe, between friends, 
 
 not very sorry for it. — Indeed, Presto, you are plaguy 
 
 i>, )-night, and han't guessed one word right, for she 
 
 y: • child are both well, and it is a fine girl, likely to live ; 
 
 o- Dean was godfather, and Mrs Catherine and I were 
 
 ne lers ; I was going to say Stoyte, but I think I have 
 
 th ley don't put maids and married women together, 
 
 at [ know not why I think so, nor I don't care ; what 
 
 be but I must prate, 8zc. 
 
 or walked to-day into the city for my health, and there 
 
 vhich I always do when the weather is fair, and 
 
 s permits, that I may be under a necessity of taking a 
 
 /alk, which is the best thing I can do at present for 
 
 jalth. Some bookseller has raked up every thing I 
 
 and pubUshed it t'other day in one volume; but I 
 
 ff nothing of it, 'twas without my knowledge or con- 
 
 : it makes a four shilling book, and is called Miscel- 
 
 ? les in Prose and Verse.^ Tooke pretends he knows nothing 
 
 it, but I doubt he is at the bottom. One must have 
 
 -tience with these things; the best of it is, I shall be 
 
 agued no more. However, I'll bring a couple of them 
 
 .ver with me for MD, perhaps you may desire to see them. 
 
 1 hear they sell mightily. 
 
 March i. Morning. I have been calling to Patrick to 
 look in his almanack for the day of the month ; I did not 
 know but it might be leap year. The almanack says 'tis the 
 third after leap year, and I always thought till now, that 
 every third year was leap year. I'm glad they come so 
 seldom ; but I'm sure 'twas otherwise when I was a young 
 man ; I see times are mightily changed since then. Write 
 to me, sirrahs, be sure do by the time this side is done, and 
 I'll keep t'other side for the answer : so I'll go write to 
 
 the Bishop of Clogher; good morrow, sirrahs. Night. 
 
 I dined to-day at Mrs Vanhomrigh's, being a rainy day, and 
 Lady Betty Butler knowing it, sent to let me know she ex- 
 
 ^ See Journal, Oct. 17th, 1710. 
 
 n. K
 
 I30 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Mao h 
 
 pected my company in the evening, where the Vans (sq-7' e 
 call them) were to be. The Duchess and they do ncoj, ) 
 over this summer with the Duke ; so I go to bed. 
 
 2. This rainy weather undoes me in coaches and ci.t I . 
 I was traipsing to-day with your Mr Sterne, to go alor 
 them to Moor, and recommend his business to the tre.... 
 Sterne tells me his dependence is wholly on me ; but I hy.^'e 
 absolutely refused to recommend it to Mr Harley, becauf^^ I 
 have troubled him lately so much with other folk's affair" • ■'nd, 
 besides, to tell the truth, Mr Harley told me he didl ^ke 
 Sterne's business; however, I will serve him, bs^u. ^^e I 
 suppose MD would have me. But in saying his der; ~e 
 lies wholly on me, he lies, and is a fool. I dined r i id 
 Abercorn, whose son Peasley ^ will be married at Ea:l.<;- to 
 ten thousand pounds. 
 
 3. I forgot to tell you that yesterday morning I was. at 
 Mr. Harley's levee : he swore I came in spite, to see b^v ^ 
 among a parcel of fools. My business was to desire I mig,\t 
 let the Duke of Ormond know how the affair stood of tc 
 First-Fruits. He promised to let him know it, and engage \ 
 me to dine with him to-day. Every Saturday Lord Keepe 
 Secretary St John, and I, dine with him, and sometime: 
 Lord Rivers, and they let in none else. Patrick brought 
 me some letters into the Park ; among which one was from 
 Walls, and t'other, yes faith, t'other was from our little 
 MD, N. II. I read the rest in the Park, and MD's in a 
 chair as I went from St James's to Mr Harley, and glad 
 enough I was, faith, to read it, and see all right : O, but I 
 won't answer it these three or four days, at least, or may 
 be sooner. An't I silly ? faith your letters would make a 
 dog silly, if I had a dog to be silly, but it must be a little 
 dog. — I staid with Mr Harley till past nine, where we had 
 much discourse together after the rest were gone ; and I 
 gave him very truly my opinion where he desired it. He com- 
 plained he was not very well, and has engaged me to dine 
 with him again on Monday. So I came home afoot, like a 
 fine gentleman, to tell you all this. 
 
 4. I dined to-day with Mr Secretary St John ; and after 
 dinner he had a note from Mr Harley, that he was much 
 
 ' James, Lord Paisley, afterwards Earl of Abercorn. See note, p. 167.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA 131 
 
 out of order; pray God preserve his health, every thing 
 depends upon it. The Parliament at present cannot go a 
 step without him, nor the Queen neither. I long to be in 
 Ireland ; but the ministry beg me to stay : however, when 
 this Parliament lurry is over, I will endeavour to steal 
 away ; by which time I hope the First-Fruit business will be 
 done. This kingdom is certainly ruined as much as was 
 ever any bankrupt merchant. We must have peace, let it be 
 a bad or a good one, though nobody dares talk of it. The 
 nearer I look upon things, the worse I like them. I believe 
 the confederacy will soon break to pieces ; and our factions 
 at home increase. The ministry is upon a very narrow 
 bottom, and stand like an isthmus between the Whigs on 
 one side, and violent Tories ^ on the other. They are able 
 seamen, but the tempest is too great, the ship too rotten, 
 and the crew all against them./ Lord Somers has been 
 twice in the Queen's closet, once very lately; and your 
 Duchess of Somerset,^ who now has the key, is a most in- 
 sinuating woman, and I believe they will endeavour to play 
 the same game that has been played against them. I have 
 told them of all this, which they know already, but they 
 cannot help it. They have cautioned the Queen so much 
 against being governed, that she observes it too much. I 
 could talk till to-morrow upon these things, but they make 
 me melancholy. I could not but observe that lately after 
 much conversation with Mr Harley, though he is the most 
 fearless man alive, and the least apt to despond, he con- 
 fessed to me, that uttering his mind to me gave him ease. 
 
 5. Mr Harley continues out of order, yet his affairs force 
 him abroad : he is subject to a sore throat, and was cupped 
 last night : I sent and called two or three times. I hear he 
 is better this evening. I dined to-day in the city with Dr 
 Freind at a third body's house, where I was to pass for some 
 body else, and there was a plaguy silly jest carried on, that 
 made me sick of it. Our weather grows fine, and I will 
 
 ' " The October Club." (Note in original edition.) 
 * Lady Elizabeth Perq?, daughter of Josceline, Earl of Northumber- 
 land, married for the third time at the age of eighteen. Her first 
 husband, the Earl of Ogle (to whom she was married at the age of 
 fourteen), died ; her second was mysteriously assassinated. The third 
 was Charles Seymour, Duke of Somerset
 
 132 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 walk like camomile. And pray walk you to your dean's, or 
 your Stoyte's, or your Manley's, or your Walls's. But your 
 lodgings make you so proud, you'll walk less than ever. 
 Come, let me go to bed, sirrahs. 
 
 6. Mr Harley's going out yesterday has put him a little 
 backwards. I called twice, and sent, for I am in pain for 
 him. Ford caught me, and made me dine with him on his 
 opera day ; so I brought Mr. Lewis with me, and sat with 
 him till six. I have not seen Mr. Addison these three 
 weeks ; all our friendship is over. I go to no coffeehouse. 
 I presented a parson of the Bishop of Clogher's, one 
 Richardson, to the Duke of Ormond to-day : he is trans- 
 lating prayers and sermons into Irish, and has a project 
 about instructing the Irish in the Protestant religion. 
 
 7. Morning. Faith a little would make me, I could find 
 in my heart, if it were not for one thing, I have a good 
 mind, if I had not something else to do, I would answer 
 your dear saucy letter. O Lord, I am going awry with 
 writing in bed. O faith, but I must answer it, or I shan't 
 have room, for it must go on Saturday; and don't think 
 I'll fill the third side, I an't come to that yet, young 
 women. Well then, as for your Bernage, I have said 
 enough : I writ to him last week. — Turn over that leaf. 
 Now, what says MD to the world to come? I tell you, 
 Madam Stella, my head is a great deal better, and I hope 
 will keep so. How came yours to be fifteen days coming, 
 and you had my fifteenth in seven ? answer me that, rogues. 
 Your being with Goody Walls is excuse enough : I find I 
 was mistaken in the sex, 'tis a boy. Yes, I understand 
 your cypher, and Stella guesses right, as she always does. 
 He gave me ^ al bsadnuk Iboinlpl dfaonr ufainfbtoy 
 dpionufnad, which I sent him again by Mr. Lewis, to whom 
 I writ a very complaining letter that was showed him ; and 
 so the matter ended. He told me he had a quarrel with 
 me ; I said I had another with him, and we returned to our 
 friendship, and I should think he loves me as well as a great 
 minister can love a man in so short a time. Did not I do 
 
 ' " He " is Harley. The cipher can be read by taking every alternate 
 letter, beginning with the first, "a bank bill for fifty pound." Swift 
 employs the same device later. He thought that his letters were liable 
 to be tampered with in the post.
 
 I7IO-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA 133 
 
 right ? I am glad at heart 3'ou have got your palsy water ; 
 pray God Almighty it may do my dearest little Stella good. I 
 suppose Mrs Edgworth set out last Monday se'ennight. 
 Yes, I do read the Examiners, and they are written very 
 finely as you judge. I do not think they are too severe on 
 the Duke ; ^ they only tax him of avarice, and his avarice 
 has ruined us. You may count upon all things in them to 
 be true. The author has said, it is not Prior ; but perhaps 
 it may be Atterbury. — Now, Madam Dingley, says she, 'tis 
 fine weather, says she ; yes, says she, and we have got to 
 our new lodgings. I compute you ought to save eight 
 pounds by being in the others five months ; and you have 
 no more done it than eight thousand. I am glad you are 
 rid of that squinting, blinking Frenchman. I will give you 
 a bill on Parvisol for five pound for the half year. And 
 must I go on at four shillings a-week, and neither eat nor 
 drink for it ? — Who the D — said Atterbury and your Dean 
 were alike ? — I never saw your Chancellor, nor his chaplain. 
 The latter has a good deal of learning, and is a well wisher 
 to be an author : your Chancellor is an excellent man. As 
 for Patrick's bird, he bought him for his tameness, and is 
 grown the wildest I ever saw. His wings have been quilled 
 thrice, and are now up again : he will be able to fly after us 
 to Ireland, if he be willing. — Yes, Mrs Stella, Dingley writes 
 more like Presto than you ; for all you superscribed the 
 letter, as who should say, why should not I write like our 
 Presto as well as Dingley ? You with your awkward SS ; 
 cannot you write them thus, SS ? No, but always SSS.^ 
 Spiteful sluts, to affront Presto's writing ; as that when you 
 shut your eyes you write most like Presto. I know the time 
 when I did not write to you half so plain as I do now ; but 
 I take pity on you both. I am very much concerned for 
 Mrs Walls's eyes. Walls says nothing of it to me in his 
 letter dated after yours. You say, if she recovers she may 
 lose her sight. I hope she is in no danger of her life. Yes, 
 Ford is as sober, as I please : I use him to walk with me as 
 
 ^ See " Examiner," Nos. 27 and 29, by Swift himself. (Scott's 
 edition, iii. 380, 396.) 
 
 ^ " Print cannot do justice to whims of this kind, as they depend 
 wholly upon the awkward shape of the letters." (Note in original 
 edition.)
 
 134 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 an easy companion, always ready for what I please, when 
 I am weary of business and ministers. I don't go to a 
 coffeehouse twice a month. I am very regular in going to 
 sleep before eleven. And so you say that Stella's a pretty 
 girl ; and so she be, and methinks I see her now as hand- 
 some as the day's long. Do you know what ? when I am 
 writing in our language I make up my mouth just as if I was 
 speaking it. I caught myself at it just now. And I suppose 
 Dingley is so fair and so fresh as a lass in May, and has her 
 health, and no spleen. — In your account you sent, do you 
 reckon as usual from the ist of November was twelve- 
 month ? poor Stella, won't Dingley leave her a Httle day- 
 light to write to Presto ? well, well, we'll have day-light 
 shortly, spite of her teeth : and zoo ' must dy Lele, and Hele, 
 and Hele aden. Must loo mimitate Pd/r, pay ? Iss, afid so 
 la shall. And so lelesfolee ret tie. Dood mallow. — At night. 
 Mrs Barton sent this morning to invite me to dinner : and 
 there I dined, just in that genteel manner that MD used 
 when they would treat some better sort of body than usual. 
 
 8. O dear MD, my heart is almost broken. You will 
 hear the thing before this comes to you. I writ a full 
 account of it this night to the Archbishop of Dublin ; and 
 the Dean may tell you the particulars from the Archbishop. 
 I was in a sorry way to write, but thought it might be proper 
 to send a true account of the fact ; for you will hear a 
 thousand lying circumstances. It is of Mr Harley's being 
 stabbed this afternoon at three o'clock at a committee of the 
 council. I was playing Lady Catherine Morris's cards, where 
 I dined, when young Arundel came in with the story. I ran 
 away ijnmediately to the Secretary, which was in my way : 
 no one was at home. I met Mrs St John in her chair ; she 
 had heard it imperfectly. I took a chair to Mr Harley, who 
 was asleep, and they hope in no danger ; but he has been 
 out of order, and was so when he came abroad to-day, and 
 
 ' From what we see of the " little language" in the letters of which 
 the holographs remain, we may be sure that this really ran, " Oo must 
 cly Lele, and Lele, and Lele aden. Must oo mimitate Pdfr, pray? 
 Iss, and so oo sail. And so lele's fol oor rettle. Dood mollow." That 
 is, " You must cry, There, and there, and there again. Must you imi- 
 tate Pdfr, pray ? Yes, and so you shall. And so there's for your letter. 
 Good morrow,"
 
 I71O-I1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I35 
 
 it may put him in a fever : I am in mortal pain for him. 
 That desperate French villain, Marquis de Guiscard, stabbed 
 Mr. Harley.' Guiscard was taken up by Mr Secretary 
 St John's warrant for high treason, and brought before the 
 lords to be examined ; there he stabbed Mr Harley. I have 
 told all the particulars already to the Archbishop. I have 
 now at nine sent again, and they tell me he is in a fair way. 
 Pray pardon my distraction ! I now think of all his kind- 
 ness to me. — The poor creature now lies stabbed in his bed 
 by a desperate French Popish villain. Good night, and God 
 preserve you both, and pity me ; I want it. 
 
 g. Morning ; seven ; in bed. Patrick is just come from 
 Mr Harley's. He slept well till four; the surgeon sat up 
 with him : he is asleep again : he felt a pain in his wound 
 when he waked : they apprehend him in no danger. This 
 account the surgeon left with the porter, to tell people that 
 send. Pray God preserve him. I am rising and going to 
 Mr. Secretary St John. They say Guiscard will die with the 
 wounds Mr St John and the rest gave him. I shall tell you 
 more at night. — Night. Mr Harley still continues on the 
 mending hand ; but he rested ill last night, and felt pain. I 
 was early with the secretary this morning, and I dined with 
 him, and he told me several particularities of this accident, 
 too long to relate now. Mr Harley is still mending this 
 evening, but not at all out of danger; and till then I can 
 have no peace. Good night, &c. and pity Presto. 
 
 10. Mr Harley was restless last night; but he has no 
 fever, and the hopes of his mending increase. I had a letter 
 from Mr Walls, and one from Mr Bernage. I will answer 
 them here, not having time to write. Mr Walls writes about 
 three things ; First, about a hundred pounds from Dr Ray- 
 mond, of which I hear nothing, and it is now too late. 
 Secondly, about Mr Clements : I can do nothing in it, 
 
 ' Guiscard had been employed by the English government, and had 
 received a pension. He, however, attempted to enter upon a cor- 
 respondence with the French Court, and was arrested for high treason. 
 During his examination before the Committee of Privy Councillors 
 (or Cabinet), he made the murderous attack here described. It greatly 
 increased the popularity of Harley and of the Tory ministry. See the 
 " Narration of what passed at the Examination of the Marquis of 
 Guiscard," probably written by Mrs. De La Riviere Manley, but printed 
 in Scott's edition of Swift's Works (v. 333, .f^.)
 
 136 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 because I am not to mention Mr Pratt; and I cannot 
 recommend without knowing Mr Pratt's objections, whose 
 relation Clements is, and who brought him into the place. 
 The third is about my being godfather to the child : that is 
 in my power, and (since there is no remedy) will submit. I 
 wish you could hinder it ; but if it can't be helped, pay what 
 you think proper, and get the provost to stand for me, and 
 let his Christian name be Harley, in honour of my friend, 
 now lying stabbed and doubtful of his life. As for Bernage, 
 he writes me word, that his colonel has offered to make him 
 captain-lieutenant for a hundred pounds. He was such 
 a fool to offer him money without writing to me till it was 
 done, though I have had a dozen letters from him ; and then 
 he desires I would say nothing of this, for fear his colonel 
 should be angry. People are mad. What can I do? I en- 
 gaged Colonel Disney, who was one of his solicitors to the 
 Secretary, and then told him the story. He assured me, 
 that Fielding (Bernage's colonel) said he might have got that 
 sum ; but on account of those great recommendations he 
 had, would give it him for nothing : and I would have Ber- 
 nage write him a letter of thanks, as of a thing given him for 
 nothing, upon recommendations, &c. Disney tells me he 
 will again speak to Fielding, and clear up this matter; and 
 then I will write to Bernage. A pox on him for promising 
 money till I had it promised to me, and then making it such 
 a ticklish point, that one cannot expostulate with the colonel 
 upon it : but let him do as I say, and there is an end. I en- 
 gaged the Secretary of State in it ; and am sure it was meant 
 a kindness to me, and that no money should be given, and a 
 hundred pounds is too much in a Smithfield bargam, as 
 a major-general told me, whose opinion I asked. I am now 
 hurried, and can say no more. Farewell, «S:c. &c. 
 
 How shall I superscribe to your new lodgings, pray 
 madams ? Tell me but that, impudence and saucy face. 
 An't you sauceboxes to write lele like Presto ? 
 O poor Presto ! 
 
 Mr. Harley is better to-night, that makes me so pert, you 
 saucy Gog and Magog.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA 137 
 
 LETTER XVIII. 
 
 London, March 10, 1710-11. 
 
 Pretty little MD must expect little from me till Mr. Harley 
 is out of danger. We hope he is so now : but I am subject 
 to fear for my friends. He has a head full of the whole 
 business of the nation, was out of order when the villain 
 stabbed him, and had a cruel contusion by the second blow. 
 But all goes on well yet. Mr. Ford and I dined with Mr. 
 Lewis, and we hope the best. 
 
 1 1. This morning Mr Secretary and I met at court, where 
 he went to the Queen, who is out of order and aguish : I 
 doubt the worst for this accident to Mr Harley. We went 
 together to his house, and his wound looks well, and he is 
 not feverish at all, and I think it is foolish in me to be 
 so much in pain as I am. I had the penknife in my hand, 
 which is broken within a quarter of an inch of the handle. I 
 have a mind to write and publish an account of all the par- 
 ticularities of this fact : it will be very curious, and I would 
 do it when Mr Harley is past danger. 
 
 1 2. We have been in terrible pain to-day about Mr Harley, 
 who never slept last night, and has been very feverish. But 
 this evening I called there, and young Mr Harley (his only 
 son) tells me he is now much better, and was then asleep. 
 They let nobody see him, and that is perfectly right. The 
 Parliament cannot go on till he is well, and are forced 
 to adjourn their money businesses, which none but he can 
 help them in. Pray God preserve him. 
 
 13. Mr Harley is better to-day, slept well all night, and we 
 are a little out of our fears. I send and call three or four 
 times every day. I went into the city for a walk, and dined 
 there with a private man ; and coming home this evening, 
 broke my shm in the Strand, over a tub of sand left just in 
 the way. I got home dirty enough, and went straight to bed, 
 where I have been cooking it with goldbeaters' skin, and have 
 been peevish enough with Patrick, who was near an hour 
 bringing a rag from next door. It is my right shin, where 
 never any humour fell when t'other used to swell ; so 
 I apprehend it less : however, I shall not stir till 'tis well, 
 which I reckon will be in a week. I am very careful in these
 
 138 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 sort of things, but I wish I had Mrs Johnson's water : she is 
 out of town, and I must make a shift with alum. I will 
 dine with Mrs Vanhomrigh till I am well, who lives but five 
 doors off : and that I may venture. 
 
 14. My journals are like to be very diverting, now I 
 cannot stir abroad, between accounts of Mr. Harley's mend- 
 ing, and of my broken shin. I just walked to my neighbour 
 Vanhomrigh at two, and came away at six, when little 
 Harrison the Tatler came to me, and begged me to dictate a 
 paper to him, which I was forced in charity to do. Mr 
 Harley still mends ; and I hope in a day or two to trouble 
 you no more with him, nor with my shin. Go to bed and 
 sleep, sirrahs, that you may rise to-morrow, and walk to 
 Donnybrook, and lose your money with Stoyte and the dean ; 
 do so, dear little rogues, and drink Presto's health. O, pray, 
 don't you drink Presto's health sometimes with your deans, 
 and your Stoytes, and your Walls, and your Manleys, and 
 your every bodies, pray now ? I drink MD's to myself a 
 hundred thousand times. 
 
 15. I was this morning at Mr Secretary St John's for all 
 my shin, and he has given me for young Harrison the Tatler 
 the prettiest employment in Europe, — secretary to Lord 
 Raby, who is to be ambassador extraordinary at the Hague, 
 where all the great affairs will be concerted ; so we shall lose 
 the Tatlers in a fortnight. I will send Harrison to-morrow 
 morning to thank the secretary. Poor Biddy Floyd ^ has 
 got the small-pox. I called this morning to see Lady Betty 
 Germain ; and when she told me so, I fairly took my leave. 
 I have the luck of it ; for about ten days ago, I was to 
 see Lord Carteret ; and my lady Avas entertaining me with 
 telling of a young lady, a cousin, who was then ill in 
 the house of the small-pox, and is since dead : it was near 
 Lady Betty's, and I fancy Biddy took the fright by it. 
 I dined with Mr Secretary, and a physician came in just 
 from Guiscard, who tells us he is dying of his wounds, and 
 can hardly live till to-morrow. A poor wench that Guiscard 
 kept sent him a bottle of sack ; but the keeper would not let 
 him touch it, for fear it was poison. He had two quarts of 
 old clotted blood come out of his side to-day, and is delirious. 
 
 ' A beauty and a favourite with Dr. Swift. See his verses on her, 
 " Poetical Works" (Aldine), i. 69.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA T39 
 
 I am sorry he is dying ; for they had found out a way to hang 
 him. He certainly had an intention to murder the Queen. 
 
 16. I have made but little progress in this letter for so 
 many days, thanks to Guiscard and Mr Harley; and it 
 would be endless to tell you all the particulars of that odious 
 fact. I do not yet hear that Guiscard is dead, but they say 
 'tis impossible he should recover. I walked too much yes- 
 terday for a man with a broken shin ; to-day I rested, and 
 went no farther than Mrs Vanhomrigh's, where I dined ; and 
 Lady Betty Butler coming in about six, I was forced in good 
 manners to sit with her till nine ; then I came home, and Mr 
 Ford came in to visit my shin, and sat with me till eleven : 
 so 1 have been very idle and naughty. It vexes me to the 
 pluck that I should lose walking this delicious day. Have 
 you seen the Spectator yet, a paper that comes out every 
 day ? 'Tis written by Mr Steele, who seems to have gathered 
 new life, and have a new fund of wit; it is in the same 
 nature as his Tatlers, and they have all of them had some- 
 thing pretty. I believe Addison and he club. I never see 
 them ; and I plainly told Mr Harley and Mr St John ten 
 days ago, before my Lord- Keeper and Lord Rivers, I had been 
 foolish enough to spend my credit with them in favour 
 of Addison and Steele ; but that I would engage and promise 
 never to say one word in their behalf, having been used so 
 ill for what I had already done. So now I am got into the 
 way of prating again, there will be no quiet for me. 
 
 When Presto begins to prate, 
 Give him a rap upon the pate. 
 
 Lord, how I blot ; it is time to leave off, &c. 
 
 17. Guiscard died this morning at two, and the coroner's 
 inquest nave found that he was killed by bruises received 
 from a messenger, so to clear the cabinet counsellors from 
 whom he received his wounds. I had a letter from Ray- 
 mond, who cannot hear of your box ; but I hope you have 
 it before this comes to your hands. I dined to-day with 
 Mr. Lewis of the Secretary's ofifice. Mr Harley has abund- 
 ance of extravasated blood comes from his breast out of 
 his wound, and will not be well as soon as we expected. 
 
 1 had something to say, but cannot call it to mind, (what 
 was it ?)
 
 I40 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 II. I was to-day at court to look for the Duke of Argyle, 
 and give him the memorial about Bernage. The Duke 
 goes ' with the first fair wind : I could not find him, but 
 I have given the memorial to another to give him ; and, 
 however, it shall be sent after him. Bernage has made 
 a blunder in offering money to his colonel without my 
 advice ; however, he is made a captain-lieutenant, only he 
 must recruit the company, which will cost him forty pounds, 
 and that is cheaper than a hundred. I dined to-day with 
 Mr Secretary St John, and staid till seven, but would not 
 drink his champagne and burgundy for fear of the gout. 
 My shin mends, but is not well. I hope it will by the time 
 I send this letter, next Saturday. 
 
 1 9. I went to-day into the city, but in a coach, and sossed up 
 my leg on the seat ; and, as I came home, I went to see poor 
 Charles Bernard's books,^ which are to be sold by auction, 
 and I itch to lay out nine or ten pounds for some fine 
 editions of fine authors. But 'tis too far, and I shall let it 
 slip, as I usually do all such opportunities. I dined in a 
 coffeehouse with Stratford upon chops, and some of his 
 wine. Where did MD dine? Why, poor MD dined at 
 home to-day, because of the Archbishop, and they could not 
 go abroad, and had a breast of mutton and a pint of wine. 
 I hope Mrs Walls mends ; and pray give me an account 
 what sort of godfather I made, and whether I behaved my- 
 self handsomely. The Duke of Argyle is gone ; and 
 whether he has my memorial, I know not, till I see Dr 
 Arburthnot,' to whom I gave it. That hard name belongs 
 to a Scotch doctor, an acquaintance of the Duke's and me ; 
 Stella can't pronounce it. O that we were at Laracor this 
 fine day ! the willows begin to peep, and the quicks to bud. 
 My dream's out : I was a dreaming last night that I eat ripe 
 cherries. And now they begin to catch the pikes, and will 
 shortly the trouts, (pox on these ministers,) and I would fain 
 know whether the floods were ever so high as to get over the 
 holly bank or the river walk ; if so, then all my pikes 
 
 * To Spain, in supreme command. 
 
 ' Bernard was a bookseller who had failed or was dead. See above. 
 
 ' "The name is pronounced in Scotland as spelled by Swift. His 
 friendship with Arbuthnot was just now commencing." (Scott.) Swift 
 also spells the word " Arburthnett " and "Arbuthnot."
 
 I7I0-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA I4I 
 
 are gone ; but I hope not. Why don't you ask Parvisol 
 these things, sirrahs ? And then my canal, and trouts, and 
 whether the bottom be fine and clear? But harkee, ought 
 not Parvisol to pay in my last year's rents and arrears out of 
 his hands ? I am thinking, if either of you have heads to 
 take his accounts, it should be paid into you ; otherwise 
 to Mr Walls. I will write an order on t'other side ; and 
 do as you will. Here's a world of business ; but I must go 
 sleep, I'm drowsy ; and so good night, &c. 
 
 20. This sore shin ruins me in coach hire ; no less than 
 two shillings to-day going and coming from the city, where I 
 dined with one you never heard of, and passed an insipid 
 day. I writ this post to Bernage, with the account I told 
 you above, I hope he will like it ; 'tis his own fault, or it 
 would have been better. I reckon your next letter will be 
 full of Mr Harley's stabbing. He still mends, but abundance 
 of extravasated blood has come out of the wound : he keeps 
 his bed, and sees nobody. The Speaker's ' eldest son is just 
 dead of the small pox, and the House is adjourned a week, 
 to give him time to wipe off his tears. I think it very 
 handsomely done; but I believe one reason is, that they 
 want Mr Harley so much. Biddy Floyd is like to do well : 
 and so go to your Dean's, and roast his oranges, and lose 
 your money ; do so, you saucy sluts. Stella, you lost three 
 shillings and fourpence t'other night at Stoyte's, yes, you 
 did, and Presto stood in a corner, and saw you all the 
 while, and then stole away. I dream very often I am in 
 Ireland, and that I have left my clothes and things behind 
 me, and have not taken leave of any body, and that the 
 ministry expect me to-morrow, and such nonsense. 
 
 21. I would not for a guinea have a letter from you till 
 this goes ; and go it shall on Saturday, faith. I dined with 
 Mrs Vanhomrigh, to save my shin, and then went on some 
 business to the secretary, and he was not at home. 
 
 22. Yesterday was a short day's journal : but what care I? 
 what cares saucy Presto ? Darteneuf invited me to dinner 
 to-day. Don't you know Darteneuf? That's the man 
 that knows every thing, and that every body knows ; and 
 that knows where a knot of rabble are going on a holiday, 
 
 * William Bromley, member for Oxford University.
 
 142 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 and when they were there last : and then I went to the 
 coffeehouse. My shin mends, but is not quite healed; 
 I ought to keep it up, but I don't ; I e'en let it go as it 
 comes. Pox take Parvisol and his watch. If I do not 
 receive the ten pound bill I am to get towards it, I will 
 neither receive watch nor chain ; so let Parvisol know. 
 
 23. I this day appointed the Duke of Ormond to meet 
 him at Ned Southwell's, about an affair of printing Irish 
 prayer-books, &c. but the Duke never came. There South- 
 well had letters that two packets are taken ; so if MD writ 
 then, the letters are gone ; for they were packets coming 
 here. Mr Harley is not yet well, but his extravasated blood 
 continues, and I doubt he will not be quite well in a good 
 while : I find you have heard of the fact, by Southwell's 
 letters from Ireland : what do you think of it ? I dined with 
 Sir John Perceval,' and saw his lady sitting in the bed, in the 
 forms of a lying-in woman : and coming home my sore shin 
 itched, and I forgot what it was, and rubbed off the scab, 
 and blood came ; but I am now got into bed, and have put 
 on alum curd, and it is almost well. Lord Rivers told me 
 yesterday a piece of bad news, as a secret, that the Pre- 
 tender is going to be married to the Duke of Savoy's 
 daughter. 'Tis very bad, if it be true. We were walking in 
 the Mall with some Scotch lords, and he could not tell it 
 until they were gone, and he bade me tell it to none but the 
 secretary of state and MD. This goes to-morrow, and I 
 have no room but to bid my dearest little MD good night. 
 
 24. I will now seal up this letter, and send it ; for I 
 reckon to have none from you ('tis morning now) between 
 this and night ; and I will put it in the post with my own 
 hands. I am going out in great haste ; so farewell, &c. 
 
 LETTER XIX. 
 
 London, March 24, 1710-II. 
 
 It was a little cross in Presto not to send to-day to the 
 coffeehouse to see whether there was a letter from MD 
 before I sent away mine; but faith I did it on purpose, 
 
 ^ Soon afterwards created a peer, and eventually made Earl of Egmont.
 
 I/IO-Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 143 
 
 because I would scorn to answer two letters of yours succes- 
 sively. This way of journal is the worst in the world for 
 writing of news, unless one does it the last day ; and so I 
 will observe henceforward, if there be any politics or stuff 
 worth sending. My shin mends in spite of the scratching 
 last night. I dined to-day at Ned Southwell's with the 
 Bishop of Ossory and a parcel of Irish gentlemen. Have 
 you yet seen any of the Spectators ? Just three weeks to- 
 day since I had your last, N. ii. I am afraid I have lost 
 one by the packet that was taken ; that will vex me, con- 
 sidering the pains MD take to write, especially poor pretty 
 Stella, and her weak eyes ; God bless them and the owner, 
 and send them well, and little me together, I hope ere long. 
 This illness of Mr Harley puts every thing backwards, and he 
 is still down, and like to be so, by that extravasated blood 
 which comes from his breast to the wound : it was by the 
 second blow Guiscard gave him after the penknife was 
 broken. I am shocked at that villany whenever I think of 
 it. Biddy Floyd is past danger, but will lose all her beauty : 
 she had them mighty thick, especially about her nose. 
 
 25. Morning. I wish you a merry new year : this is the 
 first day of the year, you know, with us, and 'tis Lady-day. 
 I must rise and go to my Lord-Keeper : it is not shaving day 
 to-day, so I shall be early. I am to dine with Mr Secretary 
 St John. Good morrow, my mistresses both, good morrow. 
 Stella will be peeping out of her room at Mrs de Caudres' 
 down upon the folks as they come from church ; and there 
 comes Mrs Proby, and that's my Lady Southwell, and 
 there's Lady Betty Rochfort. I long to hear how you are 
 settled in your new lodgings. I wish I were rid of my old 
 ones, and that Mrs Brent could contrive to put up my books 
 in boxes, and lodge them in some safe place, and you keep 
 my papers of importance. But I must rise, I tell you. — At 
 night. So I visited and dined as I told you, and what of 
 that ? We have let Guiscard be buried at last, after showing 
 him pickled in a trough this fortnight for twopence a piece ; 
 and the fellow that showed would point to his body, and, 
 See, gentlemen, this is the wound that was given him by his 
 Grace the Duke of Ormond ; and this is the wound, &c. and 
 then the show was over, and another set of rabble came in. 
 Tis hard that our laws would not suffer us to hang his body
 
 144 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 in chains, because he was not tried ; and in the eye of our 
 law every man is innocent till then. — Mr Harley is still very 
 weak, and never out of bed. 
 
 26. This was a most delicious day; and my shin being 
 past danger, I walked Uke lightning above two hours in the 
 Park. We have generally one fair day, and then a great 
 deal of rain for three or four days together. All things are 
 at a stop in Parliament for want of Mr Harley ; they cannot 
 stir an inch without him in their most material affairs : and 
 we fear by the caprice of Radcliffe,' who will admit none but 
 his own surgeon, he has not been well looked after. I dined 
 at an ale-house with Mr Lewis, but had his wine. Don't 
 you begin to see the flowers and blossoms of the field ? 
 How busy should I now be at Laracor ? No news of your 
 box ? I hope you have it, and are this minute drinking the 
 chocolate, and that the smell of the Brazil tobacco has not 
 affected it. I would be glad to know whether you like it, 
 because I would send you more by people that are now 
 every day thinking of going to Ireland ; therefore pray tell 
 me, and tell me soon : and I will have the strong box. 
 
 27. A rainy wretched scurvy day from morning till night : 
 and my neighbour Vanhomrigh invited me to dine with 
 them : and this evening I passed at Mr Prior's with Dr 
 Freind ; and 'tis now past twelve, so I must go sleep. 
 
 28. Morning. O faith, you're an impudent saucy couple 
 of sluttekins, for presuming to write so soon, said I to myself 
 this morning ; who knows but there may be a letter from 
 MD at the coffeehouse? Well, you must know, and so, 
 I just now sent Patrick, and he brought me three letters, but 
 not one from MD, no indeed, for I read all the superscrip- 
 tions ; and not one from MD. One I opened, it was from 
 the Archbishop ; t'other I opened, it was from Staunton ; the 
 third I took, and looked at the hand. Whose hand is this ? 
 says I : yes, says I, whose hand is this ? then there was wax 
 between the folds ; then I began to suspect ; then I peeped ; 
 faith, it was Walls's hand after all : then I opened it in a 
 rage, and then it was little MD's hand, dear, little, pretty, 
 charming MD's sweet hand again. O Lord, en't here a 
 clutter and a stir, and a bustle, never saw the like. Faith I 
 
 ' Dr. Radcliffe, the famous physician, would not meet Mr. Bussiere, 
 the surgeon who had at first dressed the wound.
 
 I710-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA I45 
 
 believe yours lay some days at the post-ofifice, and that it 
 came before my eighteenth went, but that I did not expect 
 it, and I hardly ever go there. Well, and so you think I'll 
 answer this letter now ? no, faith, and so I won't. I'll make 
 you wait, young women ; but I'll inquire immediately about 
 poor Dingley's exchequer trangum.^ What, is that Vedel 
 again a soldier ? Was he broke ? I'll put it in Ben Tooke's 
 hand. I hope Vedel could not sell it. — At night. Vedel, 
 Vedel, poh, pox, I thing it is Vedeau, ay, Vedeau, no-w I 
 have it : let me see, do you name him in yours ? Yes, Mr 
 John Vedeau is the brother ; but where does this brothei 
 live ? I'll inquire. This was a fast-day for the public ; so I 
 dined late with Sir Matthew Dudley, whom I have not been 
 with a great while. He is one of those that must lose his 
 employment whenever the great shake comes ; and I can't 
 contribute to keep him in, though I have dropped words in 
 his favour to the ministry ; but he has been too violent a 
 Whig, and friend to the Lord-Treasurer,^ to stay in. 'Tis 
 odd to think how long they let those people keep their 
 places ; but the reason is, they have not enough to satisfy 
 all expecters, and so they keep them all in hopes, that they 
 may be good boys in the mean time ; and thus the old ones 
 hold in still. The Comptroller^ told me, that there are 
 eight people expect his staff. I walked after dinner to-day 
 round the Park. — What, do I write politics to little young 
 women ? Hold your tongue, and go to your Dean's. 
 
 29. Morning. If this be a fine day, I will walk into the 
 city, and see Charles Barnard's library. What care I for 
 your letter, your saucy N. 1 2 ? I will say nothing to it yet : 
 faith, I believe this will be full before its time, and then go 
 it must. I will always write once a-fortnight ; and if it goes 
 sooner by filling sooner, why then there is so much clear 
 gain. Morrow, morrow, rogues and lasses both, I can't lie 
 scribbling here in bed for your play; I must rise, and so 
 morrow again. — At night. Your friend Montgomery and his 
 sister are here, as I am told by Patrick : I have seen him 
 often, but take no notice of him : he is grown very ugly and 
 pimpled. They tell me he is a gamester, and wins money. How 
 
 * Trangame means a toy or trifle. It seems used here to indicate a 
 tally. 
 
 '^ Godolphin, the late Lord-Treasurer. ' Sir John Holland. 
 
 II. L
 
 146 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 could I help it, pray ? Patrick snuffed the candle too short, 
 and the grease ran down upon the paper/ It en't my fault, 
 'tis Patrick's fault ; pray now don't blame Presto. I walked 
 to-day in the city, and dined at a private house, and went 
 to see the auction of poor Charles Barnard's books ; they 
 were in the middle of the physic books ; so I bought none ; 
 and they are so dear, I believe I shall buy none, and 
 there's an end ; and go to Stoyte's, and I'll go sleep. 
 
 30. Morning. This is Good-Friday, you must know, and 
 I must rise and go to Mr Secretary about some business, 
 and Mrs Vanhomrigh desires me to breakfast with her, 
 because she is to intercede for Patrick, who is so often drunk 
 and quarrelsome in the house, that I was resolved to send 
 him over ; but he knows all the places where I send, and is 
 so used to my ways, that it would be inconvenient to me ; 
 but when I come to Ireland, I will discharge him.^ Sir 
 Thomas Mansel, one of the Lords of the Treasury, setting 
 me down at my door to-day, saw Patrick, and swore he was 
 a Teaguelander.^ I am so used to his face, I never observed 
 it, but thought him a pretty fellow. Sir Andrew Fountaine 
 and I supped this fast-day with Mrs Vanhomrigh. We were 
 afraid Mr Harley's wound would turn to a fistula ; but we 
 think the danger is now past. He rises every day, and 
 walks about his room, and we hope he will be out in a fort- 
 night. Prior showed me a handsome paper of verses he has 
 writ on Mr Harley's accident : they are not out ; I will send 
 them to you, if he will give me a copy. 
 
 31. Morning. What shall we do to make April fools this 
 year, now it happens on Sunday ? Patrick brings word that 
 Mr Harley still mends, and is up every day. I design to see 
 him in a few days : and he brings me word too that he has found 
 out Vedeau's brother's shop : I shall call there in a day or 
 two. It seems the wife lodges next door to the brother. I 
 doubt the scoundrel was broke, and got a commission, or 
 perhaps is a volunteer gentleman, and expects to get one by 
 his valour. Morrow, sirrahs, let me rise. — At night. I 
 
 ^ "It caused a violent daub on the paper, which still continues much 
 discoloured in the original." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ^ " He forgot here to say, At Night. See what goes before. " (Note in 
 the original edition.) 
 
 ' Irishman.
 
 I71O-II] JOURNAL TO STELLA I47 
 
 dined to-day with Sir Thomas Mansel. We were walking 
 in the Park, and Mr Lewis came to us. Mansel asked 
 where we dined ? "We said, together. He said, we should 
 dine with him, only his wife desired him to bring nobody, 
 because she had only a leg of mutton. I said, I would dine 
 with him to choose ; but he would send a servant to order a 
 plate or two : yet this man has ten thousand pounds a-year 
 in land, and is a Lord of the Treasury, and is not covetous 
 neither, but runs out merely by slattering and negligence. 
 The worst dinner I ever saw at the Dean's was better : but 
 so it is with abundance of people here. I called at night at 
 Mr Harley's, who begins to walk in his room with a stick, 
 but is mighty weak. See how much I have lost with that 
 ugly grease.^ 'Tis your fault, pray ; and I'll go to bed. 
 
 April I. The Duke of Buckingham's house fell down last 
 night with an earthquake, and is half swallowed up ; — Won't 
 you go and see it? — An April fool, an April fool, O ho, 
 young women. — Well, don't be angry, I'll make you an 
 April fool no more till the next time : we had no sport here, 
 because it is Sunday, and Easter Sunday. I dined with the 
 secretary, who seemed terribly down and melancholy, which 
 Mr Prior and Lewis observed as well as I : perhaps some- 
 thing is gone wrong ; perhaps there is nothing in it. God 
 bless my own dearest MD, and all is well. 
 
 2. We have such windy weather, 'tis troublesome walking, 
 yet all the rabble have got into our Park these Easter holidays. 
 I am plagued with one Richardson, an Irish parson, and his 
 project of printing Irish Bibles, &c. to make you Christians 
 in that country : I befriend him what I can, on account of 
 the Archbishop and Bishop of Clogher. But what business 
 have I to meddle ? &c. Don't you remember that, sirrah 
 Stella? what was that about, when you thought I was 
 meddling with something that was not my business? O 
 faith, you are an impudent slut, I remember your doings, I'll 
 never forget you as long as I live. Lewis and I dined to- 
 gether at his lodgings. But where's the answer to this letter 
 of MD's ? O faith, Presto, you must think of that. Time 
 enough, says saucy Presto. 
 
 ^ "The candle grease mentioned before, which soaked through, and 
 deformed this part of the paper on the second page." (Note in originai 
 edition. )
 
 148 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 3. I was this morning to see Mrs Barton ; I love her 
 better than any body here, and see her seldomer. Why, 
 really now, so it often happens in the world, that where one 
 loves a body best — pshah, pshah, you are so silly with your 
 moral observations. — Well, but she told me a very good 
 story. An old gentlewoman died here two months ago, and 
 left in her will to have eight men and eight maids bearers, 
 who should have two guineas a-piece, ten guineas to the 
 parson for a sermon, and two guineas to the clerk. But 
 bearers, parson, and clerk, must be all true virgins ; and not 
 to be admitted till they took their oaths of virginity : so the 
 poor woman lies still unburied, and so must do till the 
 general resurrection. I called at Mr Secretary's, to see what 
 
 the D ailed him on Sunday ; I made him a very proper 
 
 speech, told him I observed he was much out of temper : 
 that I did not expect he would tell me the cause, but would 
 be glad to see he was in better ; and one thing I warned him 
 of, never to appear cold to me, for I would not be treated like 
 a schoolboy ; that I had felt too much of that in my life 
 already, (meaning from Sir WiUiam Temple,) that I expected 
 every great minister, who honoured me with his acquaintance, 
 if he heard or saw any thing to my disadvantage, would let 
 me know in plain words, and not put me in pain to guess by 
 the change or coldness of his countenance or behaviour ; for 
 it was what I would hardly bear from a crowned head, and 
 I thought no subject's favour was worth it ; and that I de- 
 signed to let my Lord-Keeper and Mr Harley know the same 
 thing, that they might use me acccordingly. He took all 
 right ; said I had reason ; vowed nothing ailed him but 
 sitting up whole nights at business, and one night at drink- 
 ing ; would have had me dine with him and Mrs Masham's 
 brother, to make up matters ; but I would not. I dqn't 
 know, but I would not. But indeed I was engaged with 
 my old friend Rollinson ; ^ you never heard of him 
 before. 
 
 4. I sometimes look a line or two back, and see plaguy 
 mistakes of the pen ; how do you get over them ? you are 
 puzzled sometimes. Why, I think what I said to Mr Secre- 
 
 ' William Rollinson, wine merchant, who retired and lived in Oxford- 
 shire, a friend of Pope.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 149 
 
 tary was right. Don't you remember how I used to be in 
 pain when Sir William Temple would look cold and out of 
 humour for three or four days, and I used to suspect a 
 hundred reasons. I have plucked up my spirit since then, 
 faith ; he spoiled a fine gentleman. I dined with my neigh- 
 bour Vanhomrigh, and MD, poor MD, at home on a loin of 
 mutton, and half a pint of wine, and the mutton was raw, 
 poor Stella could not eat, poor dear rogue, and Dingley was 
 so vexed : but we'll dine at Stoyte's to-morrow. Mr Harley 
 promised to see me ii. z day or two, so I called this evening ; 
 but his son and others were abroad, and he asleep, so I came 
 away, and found out Mrs Vedeau. She drew out a letter 
 from Dingley, and said she would get a friend to receive the 
 money. I told her I would employ Mr Tooke in it hence- 
 forward. Her husband bought a lieutenancy of foot, and is 
 gone to Portugal. He sold his share of the shop to his 
 brother, and put out the money to maintain her, all but what 
 bought the commission. She lodges within two doors of her 
 brother. She told me, it made her very melancholy to 
 change her manner of life thus, but trade was dead, &c. 
 She says, she will write to you soon. I design to engage 
 Ben Tooke, and then receive the parchment from her. I 
 gave Mr Dopping a copy of Prior's verses on Mr Harley, he 
 sent them yesterday to Ireland, so go look for them, for I 
 won't be at the trouble to transcribe them here. — They will 
 be printed in a day or two. Give my hearty service to Stoyte 
 and Catherine ; upon my word I love them dearly, and 
 desire you will tell them so : pray desire Goody Stoyte not 
 to let Mrs Walls and Mrs Johnson cheat her of her money at 
 ombre, but assure her from me, that she is a bungler. Dine 
 with her to-day, and tell her so, and drink my health, and 
 good voyage, and speedy return, and so you're a rogue. 
 
 5. Morning. Now let us proceed to examine a saucy 
 letter from one Madam MD. God Almighty bless poor 
 dear Stella, and send her a great many birthdays, all happy 
 and healthy, and wealthy, and with me ever together, and 
 never asunder again, unless by chance. When I find you- 
 are happy or merry there, it makes me so here, and I 
 can hardly imagine you absent when I am reading your 
 letter, or writing to you. No, faith, you are just here upon 
 this little paper, and therefore I see and talk with you
 
 150 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 every evening constantly, and sometimes in the morning, but 
 not always in the morning, because that is not so modest to 
 young ladies. What, you would fain palm a letter upon me 
 more than you sent ; and I, like a fool, must look over all 
 yours, to see whether this was really N. 1 2, or more. Patrick 
 has this moment brought me letters from the Bishop of 
 Clogher and Parvisol ; my heart was at my mouth for fear of 
 one from MD ; what a disgrace would it be to have two of 
 yours to answer together ? but faith this shall go to-night, for 
 fear, and then come when it will, I defy it. No, you are not 
 naughty at all, write when you are disposed. And so the 
 Dean told you the story of Mr Harley, from the Archbishop ; 
 I warrant it never spoiled your supper, or broke off your 
 game. Nor yet, have not you the box ; I wish Mrs Edgworth 
 had the — . But you have it now, I suppose : and is the 
 chocolate good, or has the tobacco spoiled it ? Leigh stays 
 till Sterne has done his business, no longer ; and when that 
 will be, God knows : I befriend him as much as I can, but 
 Mr Harley's accident stops that as well as all things else. 
 You guess. Madam Dingley, that I shall stay a round twelve- 
 month ; as hope saved, I would come over, if I could, this 
 minute ; but we will talk of that by and by. Your affair of 
 Vedeau I have told you of already ; now to the next, turn 
 over the leaf Mrs Dobbins lies, I have no more provision 
 here or in Ireland than I had. I am pleased that Stella the 
 conjurer approves what I did with Mr Harley ; ^ but your 
 generosity makes me mad ; I know you repine inwardly at 
 Presto's absence; you think he has broken his word, of 
 coming in three months, and that this is always his trick : 
 and now Stella says, she does not see possibly how I can 
 come away in haste, and that MD is satisfied, &c. An't you 
 a rogue to overpower me thus ? I did not expect to find such 
 friends as I have done. They may indeed deceive me too. 
 But there are important reasons [Pox on this grease, this 
 candle tallow !] why they should not. I have been used 
 barbarously by the late ministry; I am a little piqued in 
 honour to let people see I am not to be despised. The 
 assurances they give me, without any scruple or provocation, 
 are such as are usually believed in the world ; they may come 
 
 1 <( 
 
 In relation to the bank note." (Note in original edition.)
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 15I 
 
 to nothing, but the first opportunity that offers, and is 
 neglected, I shall depend no more, but come away. I could 
 say a thousand things on this head, if I were with you. I 
 am thinking why Stella should not go to the Bath, if she be 
 told it will do her good ; I will make Parvisol get up fifty 
 pounds, and pay it you ; and you may be good housewives, 
 and live cheap there some months, and return in autumn, or 
 visit London, as you please : pray think of it. I writ to 
 Bernage, directed to Curry's ; I wish he had the letter. I 
 will send the bohea tea, if I can. The Bishop of Kilmore, 
 I don't keep such company ; an old dying fool, whom I was 
 never with in my life. So I am no godfather ; all the better. 
 Pray, Stella, explain those two words of yours to me, what 
 you mean by Villian and Dainger, and you. Madam Dingley, 
 
 what is Christ iatiing ? Lay your letters this way, this way, 
 
 and the devil a bit of difference between this way and t'other 
 way. No ; I'll show you, lay them this way, this way, and 
 
 not that way, that way.^ You shall have your aprons ; 
 
 and I'll put all your commissions as they come, in a paper 
 together, and don't think I'll forget MD's orders, because 
 they are friends ; I'll be as careful as if they were strangers. 
 I know not what to do about this Clements.'"* Walls will not 
 let me say any thing, as if Mr Pratt was against him ; and 
 now the Bishop of Clogher has written to me in his behalf. 
 This thing does not rightly fall in my way, and that people 
 never consider : I always give my good offices where they 
 are proper, and that I am judge of ; however, I will do what 
 I can. But if he has the name of a Whig, it will be hard, 
 considering my Lord Anglesea and Hyde are very much 
 otherwise, and you know they have the employment of 
 Deputy-Treasurer. If the frolic should take you of going to 
 the Bath, I here send you a note on Parvisol ; if not, you 
 may tear it, and there's an end. Farewell. 
 
 If you have an imagination that the Bath will do you 
 good, I say again, I would have you go ; if not, or it be in- 
 convenient, burn this note. Or, if you would go, and not 
 take so much money, take thirty pounds, and I will return 
 you twenty from hence. Do as you please, sirrahs. I 
 
 ^ " The writing gives example of the right and wrong mode of sloping 
 the letters." (Note in original edition.) 
 ^ Compare pp. 135-136 above.
 
 152 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 suppose it will not be too late for the first season ; if it be. I 
 would have you resolve, however, to go the second season, if 
 the doctors say it will do you good, and you fancy so. 
 
 LETTER XX. 
 
 London, April 5, 1711. 
 
 I put my nineteenth in the post-office just now my self, as 
 I came out of the city, where I dined. This rain ruins me 
 in coach hire; I walked away sixpenny worth, and came 
 within a shilling length, and then took a coach, and got a 
 lift back for nothing ; and am now busy. 
 
 6. Mr Secretary desired I would see him this morning, 
 said he had several things to say to me, and said not one : 
 and the Duke of Ormond sent to desire I would meet him 
 at Mr Southwell's, by ten this morning too, which I did, 
 thinking it was some particular matter. All the Irish in 
 town were there, to consult upon preventing a bill for laying 
 a duty on Irish yarn ; so we talked a while, and then all went 
 to the lobby of the House of Commons, to solicit our friends, 
 and the Duke came among the rest; and Lord Anglesea 
 solicited admirably, and I did wonders. But, after all, the 
 matter was put off till Monday, and then we are to be at it 
 again. I dined with Lord Mountjoy, and looked over him 
 at chess, which put me in mind of Stella and Griffyth. I 
 came home, and that dog Patrick was not within, so I "fretted, 
 and fretted, and what good did that do me ? And so 
 
 Get you gone to your Deans, 
 You couple of queans. 
 
 I can't find rhyme to Walls and Stoyte. — Yes, yes, 
 
 You expect Mrs Walls, 
 Be dress'd when she calls, 
 To carry you to Stoyte, 
 Or else honi soit. 
 
 Henley told me that the Tories were insupportable people, 
 because they are for bringing in French claret, and will not 
 sup-port. Mr Harley will hardly get abroad this week or ten 
 days yet. I reckon, when I send away this letter, he will be
 
 17 1 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 153 
 
 just got into the House of Commons. My last letter went 
 in twelve days, and so perhaps may this. No it won't ; for 
 those letters that go under a fortnight, are answerers to one 
 of your's, otherwise you must take the days as they happen, 
 some dry, some wet, some barren, some fruitful, some merry, 
 some insipid, some, etc. I will write you word exactly the 
 first day I see young gooseberries, and pray observe how 
 much later you are. We have not had five fine days this 
 five weeks, but rain or wind. — 'Tis a late spring they say 
 here. Go to bed, you two dear saucy brats, and don't keep 
 me up all night. 
 
 7. Ford has been at Epsom to avoid Good Friday and 
 Easter Sunday. He forced me to-day to dine with him ; and 
 tells me, there are letters from Ireland giving an account of 
 a great indiscretion in the Archbishop of Dublin,^ who applied 
 a story out of Tacitus, very reflectingly on Mr. Harley, and 
 that twenty people have written of it ; I do not believe it 
 yet. I called this evening to see Mr Secretary, who had been 
 very ill with the gravel and pain in his back, by burgundy 
 and champagne, added to the sitting up all night at business ; 
 I'found him drinking tea, while the rest were at champagne, - 
 and was very glad of it. I have chid him so severely, that I 
 hardly knew whether he would take it well : then I went and 
 sat an hour with Mrs St John, who is growing a great favourite 
 of mine ; she goes to the Bath on Wednesday, for she is 
 much out of health, and has begged me to take care of the 
 secretary. 
 
 8. I dined to-day with Mr Secretary St John ; he gave 
 me a letter to read, which was from the publisher of the 
 newspaper called the Post-Boy ; in it there was a long copy 
 of a letter from Dublin, giving an account of what the Whigs 
 said upon Mr. Harley's being stabbed, and how much they 
 abuse him and Mr Secretary St John ; and at the end there 
 was half a dozen lines, telling the story of the Archbishop of 
 Dublin, and abusing him horribly ; this was to be printed on 
 Tuesday. I told the Secretary I would not suffer that about 
 the Archbishop to be printed, and so I crossed it out ; and 
 afterwards, to prevent all danger, I made him give me the 
 letter, and, upon farther thought, would let none of it be 
 
 ^ See Dr. King's letter to Swift of March 17th, 1710-11, in Swift's 
 Correspondence.
 
 154 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 published : and I sent for the printer and told him so, and 
 ordered him, in the Secretary's name, to print nothing re- 
 flecting on anybody in Ireland till he had showed it me. 
 Thus I have prevented a terrible scandal to the Archbishop, 
 by a piece of perfect good fortune. I will let him know it 
 by next post ; and pray, if you pick it out, let me know, and 
 whether he is thankful for it ; but say nothing. 
 
 9. I was to-day at the House of Commons again about 
 their yarn, at Lord Anglesea's desire, but the business is again 
 put off till Monday. I dined with Sir John Stanley, by an 
 assignation I had made with Mr St John, and George 
 Granville,^ the Secretary at War; but they let in other 
 <;ompany, some ladies, and so we were not as easy as I in- 
 tended. My head is pretty tolerable, but every day I feel some 
 little disorders ; I have left off snuff since Sunday, finding 
 myself much worse after taking a good deal at the Secretary's. 
 I would not let him drink one drop of champagne or burgundy, 
 without water, and in compliment I did so myself. He is 
 much better, but when he is well he is like Stella, and will 
 not be governed. So go to your Stoyte's, and I'll go sleep. 
 
 10. I have.been visiting Lady Worsley and Mrs Barton 
 to-day, and dined_soberly with my friend Lewis. The 
 Dauphin is Headof an apoplexy ; I wish he had lived till 
 the finishing of this letter, that it might be news to you. 
 Duncomb, the rich alderman, died to-day, and I hear has 
 left the Duke of Argyle, who married his niece, two hundred 
 thousand pounds ; I hope it is true, for I love that Duke 
 mightily. I writ this evening to the Archbishop of Dublin 
 about what I told you ; and then went to take leave of poor 
 Mrs St John, who gave me strict charge to take care of the 
 secretary in her absence ; said she had none to trust but me ; 
 and the poor creature's tears came fresh in her eyes. Before 
 we took leave I was drawn in by the other ladies and Sir 
 John Stanley to raffle for a fan, with a pox ; it was four 
 guineas, and we put in seven shillings a piece, several raffling 
 for absent people ; but I lost, and so missed an opportunity 
 of showing my gallantry to Mrs St John, whom I designed 
 to have presented it to, if I had won. Is Dilly ^ gone to 
 
 ' Afterwards Lord Lansdowne, a poet and friend of literary men. 
 See Johnson's " Lives of the Poets," Napier, ii. 275 st/. 
 " JDilion Ashe.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I55 
 
 the Bath ? His face will whiz in the water ; I suppose he will 
 write to us from thence, and will take London in his way 
 back. — The rabble will say, There goes a drunken parson, 
 and which is worse, they will say true. O, but you must 
 know, I carried Ford to dine with Mr St John last Sunday, 
 that he may brag, when he goes back, of dining with a Sec- 
 retary of State. The Secretary and I went away early, and 
 left him drinking with the rest, and he told me that two or 
 three of them were drunk. They talk of great promotions to 
 be made ; that Mr Harley is to be Lord-Treasurer, and Lord 
 Poulet Master of the Horse, &c. but they are only conjecture. 
 The Speaker is to make Mr Harley a compliment the first 
 time he comes into the House, which I hope will be in a 
 week. He has had an ill surgeon, by the caprice of that 
 puppy Dr Radcliffe ; which has kept him back so long ; and 
 yesterday he got a cold, but is better to-day. — What ! I think 
 I am stark mad to write so much in one day to little saucy 
 MD ; here's a deal of stuff, indeed ; can't you bid those dear 
 little rogues good night, and let them go sleep, Mr Presto ? 
 When your tongue runs there's no ho with you, pray. 
 
 11. Again at the lobby, like a lobcock,^ of the House of 
 Commons, about your Irish yarn, and again put off till 
 Friday ; and I and Patrick went into the city by water, where 
 I dined, and then I went to the auction of Charles Barnard's 
 books, but the good ones were so monstrous dear, I could 
 not reach them, so I laid out one pound seven shillings but 
 very indifferently, and came away, and will go there no more, 
 Henley would fain engage me to go with Steele and Rowe, 
 &c. to an invitation at Sir William Read's.'^ Surely you have 
 heard of him. He has been a mountebank, and is the 
 Queen's oculist ; he makes admirable punch, and treats you 
 in gold vessels. But I am engaged, and wont go, neither 
 indeed am I fond of the jaunt. So good night, and go 
 sleep. 
 
 12. I went about noon to the Secretary, who is very ill 
 with a cold, and sometimes of the gravel, with his champagne, 
 &c. I scolded him like a dog, and he promises faithfully 
 
 ^ A lubber, a foolish lout. 
 
 ^ An advertising oculist who could hardly read. See " Spectator," 
 No. 547. He is also alluded to in the "Tatler," and was indeed a 
 friend of Steele's,
 
 156 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 more care for the future. To-day my Lord Anglesea, and 
 Sir Thomas Hanmer, and Prior and I dined, by appoint- 
 ment, with Lieutenant-General Webb/ My lord and I staid 
 till ten o'clock, but we drank soberly, and I always with 
 water. There was with us one Mr Campain, one of the 
 October Club, if you know what that is ; a club of country 
 members, who think the ministers are too backward in 
 punishing and turning out the Whigs. I found my lord and 
 the rest thought I had more credit with the ministry than I 
 pretend to have, and would have engaged me to put them 
 upon something that would satisfy their desires, and indeed 
 I think they have some reason to complain ; however, I will 
 not burn my fingers. I'll remember Stella's chiding : What 
 had you to do with what did not belong to you ? &c. How- 
 ever, you will give me leave to tell the ministry my thoughts 
 when they ask them, and other people's thoughts sometimes 
 when they do not ask ; so thinks Dingley. 
 
 13. I called this morning at Mrs Vedeau's again, who has 
 employed a friend to get the money ; it will be done in a 
 fortnight, and then she will deliver me up the parchment. 
 I went then to see Mr Harley, who I hope will be out in a 
 few days ; he was in excellent good humour, only complained 
 to me of the neglect of Guiscard's cure, how glad he would 
 have been to have had him live. Mr Secretary came in to 
 us, and we were very merry till Lord Chamberlain (Duke of 
 Shrewsbury) came up ; then Colonel Masham and I went 
 off, after I had been presented to the Duke, and that we 
 made two or three silly compliments suitable to the occasion. 
 Then I attended at the House of Commons about your yarn, 
 and 'tis again put off. Then Ford drew me to dine at a 
 tavern, it happened to be the day and the house where the 
 October Club dine. After we had dined, coming down, we 
 called to inquire, whether our yarn business had been over 
 that day, and I sent into the room for Sir George Beaumont. 
 But I had like to be drawn into a difficulty ; for in two 
 minutes out comes Mr Finch, Lord Guernsey's son, to let 
 me know, that my Lord Compton, the steward of this feast, 
 desired, in the name of the club, that I would do them the 
 honour to dine with them. I sent my excuses, adorned with 
 
 ^ John Richmond Webb, victor at Wynendale, 1708, Governor of 
 the Isle of Wight, 1710, died 1724.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I57 
 
 about thirty compliments, and got off as fast as I could. It 
 would have been a most improper thing for me to dine there, 
 considering my friendship with the ministry. The club is 
 about a hundred and fifty, and near eighty of them were then 
 going to dinner at two long tables in a great ground room. 
 At evening I went to the auction of Barnard's books, and 
 laid out three pounds three shillings, but I'll go there no 
 more ; and so I said once before, but now I'll keep to it. I 
 forgot to tell, that when I dined at Webb's with Lord 
 Anglesea, I spoke to him of Clement's, as one recommended 
 for a very honest gentleman, and good officer, and hoped he 
 would keep him : he said he had no thoughts otherwise, and 
 that he should certainly hold his place, while he continued 
 to deserve it ; and I could not find there had been any in- 
 tentions from his lordship against him. But I tell you, 
 hunny, the impropriety of this. A great man will do a favour 
 for me, or for my friend ; but why should he do it for my 
 friend's friend ? Recommendations should stop before they 
 come to that. Let any friend of mine recommend one of 
 his to a thing in my power, I will do it for his sake ; but to 
 speak to another for my friend's friend, is against all reason ; 
 and I desire you will understand this, and discourage any 
 such troubles given me. — I hope this may do some good to 
 Clements, it can do no hurt ; and I find by Mrs Pratt, that 
 her husband is his friend ; and the Bishop of Clogher says, 
 Clement's danger is not from Pratt, but from some other 
 enemies, that think him a Whig. 
 
 14. I was so busy this morning that I did not go out till 
 late. I writ to-day to the Duke of Argyle, but said nothing 
 of Bernage, who, I believe, will not see him till Spain is 
 conquered, and that is not at all. I was to-day at Lord 
 Shelburne's, and spoke to Mrs Pratt again about Clements : 
 her husband himself wants some good offices, and I have 
 done him very good ones lately, and told Mrs Pratt, I 
 expected her husband should stand by Clements in return. 
 Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined with neighbour Van- 
 homrigh; he is mighty ill of an asthma, and apprehends 
 himself in much danger ; 'tis his own fault, that will rake and 
 drink, when he is but just crawled out of his grave. I will 
 send this letter just now, because I think my half year is out 
 for my lodging ; and, if you please, I would be glad it were
 
 158 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 paid off, and some deal boxes made for my books, and kept 
 in some safe place : I would give something for their keeping ; 
 but I doubt that lodging will not serve me when I come 
 back ; I would have a larger place for books, and a stable, if 
 possible. So pray be so kind to pay the lodging, and all 
 accounts about it ; and get Mrs Brent to put up my things. 
 I would have no books put in that trunk where my papers 
 are. If you do not think of going to the Bath, I here send 
 you a bill on Parvisol for twenty pounds Irish, out of which 
 you will pay for the lodging, and score the rest to me. Do 
 as you please, and love poor Presto, that loves MD better 
 than his life a thousand millions of times. Farewell MD, 
 &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XXI. 
 
 London, April 14, 1711. 
 
 Remember, sirrahs, that there are but nine days between 
 the dates of my two former letters. I sent away my twentieth 
 this moment, and now am writing on like a fish, as if nothing 
 was done. But there was a cause for my hasting away the 
 last, for fear it should not come time enough before a new 
 quarter began. I told you where I dined to-day, but forgot 
 to tell you what I believe, that Mr Harley will be Lord- 
 Treasurer in a short time, and other great removes and pro- 
 motions made. This is my thought, &c. 
 
 15. I was this morning with Mr Secretary, and he is 
 grown pretty well. I dined with him to-day, and drank some 
 of that wine which the great Duke of Tuscany used to send 
 to Sir William Temple : he always sends some to the chief 
 ministers. I liked it mightily, but he does not ; and he 
 ordered his butler to send me a chest of it to-morrow. 
 Would to God MD had it. The Queen is well again, and 
 was at chapel to-day, &c. 
 
 1 6. I went with Ford into the city to-day, and dined with 
 Stratford, and drank tockay, and then we went to the auction ; 
 but I did not lay out above twelve shillings. My head is a 
 little out of order to-night, though no formal fit. My Lord- 
 Keeper has sent to invite me to dinner to-morrow, and you'll 
 dine better with the Dean, and God bless you. I forgot to 
 
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 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I 59 
 
 tell you that yesterday was sent me a narrative printed,' with 
 all the circumstances of Mr Harley's stabbing. I had not 
 time to do it myself, so I sent my hints to the author of 
 the Atalantis, and she has cooked it into a sixpenny pam- 
 phlet, in her own style, only the first page is left as I was be- 
 ginning it. But I was afraid of disobliging Mr Harley or 
 Mr St John in one critical point ^ about it, and so would not 
 do it myself. It is worth your reading, for the circumstances 
 are all true. My chest of Florence was sent me this morn- 
 ing, and cost me seven and sixpence to two servants. I 
 would give two guineas you had it, &c. 
 
 17. I was so out of order with my head this morning, that 
 I was going to send my excuses to my Lord-Keeper ; but 
 however I got up at eleven, and walked there after two, and 
 staid till eight. There was Sir Thomas Mansel, Prior, George 
 Granville, and Mr Cfesar, and we were very merry. My 
 head is still wrong, but I have had no formal fit, only I totter 
 a litter. I have left off snuff altogether. I have a noble roll 
 of tobacco for grating, very good. Shall I send it to MD, if 
 she likes that sort? My Lord-Keeper and our this day's 
 company are to dine on Saturday with George Granville, and 
 to-morrow I dine with Lord Anglesea. 
 
 18. Did you ever see such a blundering goosecap as 
 Presto? I saw the number 21 atop, and so I went on as if 
 it were the day of the month, whereas this is but Wednesday 
 the 1 8th. How shall I do to blot and alter them? I have 
 made a shift to do it behind, but it is a great blotch. I 
 dined with Lord Anglesea to-day, but did not go to the House 
 of Commons about the yarn ; my head was not well enough. 
 I know not what's the matter ; it has never been thus before : 
 two days together giddy from morning till night, but not with 
 any violence or pain ; and I totter a little, but can make 
 shift to walk. I doubt I must fall to my pills again : I think 
 of going into the country a little way. I tell you what you 
 must do henceforward : you must enclose your letter in a fair 
 half sheet of paper, and direct the outside to Erasmus Lewis, 
 Esquire, at my Lord Dartmouth's office at Whitehall ; for I 
 never go to the coffeehouse, and they will grudge to take in 
 
 ^ Mrs. Manley's narrative already mentioned. See p. 135, note. 
 ^ As to which of the two was the principal object of Guiscard's 
 attempt.
 
 l6o JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 my letters. I forgot to tell you that your mother was to see 
 me this morning, and brought me a flask of SAveet water for 
 a present, admirable for my head ; but I shall not smell to 
 it. She is going to Sheen with Lady Giffard : she would fain 
 send your papers over to you, or give them to me. Say what 
 you would have done, and it shall be done ; because I love 
 Stella, and she is a good daughter, they say, and so is 
 Dingley, 
 
 19. This morning General Webb was to give me a visit ; 
 he goes with a crutch and a stick, yet was forced to come up 
 two pair of stairs. I promised to dine with him, but after- 
 wards sent my excuses, and dined privately in my friend 
 Lewis's lodgings at Whitehall, with whom I had much busi- 
 ness to talk of relating to the public and myself Little 
 Harrison the Tatler goes to-morrow to the secretaryship, I 
 got him at the Hague, and Mr St John has made him a 
 present of fifty guineas to bear his charges. An't I a good 
 friend? Why, are not you a young fellow, that I might 
 prefer you ? I had a letter from Bernage from Kinsale : he 
 tells me his commission for captain-lieutenant was ready for 
 him at his arrival : so there are two Jackanapeses I have 
 done with. My head is something better this evening, 
 though not well. 
 
 20. I was this morning with Mr Secretary, whose packets 
 were just come in, and among them a letter from Lord 
 Peterborow to me : he writes so well, I have no mind to 
 answer him, and so kind, that I must answer him. The 
 Emperor's death ^ must, I think, cause great alterations in 
 Europe, and, I believe, will hasten a peace. We reckon our 
 King Charles will be chosen Emperor, and the Duke of 
 Savoy set up for Spain ; but I believe he will make nothing 
 of it. Dr Freind and I dined in the city at a printer's, and it 
 has cost me two shillings in coach hire, and a great deal more 
 this week and month, v/hich has been almost all rain, with 
 now and then sunshine, and is the truest April that I have 
 known these many years. The lime trees in the Park are all 
 out in leaves, though not large leaves yet. Wise people are 
 going into the country ; but many think the Parliament can 
 
 ' This was Joseph I., who was succeeded by his brother Charles VL, 
 who was " our King Charles," that is the King of Spain recognized by 
 England.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA l6l 
 
 hardly be up these six weeks. Mr Harley was with the 
 Queen on Tuesday. I beUeve certainly he will be the Lord- 
 Treasurer : I have not seen him this week. 
 
 21. Morning. Lord-Keeper, and I, and Prior, and Sir 
 Thomas Mansel, have appointed to dine this day with George 
 Granville. My head, I thank God, is better ; but to be 
 giddyish three or four days together mortified me. I take 
 no snuff, and I will be very regular in eating little, and the 
 gentlest meats. How does poor Stella just now, with her 
 deans and her Stoytes? Do they give you health for the 
 money you lose at. ombre, sirrah ? What say you to that ? 
 Poor Dingley frets to see Stella lose that four and eleven- 
 pence, t'other night. Let us rise. Morrow, sirrahs. I will 
 rise, spite of your little teeth ; good morrow. — At night. O, 
 faith, you are little dear sauceboxes. I was just going in the 
 morning to tell you that I began to want a letter from ,MD, 
 and in four minutes after, Mr Ford sends me one that he 
 had picked up at St James's Coffeehouse; for I go to no 
 coffeehouse at all. And faith, I was glad at heart to see it, 
 and to see Stella so brisk. O Lord, what pretending ? Well, 
 but I won't answer it yet ; I'll keep it for t'other side. Well, 
 we dined to-day according to appointment ; Lord-Keeper 
 went away at near eight, I at eight, and I believe the rest 
 will be fairly fuddled ; for young Harcourt, Lord-Keeper's 
 son, began to prattle before I came away. It will not do 
 with Prior's lean carcase. I drink little, miss my glass often, 
 put water in my wine, and go away before the rest, which I 
 take to be a good receipt for sobriety. Let us put it into 
 rhyme, and so make a proverb : 
 
 Drink little at a time ; 
 Put water with your wine ; 
 Miss your glass when you can ; 
 And go off the first man. 
 
 God be thanked, I am much better than I was, though some- 
 thing of a totterer. I ate but little to-day, and of the gentlest 
 meat. I refused ham and pigeons, pease-soup, stewed beef, 
 cold salmon, because they were too strong. I take no snuff 
 at all, but some herb snuff prescribed by Dr Radcliffe. 
 
 Go to your Deans, 
 You couple of queans. 
 IL M
 
 l62 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 I believe I said that already. What care I? what cares 
 Presto ? 
 
 22. Morning. I must rise and go to the Secretary's. Mr 
 Harley has been out of town this week to refresh himself 
 before he comes into Parliament. O, but I must rise, so 
 there is no more to be said ; and so morrow, sirrahs both. — 
 Night. I dined to-day with the Secretary, who has engaged me 
 for every Sunday ; and I was an hour with him this morning 
 deep in politics, where I told him the objections of the 
 October Club, and he answered all except one, — That no 
 inquiries are made into past mismanagement. But, indeed, 
 I believe they are not yet able to make any ; the late ministry 
 were too cunning in their rogueries, and fenced themselves 
 with an act of general pardon. I beUeve Mr. Harley must 
 be Lord-Treasurer, yet he makes only one difficulty which is 
 hard to answer ; he must be made a lord, and his e?tate is 
 not large enough, and he is too generous to make it larger ; 
 and if the ministry should change soon by any accident, he 
 will be left in the suds. Another difficulty is, that if he be 
 made a peer, they will want him prodigiously in the House 
 of Commons, of which he is the great mover, and after him 
 the Secretary, and hardly any else of weight. Two shillings 
 more to-day for coach and chair. I shall be ruined. 
 
 23. So you expect an answer to your letter, do you so? 
 Yes, yes, you shall have an answer, you shall, young women. 
 I made a good pun on Saturday to my Lord- Keeper. After 
 dinner we had coarse Doiley napkins, fringed at each end, 
 upon the table to drink with : my Lord-Keeper spread one 
 of them between him and Mr. Prior ; I told him I was glad 
 to see there was such a Friu}^eshtp [Friendship] between Mr 
 Prior and his lordship. Prior swore it was the worst he 
 ever heard : I said I thought so too ; but at the same time I 
 thought it was most like one of Stella's that ever I heard. I 
 dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy, and this evening saw the 
 Venetian ambassader coming from his first public audience. 
 His coach was the most monstrous, huge, fine, rich, gilt 
 thing that ever I saw. I loitered this evening, and came 
 home late. 
 
 24. I was this morning to visit the Duchess of Ormond, 
 who has long desired it, or threatened she would not let me 
 visit her daughters. I sat an hour with her, and we were
 
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 good company, when in came the Countess of Bellamont, 
 with a pox. I went out, and we did not know one another, 
 yet hearing me named, she asked, What, is tliat Dr. Swift ? 
 said, she and I were very well acquainted, and fell a railing 
 at me without mercy, as a lady told me that was there ; yet 
 I never was but once in the company of that drab of a 
 countess. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined with my neigh- 
 bour Van. I design, in two days, if possible, to go lodge at 
 Chelsea for the air, and put myself under a necessity of 
 walking to and from London every day. I writ this post to 
 the Bishop of Clogher a long politic letter to entertain him. 
 I am to buy statues and harnese ' for them, with a vengeance. . 
 I have packed and sealed up MD's twelve letters against I 
 go to Chelsea. I have put the last commissions of MD in 
 my account book ; but if there be any former ones, I have 
 forgot them. I have Dingley's pocket-book down, and Stella's 
 green silk apron, and the pound of tea ; pray send me word 
 if you have any other, and down they shall go. I will not 
 answer your letter yet, saucy boxes. You are with the dean 
 just now. Madam Stella, losing your money. Why don't 
 you name what number you have received ? you say you 
 have received my letters, but don't tell the number. 
 
 25. I was this day dining in the city with very insignificant, 
 low, and scurvy company. I had a letter from the Arch- 
 bishop of Dublin, with a long denial of the report raised on 
 him, which yet has been since assured to me from those who 
 say they have it from the first hand ; but I cannot believe 
 them. I will show it to the Secretary to morrow. I will not 
 answer yours till I get to Chelsea. 
 
 26. Chelsea.^ I have sent two boxes of lumber to my 
 friend Darteneuf s house, and my chest of Florence and 
 other things to Mrs Vanhomrigh, where I dined to-day. I 
 was this morning with the Secretary, and showed him the 
 Archbishop's letter, and convinced him of his grace's inno- 
 cence, and I will do the same to Mr Harley. I got here in 
 the stage-coach with Patrick and my portmantua for sixpence, 
 and pay six shiUings a week for one silly room with con- 
 founded coarse sheets. We have had such a horrible deal 
 of rain, that there is no walking to London, and I must go 
 
 * "Farnese." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ' Swift lodged in Church Street, near the river.
 
 l64 JOURNAL TO STELLA April 
 
 as I came until it mends ; and besides, the whelp has taken 
 my lodging as far from London as this town could afford, at 
 least half a mile farther than he need ; but I must be con- 
 tent. The best is, I lodge just over against Dr. Atterbury's 
 house, and yet perhaps I shall not like the place the better 
 for that. Well, I'll stay till to-morrow before I answer your 
 letter ; and you must suppose me always writing at Chelsea 
 from henceforward, till I alter, and say London. This letter 
 goes on Saturday, which will be just a fortnight ; so go and 
 cheat Goody Stoyte, &c. 
 
 27. Do you know that I fear my whole chest of Florence 
 is turned sour, at least the first two flasks were so, and 
 hardly drinkable. How plaguy unfortunate am I ! and the 
 Secretary's own is the best I ever tasted; and I must not 
 tell him, but be as thankful as if it were the best in Christen- 
 dom. I went to town in the sixpenny stage to-day, and 
 hearing Mr Harley was not at home, I went to see him, 
 because I knew by the message of his lying porter that he 
 was at home. He was very well, and just going out, but 
 made me promise to dine with him ; and betwixt that, and 
 indeed strolling about, I lost four pound seven shillings at 
 
 play with a a — a — bookseller, and got but 
 
 half a dozen books.^ I will buy no more books now, that's 
 certain. Well, I dined at Mr Harley's, came away at six, 
 shifted my gown, cassock, and periwig, and walked hither 
 to Chelsea, as I always design to do when it is fair. I am 
 heartily sorry to find my friend the Secretary stand a little 
 ticklish with the rest of the ministry : there have been one 
 or two disobliging things that have happened, too long to 
 tell : and t'other day in Parliament, upon a debate of about 
 thirty-five millions that have not been duly accounted for, 
 Mr Secretary, in his warmth of speech, and zeal for his 
 friend Mr Brydges, on whom part of the blame was falling, 
 said, he did not know that either Mr Brydges or the late 
 ministry were at all to blame in this matter ; which was very 
 desperately spoken, and giving up the whole cause ; for the 
 chief quarrel against the late ministry was the ill manage- 
 ment of the treasure, and was more than all the rest to- 
 gether. I had heard of this matter, but Mr Foley beginning 
 
 ' He had taken part in a raffle for books. Such raffles were common ; 
 Scott quotes an advertisement from the "Tatler."
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 165 
 
 to discourse to-day at table, without naming Mr St John, I 
 turned to Mr Harley, and said, if the late ministry were not 
 to blame in that article, he [Mr Harley] ought to lose his 
 head for putting the Queen upon changing them. He made 
 it a jest ; but by some words dropped, I easily saw that they 
 take things ill of Mr St John, and by some hints given me 
 from another hand that I deal with, I am afraid the Secretary 
 will not stand long. This is the fate of courts. I will, if I 
 meet Mr St John alone 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 
 poUtics. 
 
 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, 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, who affirms it, and says 
 he has leave to do so from Charles Deering, who heard the 
 words ; and that Ingoldsby abused the Archbishop, &c. 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 already. Are they on your side 
 yet? if you have my snuff-box, I'll 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,'" 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 
 
 ^ A Whig newspaper, edited by Mainwaring and Oldmixon, in oppo- 
 sition to the " Examiner."
 
 l66 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 will read in the narrative, I ordered to be written, and 
 nothing else. The Spectator is written by Steele with 
 Addison's help : 'tis 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. 
 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 : but now they begin to be a little out of order 
 again. My head is better, though not right ; but I trust to 
 air and walking. You have got my letter, but what number ? 
 I suppose 1 8. Well, my shin has been well this month. 
 No, Mrs Westley came away without her husband's know- 
 ledge, while she was in the country : she has written to me 
 for some tea. — They lie ; Mr Harley's wound was very 
 terrible : he had convulsions, and very narrowly escaped. 
 The bruise was nine times worse than the wound : he is 
 weak still. Well, Brooks married ; I know all that. I am 
 sorry for Mrs Walls's eye : I hope 'tis better. O yes, you 
 are great walkers : but I have heard them say. Much talkers, 
 Little walkers ; and I believe I may apply the old proverb 
 to you : 
 
 If you talked no more than you walked, 
 Those that think you wits would be baulked. 
 
 Yes, Stella shall have a large printed Bible : I have put it 
 down among my commissions for MD. I am glad to hear 
 you have taken the fancy of intending to read the Bible.' 
 Pox take the box : is not it come yet ? this is trusting to 
 your young fellows, young women ; 'tis your fault : I thought 
 you had such power with Sterne, that he would fly over 
 Mount Atlas to serve you. You say you are not splenetic ; 
 
 but if you be, faith you will break poor Presto's I won't 
 
 say the rest ; but I vow to God, if I could decently come 
 over now, I would, and leave all schemes of politics and 
 ambition for ever. I have not the opportunities here of 
 preserving my health by riding, &c. that I have in Ireland ;
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 167 
 
 and the want of health is a great cooler of making one's 
 court. You guess right about my being bit with a direction 
 from Walls, and the letter from MD : I believe I described 
 it in one of my last. This goes to-night ; and I must now 
 rise and walk to town, and walk back in the evening. God 
 Almighty bless and preserve poor MD. Farewell. 
 
 O faith, don't think, saucy noses, that I'll fill this third 
 side : I can't stay a letter above a fortnight : it must go 
 then ; and you would rather see a short one like this than 
 want it a week longer. 
 
 My humble service to the Dean, and Mrs Walls, and good 
 kind hearty Mrs Stoyte, and honest Catherine. 
 
 LETTER XXII. 
 
 Chelsea, April 28, 171 1. 
 
 At night. I say at night, because I finished my twenty- 
 first this morning here, and put it into the post-office my 
 own self, like a good boy. I think I am a little before you 
 now, young women : I am writing my twenty-second, and 
 have received your thirteenth. I got to town between twelve 
 and one, and put on my new gown and periwig, and dined 
 with Lord Abercorn, where I had not been since the marriage 
 of his son Lord Peasly [Paisley] who has got ten thousand 
 pound with a wife.' I am now a country gentleman. I 
 walked home as I went, and am a little weary, and am got 
 into bed : I hope in God the air and exercise will do me a 
 little good. I have been inquiring about statues for Mrs 
 Ashe : I made Lady Abercorn go with me ; and will send 
 them word next post to Clogher. I hate to buy for her : 
 I'm sure she'll maunder. I am going to study. 
 
 29. I had a charming walk to and from town to-day: I 
 washed, shaved, and all, and changed gown and periwig, by 
 half an hour after nine, and went to the Secretary, who told 
 me how he had differed with his friends in Parliament : I 
 apprehended this division, and told him a great deal of it. 
 I went to court, and there several mentioned it to me as 
 what they much disliked. I dined with the Secretary ; and 
 
 ^ Anne, daughter of Colonel John Pluminer of Blakesware, in the 
 county of Hertford. (Scott.)
 
 1 68 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 we proposed doing some business of importance in tlie 
 afternoon, which he broke to me first, and said how he and 
 Mr Harley were convinced of the necessity of it; yet he 
 suffered one of his under secretaries to come upon us after 
 dinner, who staid till six, and so nothing was done: and 
 what care I ? he shall send to me the next time, and ask 
 twice. To-morrow I go to the election at Westminster 
 school, where lads are chosen for the university : they say 
 'tis a sight, and a great trial of wits. Our expedition fleet is 
 but just sailed: I believe it will come to nothing.^ Mr 
 Secretary frets at their tediousness ; but hopes great things 
 from it, though he owns four or five princes are in the 
 secret ; and, for that reason, I fear it is no secret to France. 
 There are eight regiments ; and the admiral is your Walker's 
 brother the midwife.' 
 
 30. Morn. I am here in a pretty pickle : it rains hard ; 
 and the cunning natives of Chelsea have outwitted me, and 
 taken up all the three stage-coaches. What shall I do ? I 
 must go to town : this is your fault. I can't walk : I'll 
 borrow a coat. This is the blindside of my lodging out of 
 town ; I must expect such inconveniences as these. Faith 
 I'll walk in the rain. Morrow. — At night. I got a gentle- 
 man's chaise by chance, and so went to town for a shilling, 
 and lie this night in town. I was at the election of lads at 
 Westminster to-day, and a very silly thing it is ; but they 
 say there will be fine doings to-morrow. I dined with 
 Dr Freind, the second master of the school, with a dozen 
 parsons and others : Prior would make me stay. Mr Harley 
 is to hear the election to-morrow ; and we are all to dine 
 with tickets, and hear fine speeches. 'Tis terrible rainy 
 weather again : I lie at a friend's in the city. 
 
 May I. I wish you a merry May-day, and a thousand 
 more. I was baulked at Westminster ; I came too late : 
 I heard no speeches nor verses. — They would not let me in 
 to their dining-place for want of a ticket ; and I would not 
 send in for one, because Mr Harley excused his coming, and 
 Atterbury was not there ; and I cared not for the rest : and 
 so my friend Lewis and I dined with Kit Musgrave, if you 
 
 ^ The expedition under Brigadier Hill and Sir Hovenden Walker. 
 The fleet was partly wrecked, and returned without effecting anything. 
 * Sir Chamberlain Walker, the man midwife.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 169 
 
 know such a man : and the weather mending, I walked 
 gravely home this evening; and so I design to walk and 
 walk till I am well : I fancy myself a little better already. 
 How does poor Stella? Dingley is well enough. Go, get 
 you gone, naughty girl, you are well enough. O dear MD, 
 contrive to have some share of the country this spring : go 
 to Finglas, or Donnybrook, or Clogher, or Killala, or Lowth. 
 Have you got your box yet? yes, yes. Don't write to me 
 again till this letter goes : I must make haste, that I may 
 write two for one. Go to the Bath : I hope you are now at 
 the Bath, if you had a mind to go ; or go to Wexford : do 
 something for your living. Have you given up my lodging 
 according to order? I have had just now a compliment 
 from Dean Atterbury's lady, to command the garden and 
 library, and whatever the house affords. I lodge just over 
 against them ; but the Dean is in town with his Convoca- 
 tion : so I have my Dean and Prolocutor as well as you, 
 young women, though he has not so good wine, nor so 
 much meat. 
 
 2. A fine day, but begins to grow a little warm ; and that 
 makes your little fat Presto sweat in the forehead. Pray, 
 are not the fine buns sold here in our town ; was it not 
 Rrrrrrrrrrare Chelsea Buns 2 I bought one to-day in my 
 walk ; it cost me a penny ; it was stale, and I did not like it, 
 as the man said, &c. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined at 
 Mrs. Vanhomrigh's ; and had a flask of my Florence, which 
 lies, in their cellar ; and so I came home gravely, and saw 
 nobody of consequence to-day. I am very easy here, nobody 
 plaguing me in a morning ; and Patrick saves many a score 
 lies. I sent over to Mrs. Atterbury, to know whether I 
 might wait on her ? but she is gone a visiting : we have ex- 
 changed some compliments, but I have not seen her yet. 
 We have no news in our town. 
 
 3. I did not go to town to-day, it was so terrible rainy; 
 nor have I stirred out of my room till eight this evening ; 
 when I crossed the way to see Mrs Atterbury, and thank 
 her for her civilities. She would needs send me some veal, 
 and small beer, and ale, to-day at dinner ; and I have lived 
 a scurvy, dull, splenetic day, for want of MD : I often thought 
 how happy I could have been, had it rained eight thousand 
 times more, if MD had been with a body. My Lord
 
 170 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 Rochester ^ is dead this morning ; they say at one o'clock ; 
 and I hear he died suddenly. To-morrow I shall know 
 more. — He is a great loss to us : I cannot think who will 
 succeed him as Lord President. I have been writing a long 
 letter to Lord Peterborow, and am dull. 
 
 4. I dined to-day at Lord Shelburn's, where Lady Kerry 
 made me a present of four India handkerchiefs, which I 
 have a mind to keep for little MD, only that I had rather, 
 &c. I have been a mighty handkerchiefmonger, and ha\e 
 bought abundance of snuff ones since I have left off taking 
 snuff. And I am resolved, when I come over, MD shall be 
 acquainted with Lady Kerry : we have struck up a mighty 
 friendship : and she has much better sense than any other 
 lady of your country. We are almost in love with one 
 another : but she is most egregiously ugly ; but perfectly 
 well bred, and governable as I please. I am resolved, when 
 I come, to keep no company but MD ; you know I kept my 
 resolution last time ; and, except Mr Addison, conversed 
 with none but you and your club of Deans and Stoytes. 'Tis 
 three weeks, young women, since I had a letter from you ; 
 and yet, methinks, I would not have another for five pound 
 till this is gone ; and yet I send every day to the coffee- 
 house, and I would fain have a letter, and not have a letter : 
 and I don't know what, nor I don't know how ; and this 
 goes on very slow ; 'tis a week to-morrow since I began it. I 
 am a poor country gentleman, and don't know how the world 
 passes. Do you know that every syllable I write I hold my 
 lips just for all the world as if I were talking in our own little 
 language to MD. Faith, I am very silly ; but I can't help it 
 for my life. I got home early to-night. My solicitors, that 
 used to ply me every morning, knew not where to find me ; 
 and I am so happy not to hear Patrick, Patrick, called a 
 hundred times every morning. But I looked backward, and 
 find I have said this before. What care I ? go to the Dean, 
 and roast the oranges. 
 
 5. I dined to-day with my friend Lewis, and we were deep 
 in politics how to save the present ministry ; for I am afraid 
 of Mr Secretary, as I believe I told you. I went in the even- 
 ing to see Mr Harley ; and, upon my word, I was in perfect 
 
 ' Laurence Hyde, Earl of Rochester, one of the Tory leaders, made 
 Lord President in 1710.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I/I 
 
 joy. Mr Secretary was just going out of the door ; but I 
 made him come back, and there was the old Saturday club, 
 Lord-Keeper, Lord Rivers, Mr Secretary, Mr Harley, and I ; 
 the first time since his stabbing. Mr Secretary went away ; 
 but I staid till nine, and made Mr Harley show me his 
 breast, and tell all the story : and I showed him the Arch- 
 bishop of Dublin's letter, and defended him effectually. We 
 were all in mighty good humour. — Lord-Keeper and I left 
 them together, and I walked here after nine, two miles, and 
 I found a parson drunk fighting with a seaman, and Patrick 
 and I were so wise to part them, but the seaman followed 
 him to Chelsea, cursing at him, and the parson slipped into 
 a house, and I know no more. It mortified me to see a 
 man in my coat so overtaken. — A pretty scene for one that 
 just came from sitting with the prime ministers : I had no 
 money in my pocket, and so could not be robbed. How- 
 ever, nothing but Mr Harley shall make me take such a 
 journey again. We don't yet know who will be President in 
 Lord Rochester's room. I measured and found that the 
 penknife would have killed Mr Harley, if it had gone but 
 half the breadth of my thumb nail lower ; so near was he to 
 death. I was so curious to ask him what were his thoughts 
 while they were carrying him home in the chair. He said, 
 he concluded himself a dead man. He will not allow that 
 Guiscard gave him the second stab, though my Lord-Keeper, 
 who is blind, and I that was not there, are positive in it. He 
 wears a plaster still as broad as half-a-crown. Smoke how 
 wide the lines are, but faith I don't do it on purpose : but I 
 have changed my side in this new Chelsea bed, and I don't 
 know how, methinks, but it is so unfit, and so awkward, 
 never saw the like. 
 
 6. You must remember to enclose your letters in a fair 
 paper, and direct the outside thus : — To Erasmus Lewis, 
 Esq., at my Lord Dartmouth's office at Whitehall ; I said so 
 before, but it may miscarry, you know, yet I think none of 
 my letters did ever miscarry; faith I think never one; 
 among all the privateers and the storms : O faith, my letters 
 are too good to be lost. 
 
 MD's letters may tarry 
 But never miscarry,
 
 1/2 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 as the old woman used to say. And, indeed, how should 
 they miscarry, when they never come before their time ? It 
 was a terrible rainy day ; yet I made a shift to steal fair 
 weather over head, enough to go and come in. I was early 
 with the Secretary, and dined with him afterwards. In the 
 morning I began to chide him, and tell him my fears of his 
 proceedings. But Arthur Moore ^ came up and relieved 
 him. But I forgot, for you never heard of Arthur Moore. 
 But when I get Mr Harley alone, I will know the bottom. 
 You will have Dr Raymond over before this letter, and 
 what care you ? 
 
 7. I hope, and believe, my walks every day do me good. 
 I was busy at home, and set out late this morning, and dined 
 with Mrs Vanhomrigh, at whose lodgings I always change 
 my gown and periwig. I visited this afternoon, and, among 
 others, poor Biddy Floyd,^ who is very red, but I believe 
 won't be much marked. As I was coming home I met Sir 
 George Beaumont in the Pall Mall, who would needs walk 
 with me as far as Buckingham House. I was telling him of 
 my head : he said he had been ill of the same disorder^ and 
 by all means forbid me bohea tea ; which he said always 
 gave it him ; and that Dr Ratcliffe said it was very bad. 
 Now I had observed the same thing, and have left it off this 
 month, having found myself ill after it several times ; and I 
 mention it, that Stella may consider it for her poor own little 
 head : a pound lies ready packed up, and directed for Mrs 
 Walls to be sent by the first convenience. Mr Secretary told 
 me yesterday, that Mr Harley would this week be Lord- 
 Treasurer and a peer, so I expect it every day ; yet, perhaps, 
 it may not be till Parliament is up, which will be in a fort- 
 night. 
 
 8. I was to-day with the Duke of Ormond, and recom- 
 mended to him the care of poor Joe Beaumont,^ who pro- 
 mises me to do him all justice and favour, and give him 
 encouragement : and desired I would give a memorial to 
 Ned Southwell about it, which I will, and so tell Joe when 
 you see him, though he knows it already by a letter I writ to 
 
 ^ Brother to the Earl of Drogheda ; he was one of the Lords Com- 
 missioners of Trade. 
 ■^ See p. 138 above. 
 ^ See p. I above.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I73 
 
 Mr Warburton. It was bloody hot walking to-day. I dined 
 in the city, and went and came by water ; and it rained so 
 this evening again, that I thought I should hardly be able to 
 get a dry hour to walk home in. I'll send to-morrow to the 
 coffee-house for a letter from MD ; but I would not have 
 one, methinks, till this is gone, as it shall on Saturday. I 
 visited the Duchess of Ormond this morning ; she does not 
 go over with the duke. I spoke to her to get a lad touched 
 for the evil, the son of a grocer in Capel Street, one Bell, the 
 ladies have bought sugar and plums of him. Mrs Mary 
 used to go there often. This is Patrick's account ; and the 
 poor fellow has been here some months with his boy. But 
 the Queen has not been able to touch, and it now grows so 
 warm, I fear she will not at all. Go, go, go to the Dean's, 
 and let him carry you to Donnybrook, and cut asparagus. 
 Has Parvisol sent you any this year ? ^ I cannot sleep in the 
 beginnmgs of the nights, the heat or something hinders me, 
 and I am drowsy in the mornings. 
 
 9. Dr Freind came this morning to visit Atterbury's lady 
 and children as physician, and persuaded me to go with him 
 to town in his chariot. He told me he had been an hour 
 before with Sir Cholmley Dering, Charles Dering's nephew, 
 and head of that family in Kent, for which he is knight of 
 the shire. He said he left him dying of a pistol-shot quite 
 through the body, by one Mr Thornhill.^ — They fought at 
 sword and pistol this morning in Tuttle-Fields [Tothill- 
 Fields] ; their pistols so near, that the muzzles touched. 
 Thornhill discharged first, and Dering having received the 
 shot, discharged his pistol as he was falling, so it went into 
 the air. The story of this quarrel is long. Thornhill had 
 lost seven teeth by a kick in the mouth from Dering, who 
 had first knocked him down : this was above a fortnight ago. 
 Dering was next week to be married to a fine young lady. 
 This makes a noise here, but you won't value it. Well, Mr 
 Harley, Lord-Keeper, and one or two more, are to be made 
 lords immediately ; their patents are now passing, and I read 
 the preamble to Mr Harley's, full of his praises. Lewis and 
 I dined with Ford ; I found the wine : two flasks of my 
 
 * "From Dr. Swift's garden at Laracor." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 * Thornhill was tried at the Old Bailey, May iSth, 171 1, and found 
 guilty of manslaughter. See below, p. 225.
 
 174 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 Florence, and two bottles of six that Dr Raymond sent me 
 of French wine ; he sent it to me to drink with Robert Ray- 
 mond and Mr Harley's brother, whom I had introduced 
 him to ; but they never could find time to come : and now 
 I have left the town, and it is too late. — Raymond will think 
 it a cheat. What care I, sirrah ? 
 
 10. Pshaw, pshaw, Patrick brought me four letters to-day : 
 from Dilly^ at Bath ; Joe ; Parvisol ; and, what was the 
 fourth, who can tell ? Stand away, who'll guess ? who can 
 it be ? You, old man with a stick, can you tell who the 
 fourth is from ? Iss, an please your honour, it is from one 
 Madam MD, Number fourteen. Well; but I can't send 
 this away now, because it was here, and I was in town, but 
 it shall go on Saturday, and this is Thursday night, and it 
 will be time enough for Wexford. — Take my method : I 
 write here to Parvisol to lend Stella twenty pound, and to 
 take her note promissory to pay it in half a year, &c. You 
 shall see, and if you want more, let me know afterwards ; and 
 be sure my money shall be always paid constantly too. 
 Have you been good or ill housewives, pray ? 
 
 11. Joe has written to me to get him a collector's place, 
 nothing less ; he says all the world knows of my great in 
 timacy with Mr Harley, and that the smallest word to him 
 will do. This is the constant cant of puppies who are at a 
 distance, and strangers to courts and ministers. My answer 
 is this ; which pray send ; That I am ready to serve Joe as 
 far as I can ] that I have spoken to the Duke of Ormond 
 about his money, as I writ to Warburton; that, for the 
 particular he mentions, it is a work of time, which I cannot 
 think of at present. But if accidents and opportunities 
 should happen hereafter, I would not be wanting; that I 
 know best how far my credit goes ; that he is at distance, 
 and cannot judge ; that I would be glad to do him good ; 
 and, if fortune throws an opportunity in my way, I shall not 
 be wanting. This is my answer ; which you may send or 
 read to him. Pray contrive that Parvisol may not run away 
 with my two hundred pound, but get Burton's ^ note, and let 
 the money be returned me by bill. Don't laugh, for I will 
 be suspicious. Teach Parvisol to enclose, and direct the 
 
 » Dillon Ashe. . 
 
 » " Burton a banker in Dublin." (Note in original edition.)
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 175 
 
 outside to Mr. Lewis. I will answer your letter in my next, 
 only what I take notice of here excepted. I forgot to tell 
 you, that at the Court of Requests to-day I could not find a 
 dinner I liked, and it grew late, and I dined with Mrs. Van 
 homrigh, &c. 
 
 12. Morning. I will finish this letter before I go to 
 town, because I shall be busy, and have neither time nor 
 place there. Farewell, &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XXIII. 
 
 Chelsea, May 12, 171 1. 
 
 I sent you my twenty-second this afternoon in town. 
 I dined with Mr Harley and the old club. Lord Rivers, 
 Lord-Keeper, and Mr Secretary. — They rallied me last week, 
 and said I must have Mr St John's leave, so I writ to him 
 yesterday, that, foreseeing I should never dine again with 
 Sir Simon Harcourt, knight, and Robert Harley, Esq., I 
 was resolved to do it to-day. The jest is, that, before 
 Saturday next, we expect they will be lords ; for Mr Harley*s 
 patent is drawing to be Earl of Oxford. Mr Secretary and I 
 came away at seven, and he brought me to our town's end in 
 his coach ; so I lost my walk. St John read my letter to 
 the company, which was all raillery, and passed purely. 
 
 13. It rained all last night and this morning as heavy 
 as lead ; but I just got fair weather to walk to town before 
 church. The roads are all over in deep puddle. The hay 
 of our town is almost fit to be mowed. I went to court after 
 church (as I always do on Sundays,) and then dined with 
 Mr Secretary, who has engaged me for every Sunday, and 
 poor MD dined at home upon a bit of veal, and a pint 
 of wine. Is it not plaguy insipid to tell you every day 
 where I dine ? yet now I have got into the way of it, I 
 cannot forbear it neither. Indeed, Mr Presto, you had 
 better go answer MD's letter, N. 14. I'll answer it when I 
 please, Mr Doctor. What's that you say ? The court was 
 very full this morning, expecting Mr Harley would be de- 
 clared Earl of Oxford, and have the treasurer's staff. Mr 
 Harley never comes to court at all ; somebody there asked 
 me the reason ; Why, said I, the Lord of Oxford knows.
 
 176 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May- 
 
 He always goes to the Queen by the back stairs I was 
 told for certain, your jackanapes, Lord Santry,^ was dead; 
 Captain Cammock assured me so ; and now he's alive again, 
 they say ; but that shan't do ; he shall be dead to me as long 
 as he lives. Dick Tighe and I meet and never stir our hats. 
 I am resolved to mistake him for Witherington, the little 
 nasty lawyer that came up to me so sternly at the Castle the 
 day I left Ireland. I'll ask the gentleman I saw walking 
 with him, how long Witherington has been in town. 
 
 14. I went to town to-day by water. The hail quite dis- 
 couraged me from walking, and there is no shade in the 
 greatest part of the way : I took the first boat, and had 
 a footman my companion ; then I went again by water, and 
 dined in the city with a printer, to whom I carried a pam- 
 phlet in manuscript, that Mr Secretary gave me. The 
 printer sent it to the secretary for his approbation, and he 
 desired me to look it over, which I did, and found it a very 
 scurvy piece. The reason I tell you so is, because it was 
 done by your parson Slap, Scrap, Flap, (what d'ye call him ?) 
 Trap, your Chancellor's chaplain. 'Tis called "A Character 
 of the present Set of Whigs," and is going to be printed, and 
 no doubt the author will take care to produce it in Ireland. 
 Dr Freind was with me, and pulled out a twopenny pam- 
 phlet just published called " The State of Wit," ^ giving a 
 character of all the papers that have come out of late. The 
 author seems to be a Whig, yet he speaks very highly of 
 a paper called The Examiner, and says the supposed author 
 of it is Dr Swift. But above all things he praises the Tatlers 
 and Spectators; and I believe Steele and Addison were 
 privy to the printing of it. Thus is one treated by these 
 impudent dogs. And that villain Curl ' has scraped up some 
 trash, and calls it Dr Swift's Miscellanies, with the name at 
 large, and I can get no satisfaction of him. Nay, Mr Harley 
 told me he had read it, and only laughed at me before Lord- 
 Keeper, and the rest. Since I came home I have been 
 
 " Lord Santry was a " violent Whig, and distinguished himself by 
 prosecuting Higgins, who might be called the Sacheverell of Ireland." 
 (Scott.) 
 
 '' Said to have been written by Gay. It is reprinted in Scott's 
 edition of Swift. 
 
 ' Edmund Curll, the piratical bookseller.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I// 
 
 sitting with the Prolocutor, Dean Atterbury, who is my 
 neighbour over the way ; but generally keeps in town with 
 his Convocation. 'Tis late, &c. 
 
 15. My walk to town to-day was after ten, and pro- 
 digiously hot : I dined with Lord Shelburn, and have desired 
 Mrs Pratt, who lodges there, to carry over Mrs Wall's tea ; 
 I hope she will do it, and they talk of going in a fortnight. 
 My way is this : I leave my best gown and periwig at Mrs 
 Vanhomrigh's, then walk up the Pall Mall, through the 
 Park, out at Buckingham House, and so to Chelsea a little 
 beyond the church : I set out about sunset, and get here in 
 something less than an hour : it is two good miles, and just 
 five thousand seven hundred and forty-eight steps ; so there 
 is four miles a day walking, without reckoning what I walk 
 while I stay in town. When I pass the Mall in the evening 
 it is prodigious to see the number of ladies walking there ; 
 and I always cry shame at the ladies of Ireland, who never 
 walk at all, as if their legs were of no use, but to be laid 
 aside. I have been now almost three weeks here, and I 
 thank God, am much better in my head, if it does but con- 
 tinue. I tell you what, if I was with you, when we went to 
 Stoyte at Donnybrook, we would only take a coach to the 
 hither end of Stephen's Green, and from thence go every 
 step on foot, yes faith, every step ; it would do : DD goes as 
 well as Presto. Every body tells me I look better already ; 
 for faith I looked sadly, that's certain. My breakfast is milk 
 porridge : I don't love it, faith I hate it, but 'tis cheap and 
 wholesome; and I hate to be obliged to either of those 
 qualities for any thing. 
 
 16. I wonder why Presto will be so tedious in answering 
 MD's letters ; because he would keep the best to the last I 
 suppose. Well, Presto must be humoured, it must be as he 
 will have it, or there will be an old to do. Dead with heat, 
 are not you very hot ? My walks make my forehead sweat 
 rarely ; sometimes my morning journey is by water, as it was 
 to-day with one parson Richardson, who came to see me, on 
 his going to Ireland ; and with him I send Mrs Wall's tea, 
 and three books ^ I got from the Lords of the Treasury for 
 the college. I dined with Lord Shelburn to-day ; Lady 
 
 ^ Rymer's " Fcedera," in three volumes, which Swift got for the 
 library of Trinity College, Dublin. 
 II. N
 
 178 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 Kerry and Mrs Pratt are going likewise for Ireland. — Lord I 
 forgot, I dined with Mr Prior to-day, at his house, with 
 Dean Atterbury and others ; and came home pretty late, and 
 I think I'm in a fuzz, and don't know what I say, never saw 
 the like. 
 
 17. Sterne came here by water to see me this morning, 
 and I went back with him to his boat. He tells me, that 
 Mrs Edgworth married a fellow in her journey to Chester : 
 so I believe she little thought of any body's box but her own. 
 I desired Sterne to give me directions where to get the box 
 in Chester, which he says he will to-morrow, and I will 
 write to Richardson to get it up there as he goes by, and whip 
 it over. It is directed to Mrs Curry : you must caution her 
 of it, and desire her to send it you when it comes. Sterne 
 says Jemmy Leigh loves London mightily ; that makes him 
 stay so long, I believe, and not Sterne's business, which Mr 
 Harley's accident has put much backward. We expect now 
 every day that he will be Earl of Oxford and Lord-Treasurer. 
 His patent is passing ; but they say, Lord-Keeper's not yet, 
 at least his son, young Harcourt, told me so t'other day. I 
 dined to-day privately with my friend Lewis at his lodgings 
 ' at Whitehall. T'other day at Whitehall I met a lady of my 
 acquaintance, whom I had not seen before, since I came to 
 England : we were mighty glad to see each other, and she 
 has engaged me to visit her, as I design to do. It is one 
 Mrs Colledge ; she has lodgings at Whitehall, having been 
 seamstress to King William, worth three hundred a year. 
 Her father was a fanatic joiner,^ hanged for treason in Shafts- 
 bury's plot. This noble person and I were brought ac- 
 quainted, some years ago, by Lady Berkeley. I love good 
 creditable acquaintance ; I love to be the worst of the com- 
 pany : I am not of those that say, for want of company, 
 welcome trumpery. I was this evening with Lady Kerry and 
 Mrs Pratt at Vauxhall, to hear the nightingales j but they are 
 almost past singing. 
 
 ^ Stephen Colledge, called the " Protestant Joiner" from the activity 
 of his proceedings in connection with the sham Popish Plot. He in- 
 vented a " Protestant flail " to be used against Papists. He was tried 
 for High Treason at Oxford in 1681, and executed after a grossly unfair 
 trial. The place was given to his daughter, doubtless from the same 
 motives which led William HL to reward Titus Oates.
 
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 1 8. I was hunting the Secretary to-day in vain about some 
 business, and dined with Colonel Crowe, late Governor of 
 Barbadoes, and your friend Sterne was the third : he is very 
 kind to Sterne, and helps him in his business, which lies 
 asleep till Mr Harley is Lord-Treasurer, because nothing of 
 moment is now done in the Treasury, the change being 
 expected every day. I sat with Dean Atterbury till one 
 o'clock after I came home ; so 'tis late, &c. 
 
 19. Do you know that about our town we are mowing 
 already and making hay, and it smells so sweet as we walk 
 through the flowery meads ; but the hay-making nymphs are 
 perfect drabs, nothing so clean and pretty as farther in the 
 country. There is a mighty increase of dirty wenches in 
 straw hats since I knew London. I staid at home till five 
 o'clock, and dined with Dean Atterbury : then went by 
 water to Mr Harley's, where the Saturday club was met, with 
 the addition of the Duke of Shrewsbury.^ I whispered Lord 
 Rivers, that I did not like to see a stranger among us : and 
 the rogue told it aloud : but Mr Secretary said, the Duke 
 writ to have leave : so I appeared satisfied, and so we laughed. 
 Mr Secretary told me the Duke of Buckingham ^ had been 
 talking to him much about me, and desired my acquaint- 
 ance. I answered, it could not be : for he had not made 
 sufficient advances. Then the Duke of Shrewsbury said, he 
 thought that Duke was not used to make advances. I said I 
 could not help that ; for I always expected advances in pro- 
 portion to men's quality, and more from a Duke than other 
 men. The Duke replied, that he did not mean anything of 
 his quality ; which was handsomely said enough ; for he 
 meant his pride : and I have invented a notion to believe 
 that nobody is proud. At ten all the company went away ; 
 and from ten till twelve Mr Harley and I sat together, where 
 we talked through a great deal of matters I had a mind 
 to settle with him, and then walked, in a fine moonshine 
 
 ^ Charles Talbot, Duke of Shrewsbury, had been a Whig, and a 
 friend of William IIL His loyalty was, however, doubtful, and he fell 
 under suspicion in connection with the Assassination Plot. In Anne's 
 reign he deserted the Whigs, and became Lord Chamberlain in 17 10. 
 His later years were as dubious as his earlier. 
 
 - He was notorious for his pride. Scott points out that Swift had 
 "made some advances to Buckingham, by calling on him ;" and suggests 
 that as no response was made he conceived a dislike to the duke.
 
 l8o JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 night, to Chelsea, where I got by one. Lord Rivers con- 
 jured me not to walk so late ; but I would, because I had no 
 other way ; but I had no money to lose. 
 
 20. By what Lord-Keeper told me last night, I find he 
 will not be made a peer so soon : but Mr Harley's patent for 
 Earl of Oxford is now drawing, and will be done in three 
 days. We made him own it, which he did scurvily, and then 
 talked of it like the rest. Mr Secretary had too much com- 
 pany with him to-day ; so I came away soon after dinner. I 
 give no man liberty to swear or talk b — dy, and I found 
 some of them were in constraint, so I left them to themselves. 
 I wish you a merry Whitsuntide, and pray tell me how you 
 pass away your time : but faith, you are going to Wexford, 
 and I fear this letter is too late ; it shall go on Thursday, and 
 sooner it cannot, I have so much business to hinder me 
 answering yours. Where must I direct in your absence? 
 Do you quit your lodgings ? 
 
 21. Going to town this morning, I met in the Pall Mall 
 a clergyman of Ireland, whom I love very well, and was 
 glad to see, and with him a little jackanapes of Ireland 
 too, who married Nanny Swift, uncle Adam's daughter, 
 one Perry ; perhaps you may have heard of him. His wife 
 has sent him here to get a place from Lownds ; because 
 my uncle and Lownds married two sisters, and Lownds 
 is a great man here in the Treasury : but by good luck I 
 have no acquaintance with him : however, he expected I 
 should be his friend to Lownds, and one word of mine, &c. 
 the old cant. But I will not go two yards to help him. 
 I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh, where I keep my best 
 gown and periwig to put on when I come to town and be a 
 spark. 
 
 22. I dined to-day in the city, and coming home this 
 evening, I met Sir Thomas Mansel and Mr. Lewis in the 
 Park. Lewis whispered me, that Mr Harley's patent for 
 Earl of Oxford was passed in Mr Secretary St John's office ; 
 so to-morrow or next day I suppose he will be declared Earl 
 of Oxford, and have the staff. This man has grown by 
 persecutions, turnings out, and stabbing. What waiting, 
 and crowding, and bowing will be at his levee? yet, if human 
 nature be capable of so much constancy, I should believe he 
 will be the same man still, bating the necessary forms of
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA l8l 
 
 grandeur he must keep up. 'Tis late sirrahs, and I'll go 
 sleep. 
 
 23. Morning. I sat up late last night, and waked late 
 to-day ; but will now answer your letter in bed before I go to 
 town and I will send it to-morrow ; for perhaps you mayn't go 
 so soon to Wexford. — No, you are not out in your number : 
 the last was Number 14, and so I told you twice or thrice; 
 will you never be satisfied? What shall we do for poor 
 Stella ? Go to Wexford, for God's sake : I wish you were to 
 walk there by three miles a-day, with a good lodging at every 
 mile's end. Walking has done me so much good, that 
 I cannot but prescribe it often to poor Stella. Parvisol has 
 sent me a bill for fifty pounds, which I am sorry for, having 
 not written to him for it, only mentioned it two months ago ; 
 but I hope he will be able to pay you what I have drawn 
 upon him for ; he never sent me any sum before but one 
 bill of twenty pounds, half a year ago. You are welcome as 
 my blood to every farthing I have in the world : and all that 
 grieves me is, I am not richer, for MD's sake, as [I] hope 
 [to be] saved. I suppose you give up your lodgings when 
 you go to Wexford ; yet that will be inconvenient too : yet 
 I wish again you were under the necessity of rambling the 
 country till Michaelmas, faith. No, let them keep the shelves, 
 with a pox ; yet they are exacting people about those four 
 weeks, or Mrs. Brent may have the shelves, if she please. I 
 am obliged to your Dean for his kind offer of lending 
 me money. Will that be enough to say? A hundred 
 people would lend me money, or to any man who has 
 not the reputation of a squanderer. O faith, I should be 
 glad to be in the same kingdom with MD, however, although 
 you were at Wexford. But I am kept here by a most capri- 
 cious fate, which I would break through, if I could do 
 it with decency or honour. — To return without some mark 
 of distinction, would look extremely little: and I would 
 likewise gladly be somewhat richer than I am. I will say no 
 more, but beg you to be easy, till Fortune take her course, 
 and to believe that MD's felicity is the great end I aim at in 
 my pursuits. And so let us talk no more on this subject, 
 which makes me melancholy, and that I would fain divert. 
 Believe me, no man breathing at present has less share of 
 happiness in life than I : I do not say I am unhappy at all.
 
 1 82 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 but that every thing here is tasteless to me for want of being 
 as I would be. And so a short sigh, and no more of 
 this. Well, come and let's see what's next, young women. 
 Pox take Mrs Edgworth and Sterne : I will take some 
 methods about that box. What orders would you have me 
 give about the picture ? Can't you do with it as if it were 
 your own ? No, I hope Manley will keep his place ; for I 
 hear nothing of Sir Thomas Frankland's losing his. Send 
 nothing under cover to Mr Addison, but to Erasmus Lewis, 
 Esq., at my Lord Dartmouth's office at Whitehall. Direct 
 your outside so. — Poor dear Stella, don't write in the dark, 
 nor in the light neither, but dictate to Dingley ; she is a 
 naughty healthy girl, and may drudge for both. Are you 
 good company together ? and don't you quarrel too often ? 
 Pray, love one another, and kiss one another just now, 
 as Dingley is reading this ; for you quarrelled this morning 
 just after Mrs Marget had poured water on Stella's head : I 
 heard the little bird say so. Well, I have answered every 
 thing in your letter that required it, and yet the second side 
 is not full. I'll come home at night, and say more; 
 and to-morrow this goes for certain. Go, get you gone 
 to your own chambers, and let Presto rise like a modest 
 gentleman, and walk to town. I fancy I begin to sweat less 
 in the forehead by constant walking than I used to do ; but 
 then I shall be so sunburnt, the ladies won't like me. Come, 
 let me rise, sirrahs, Morrow. — At night. I dined with Ford 
 to-day at his lodgings, and I 'found wine out of my own 
 cellar, some of my own chest of the great Duke's wine : 
 it begins to turn. They say wine with you in Ireland is 
 half-a-crown a bottle. 'Tis as Stella says, nothing that once 
 cravv? dear in Ireland ever grows cheap again, except corn, 
 with a pox, to ruin the parson. I had a letter to-day from 
 the Archbishop of Dublin, giving me farther thanks about 
 vindicating him to Mr Harley and Mr St John, and telling 
 me a long story about your Mayor's election,^ wherein I find 
 he has had a finger, and given way to farther talk about him ; 
 but we know nothing of it here yet. This walking to and 
 
 ^ The Corporation of Dublin was Whig. The Irish Privy Council 
 rejected "four mayors and eight sheriffs in succession, all regularly 
 elected ; on account, doubtless, of their political principles." See 
 Archbishop King's letter to Swift, dated May 15, 171 1.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 183 
 
 fro, and dressing myself, takes up so much of my time, that 
 I cannot go among company so much as formerly ; yet what 
 must a body do ? I thank God I yet continue much better 
 since I left the town ; I know not how long it may last. I 
 am sure it has done me some good for the present. I do 
 not totter as I did, but walk as firm as a cock, only once or 
 twice for a minute, I dont know how ; but it went off, and I 
 never followed it. Does Dingley read my hand as well as 
 ever ? Do you, sirrah ? Poor Stella must not read Presto's 
 ugly small hand. Preserve your eyes, if you be wise. Your 
 friend Walls's tea will go in a day or two toward Chester by 
 one parson Richardson. My humble service to her, and to 
 good Mrs Stoyte, and Catherine ; and pray walk while you 
 continue in Dublin. I expect your next but one will be from 
 Wexford. God bless dearest MD. 
 
 24. Morning. Mr Secretary has sent his groom hither to 
 invite me to dinner to-day, &c. God Almighty for ever 
 bless and preserve you both, and give you health. Sic. Amenj 
 Farewell, &c. 
 
 Don't I often say the same thing two or three times in the 
 same letter, sirrah ? 
 
 Great wits, they say, have but short memories ; that's good 
 vile conversation. 
 
 LETTER XXIV. 
 
 Chelsea, May 24, 17 11. 
 
 Morning. Once in my life the number of my letters and 
 of the day of the month is the same ; that's lucky, boys ; 
 that's a sign that things will meet, and that we shall make a 
 figure together. What, will you still have the impudence to 
 say London, England, because I say Dublin, Ireland? Is 
 there no difference between London and Dublin, saucy 
 boxes ? I have sealed up my letter, and am going to town. 
 Morrow, sirrahs. — At night. I dined with the Secretary to- 
 day ; we sat down between five and six. Mr Harley's patent 
 passed this morning : he is now Earl of Oxford, Earl 
 Mortimer, and Lord Harley of Wigmore Castle. My letter 
 was sealed, or I would have told you this yesterday ; but the 
 public news may tell it you. The Queen, for all her favour,
 
 1 84 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 has kept a rod ^ for him in her closet this week ; I suppose 
 he will take it from her though in a day or two. At eight 
 o'clock this evening it rained prodigiously, as it did from 
 five ; however, I set out, and in half way the rain lessened, 
 and I got home, but tolerably wet ; and this is the first wet 
 walk I have had in a month's time that I am here : but 
 however I got to bed, after a short visit to Atterbury. 
 
 25. It rained this morning, and I went to town by water; 
 and Ford and I dined with Mr Lewis by appointment. I 
 ordered Patrick to bring my gown and periwig to Mr Lewis, 
 because I designed to go to see Lord Oxford, and so I told 
 the dog ; but he never came, though I staid an hour longer 
 than I appointed : so I went in my old gown, and sat with 
 him two hours, but could not talk over some business I had 
 with him ; so he has desired me to dine with him on Sunday, 
 and I must disappoint the Secretary. My Lord set me down 
 at a coffee-house, where I waited for the Dean of Carlisle's 
 chariot to bring me to Chelsea; for it has rained pro- 
 digiously all this afternoon. The Dean did not come 
 himself, but sent me his chariot, which has cost me two 
 shillings to the coachman ; and so I am got home, and Lord 
 knows what is become of Patrick. I think I must send him 
 over to you ; for he is an intolerable rascal. If I had come 
 without a gown, he would have served me so, though my life 
 and preferment should have lain upon it : and I am making 
 a livery for him will cost me four pounds ; but I will order 
 the tailor to-morrow to stop till farther orders. My Lord 
 Oxford can't yet abide to be called my lord ; and when 
 I called him my lord, he called me Dr Thomas Swift,^ which 
 he always does when he has a mind to tease me. By 
 a second hand he proposed my being his chaplain, which 
 I by a second hand excused ; but we had no talk of it 
 to-day : but I will be no man's chaplain alive. But I must 
 go and be busy. 
 
 26. I never saw Patrick till this morning, and that only 
 once, for I dressed myself without him ; and when I went to 
 town, he was out of the way. I immediately sent for the 
 tailor, and ordered him to stop his hand in Patrick's clothes 
 
 ^ The Treasurer's staff. 
 
 * Swift's "little parson cousin" who laid claim to a share of the 
 authorship of the " Tale of a Tub."
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I85 
 
 till farther orders. O, if it were in Ireland, I should have 
 turned him off ten times ago ; and it is no regard to him, but 
 myself, that has made me keep him so long. Now I am 
 afraid to give the rogue his clothes. What shall I do ? I 
 wish MD were here to entreat for him, just here at the bed's 
 side. Lady Ashburnham has been engaging me this long 
 time to dine with her, and I set to-day apart for it ; and 
 whatever was the mistake, she sent me word, she was at 
 dinner and undressed, but would be glad to see me in the 
 afternoon ; so I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh, and would not 
 go see her at all, in a huff. My fine Florence is turning 
 sour with a vengeance, and I have not drunk half of it. As 
 I was coming home to-night. Sir Thomas Mansel and Tom 
 Harley met me in the Park, and made me walk with them till 
 nine, like unreasonable whelps ; so I got not here till ten : 
 but it was a fine evening, and the foot-path clean enough 
 already after this hard rain. 
 
 27. Going this morning to town, I saw two old lame 
 fellows walking to a brandy shop, and when they got to the 
 door, stood a long time complimenting who should go in 
 first. Though this be no jest to tell, it was an admirable one 
 to see. I dined to-day with my Lord Oxford and the ladies, 
 the new Countess, and Lady Betty,^ who has been these 
 three days a lady born. My lord left us at seven, and I had 
 no time to speak to him about some affairs ; but he promises 
 in a day or two we shall dine alone ; which is mighty Hkely, 
 considering we expect every moment that the Queen will give 
 him the staff, and then he will be so crowded, he will be 
 good for nothing : for aught I know he may have it to-night 
 at council. 
 
 28. I had a petition sent me t'other day from one Stephen 
 Gernon, setting forth that he formerly lived with Harry 
 Tenison, who gave him an employment of gauger ; and that 
 he was turned out after Harry's death, and came for England, 
 and is now starving, or, as he expresses it, that the staff 
 of life has been of late a stranger to his appetite. To-day 
 the poor fellow called, and I knew him very well, a young 
 slender fellow with freckles in his face ; you must remember 
 him ; he waited at table as a better sort of servant. I gave 
 
 ^ Lady Elizabeth Harley, daughter of the new Earl of Oxford. She 
 married the Marquis of Carmarthen.
 
 1 86 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 him a crown, and promised to do what I could to help him 
 to a service, which I did for Harry Tenison's memory. It 
 was bloody hot walking to-day, and I was so lazy I dined 
 where my new gown was, at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and came 
 back like a fool, and the Dean of Carlisle has sat with me 
 till eleven. Lord Oxford has not the staff yet. 
 
 29. I was this morning in town by ten, though it was 
 shaving day, and went to the Secretary about some affairs, 
 then visited the Duke and Duchess of Ormond ; but the 
 latter was dressing to go out, and I could not see her. My 
 Lord Oxford had the staff given him this morning ; so now 
 I must call him Lord Oxford no more ; but Lord-Treasurer : 
 I hope he will stick there ; this is twice he has changed his 
 name this week ; and I heard to-day in the city (where I 
 dined) that he will very soon have the garter. — Prithee, 
 don't you observe how strangely I have changed my com- 
 pany and manner of living ? I never go to a coffeehouse ; 
 you hear no more of Addison, Steele, Henley, Lady Lucy, 
 Mrs Finch, Lord Somers, Lord Halifax, &c.^ I think I 
 have altered for the better. Did I tell you the Archbishop 
 of Dublin has writ me a long letter of a squabble in your 
 town about choosing a Mayor, and that he apprehended 
 some censure for the share he had in it. I have not heard 
 any thing of it here ; but I shall not be always able to defend 
 him. We hear your Bishop Hickman is dead ; but nobody 
 here will do any thing for me in Ireland ; so they may die 
 as fast or slow as they please. — Well, you are constant to 
 your deans, and your Stoyte, and your Walls. Walls will 
 have her tea soon; parson Richardson is either going or 
 gone to Ireland, and has it with him. I hear Mr Lewis has 
 two letters for me : I could not call for them to-day, but will 
 to-morrow ; and perhaps one of them may be from our little 
 MD, who knows, man? who can tell? Many more unlikely 
 thing has happened. — Pshaw, I write so plaguy little, I can 
 hardly see it myself. Write bigger, sirrah - Presto. No, but 
 I won't. O, you are a saucy rogue, Mr Presto, you are so 
 impudent. Come, dear rogues, let Presto go to sleep : I 
 have been with the Dean, and 'tis near twelve. 
 
 ^ ' All these were Whigs. 
 ^ " These words are written in a large round hand." (Note in 
 original edition.)
 
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 30. I am so hot and lazy after my morning's walk, that I 
 loitered at Mrs Vanhomrigh's, where my best gown and 
 periwig was, and out of mere listlessness dine there very 
 often, so I did to-day ; but I got little MD's letter, N. 15 
 (you see, sirrahs, I remember to tell the number) from Mr 
 Lewis, and I read it in a closet they lend me at Mrs Van's, 
 and I find Stella is a saucy rogue and a great writer, and 
 can write finely still when her hand's in, and her pen good. 
 When I came here to-night, I had a mighty mind to go 
 swim after I was cool, for my lodging is just by the river, 
 and I went down with only my night gown and slippers on 
 at eleven, but came up again ; however, one of these nights 
 I will venture. 
 
 31. I was so hot this morning with my walk, that I 
 resolve to do so no more during this violent burning 
 weather. It is comical, that now we happen to have such 
 heat to ripen the fruit, there has been the greatest blast that 
 was ever known, and almost all the fruit is despaired of. I 
 dined with Lord Shelburn ; Lady Kerry and Mrs Pratt 
 are going to Ireland. I went this evening to Lord-Treasurer, 
 and sat about two hours with him in mixed company ; he 
 left us, and went to court, and carried two staves with him, 
 so I suppose we shall have a new Lord-Steward or comptroller 
 to-morrow ; I smoked that state secret out by that accident. 
 I won't answer your letter yet, sirrahs, no, I won't, madam. 
 
 June I. I wish you a merry month of June. I dined 
 again with the Vans and Sir Andrew Fountaine. I always 
 give them a flask of my Florence, which now begins to spoil, 
 but 'tis near an end. I went this afternoon to Mrs Vedeau's, 
 and brought away Madam Dingley's parchment and letter of 
 attorney. Mrs -Vedeau tells me, she has sent the bill a 
 fortnight ago. I will give the parchment to Ben Tooke, and 
 you shall send him a letter of attorney at your leisure, 
 enclosed to Mr Presto. Yes, I now think your mackarel is 
 full as good as ours, which I did not think formerly. I was 
 bit about the two staves, for there is no new ofhcer made 
 to-day. This letter will find you still in Dublin, I suppose 
 or at Donnybrook, or losing your money at Walls', (how 
 does she do ?) 
 
 2. I missed this day by a blunder, and dining in the 
 city.
 
 l88 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 3. No boats on Sunday, never : so I was forced to walk, 
 and so hot by the time I got to Ford's lodging, that I was 
 quite spent ; I think the weather is mad. I could not go to 
 church. I dined with the Secretary as usual, and old 
 Colonel Graham that lived at Bagshot Heath, and they said 
 it was Colonel Graham's house. Pshaw, I remember it very 
 well, when I used to go for a walk to London from Moor- 
 Park. What, I warrant you don't remember the Golden 
 Farmer ' neither, Figgarkick Soley.^ 
 
 4. When must we answer this letter, this N. 15 of our 
 Uttle MD ? Heat and laziness and Sir Andrew Fountaine 
 made me dine to-day again at Mrs Van's ; and, in short, 
 this weather is insupportable ; how is it with you ? Lady 
 Betty Butler and Lady Ashburnham sat with me two or 
 three hours this evening in my closet at Mrs Van's. They 
 are very good girls, and if Lady Betty went to Ireland you 
 should let her be acquainted with you. How does Dingley 
 do this hot weather ? Stella, I think, never complains of it, 
 she loves hot weather. There has not been a drop of rain 
 since Friday se'ennight. Yes, you do love hot weather, 
 naughty Stella, you do so, and Presto can't abide it. Be a 
 good girl, then, and I'll love you : and love one another, and 
 don't be quarrelling girls. 
 
 5. I dined in the city to-day, and went from hence early 
 to town, and visited the Duke of Ormond, and Mr Secretary. 
 They say my Lord-Treasurer has a dead warrant in his 
 pocket, they mean, a list of those who are to be turned out 
 of employment, and we every day now expect those changes. 
 I passed by the treasury to-day, and saw vast crowds waiting 
 to give Lord-Treasurer petitions as he passes by. He is now 
 at the top of power and favour : he keeps no levees yet. I 
 am cruel thirsty this hot weather. — I am just this minute 
 going to swim. I take Patrick down with me to hold my 
 night-gown, shirt, and slippers, and borrow a napkin of my 
 
 ^ A name given to a famous highwayman of the day, who masqiieraded 
 as a farmer. 
 
 ^ This expression, which Scott says he cannot understand, probably 
 stands in the "little language " for " Pilgarlick sirrah." *' Pilgarlick " 
 is a contemptuous name the exact implication of which has never been 
 properly explained. " Soley" is doubtless a misreading for "sollah," 
 which is Swift's little language for "sirrah."
 
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 landlady for a cap. — So farewell till I come up ; but there's 
 no danger, don't be frighted — I have been swimming this 
 half hour and more ; and when I was coming out I dived, 
 to make my head and all through wet, like a cold bath ; but 
 as I dived, the napkin fell off and is lost, and I have that to 
 pay for. O faith, the great stones were so sharp, I could 
 hardly set my feet on them as I came out. It was pure and 
 warm. I got to bed, and will now go sleep. 
 
 6. Morning. This letter shall go to-morrow; so I will 
 answer yours when I come home to-night. I feel no hurt 
 from last night's swimming. I lie with nothing but the 
 sheet over me, and my feet quite bare. I must rise and go 
 to town before the tide is against me. Morrow, sirrahs ; 
 dear sirrahs, morrows. — At night. I never felt so hot a day 
 as this since I was born. I dined with Lady Betty Germain, 
 and there was the young Earl of Berkeley and his fine lady. 
 I never saw her before, nor think her near so handsome as 
 she passes for. — After dinner Mr Bertue would not let me 
 put ice in my wine ; but said my Lord Dorchester got the 
 bloody flux with it, and that it was the worst thing in the 
 world. Thus are we plagued, thus are we plagued; yet I 
 have done it five or six times this summer, and was but the 
 drier and the hotter for it. Nothing makes me so exces- 
 sively peevish as hot weather. Lady Berkeley after dinner 
 clapped my hat on another lady's head, and she in roguery 
 put it upon the rails. I minded them not, but in two 
 minutes they called me to the window, and Lady Carteret 
 showed me my hat out of her window five doors off, where I 
 was forced to walk to it, and pay her and old Lady Wey- 
 mouth a visit, with some more beldames, then I went and 
 drank coffee, and made one or two puns with Lord Pem- 
 broke, and designed to go to Lord-Treasurer ; but it was too 
 late, and besides I was half broiled, and broiled without 
 butter ; for I never sweat after dinner, if I drink any wine. 
 Then I sat an hour with Lady Betty Butler at tea, and every 
 thing made me hotter and drier. Then I walked home, 
 and was here by ten, so miserably hot, that I was in as 
 perfect a passion as ever I was in my life at the greatest 
 affront or provocation. Then I sat an hour till I was quite 
 dry and cool enough to go swim ; which I did, but with so 
 much vexation, that I think I have given it over : for I was
 
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 every moment disturbed by boats, rot them ; and that puppy 
 Patrick, standing ashore, would let them come within a yard 
 or two, and then call sneakingly to them. The only comfort 
 I proposed here in hot weather is gone; for there is no 
 jesting with those boats after 'tis dark : I had none last 
 night. I dived to dip my head, and held my cap on with 
 both my hands, for fear of losing it. — Pox take the boats ! 
 Amen. 'Tis near twelve, and so I'll answer your letter (it 
 strikes twelve now) to-morrow morning. 
 
 7. Morning. Well, now let us answer MD's letter, N. 15, 
 15) 15. 15- Now I have told you the number 15, 15; 
 there, impudence, to call names in the beginning of your 
 letter, before you say. How do you do, Mr Presto ?— There's 
 your breeding. Where's your manners, sirrah, to a gentle- 
 man ? Get you gone, you couple of jades. — No, I never sit 
 up late now : but this abominable hot weather will force me 
 to eat or drink something that will do me hurt. I do 
 venture to eat a few strawberries. Why then, do you know 
 in Ireland that Mr St John talked so in Parliament ? ' your 
 Whigs are plaguily bit ; for he is entirely for their being all 
 out. — And are you as vicious in snuff as ever ? I believe, as 
 you say, it does neither hurt nor good ; but I have left it off, 
 and when any body offers me their box, I take about a tenth 
 part of what I used to do, and then just smell to it, and 
 privately fling the rest away. I keep to my tobacco still," as 
 you say; but even much less of that than formerly, only 
 mornings and evenings, and very seldom in the day. — As 
 for Joe, I have recommended his case heartily to my Lord- 
 Lieutenant ; and, by his direction, given a memorial of it to 
 Mr Southwell, to whom I have recommended it likewise. I 
 can do no more, if he were my brother. His business will 
 be to apply himself to Southwell. And you must desire 
 Raymond, if Price of Galway comes to town, to desire him 
 to wait on Mr Southwell, as recommended by me for one of 
 the Duke's chaplains, which was all I could do for him ; and 
 
 ^ Refers to St. John's defence of his friend Brydges, the Whig Pay- 
 master-General. 
 
 - " He does not mean smoking, which he never practised, but snufBng 
 up cut-and-dry tobacco, which sometimes was just coloured with Spanish 
 snuff, and this he used all his life, but would not own that he took snuff," 
 (Note in original edition.)
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA IQI 
 
 he must be presented to the Duke, and make his court, and 
 ply about and find out some vacancy, and solicit early for it. 
 The bustle about your mayor I had before, as I told you, 
 from the Archbishop of Dublin. Was Raymond not come 
 till May 1 8 ? so he says fine things of me ? certainly he lies. 
 I'm sure I used him indifferently enough, and we never 
 once dined together, or walked, or were in any third place, 
 only he came sometimes to my lodgings, and even there was 
 oftener denied than admitted. — What an odd bill is that you 
 sent of Raymond's ? a bill upon one Murry in Chester, 
 which depends entirely not only upon Raymond's honesty, 
 but his discretion ; and in money matters he is the last man 
 I would depend on. Why should Sir Alexander Cairnes '■ 
 in London pay me a bill, drawn by God knows who, upon 
 Murry in Chester ? I was at Cairnes's, and they can do no 
 such thing. I went among some friends, who are merchants, 
 and I find the bill must be sent to Murry, accepted by him, 
 and then returned back, and then Cairnes may accept or 
 refuse it as he pleases. Accordingly I gave Sir Thomas 
 Frankland the bill, who has sent it to Chester, and 
 ordered the postmaster there to get it accepted, and then 
 send it back, and in a day or two I shall have an answer ; 
 and therefore this letter must stay a day or two longer than 
 I intended, and see what answer I get. Raymond should 
 have written to Murry at the same time, to desire Sir 
 Alexander Cairnes to have answered such a bill, if it come. 
 But Cairne's clerks (himself was not at home) said, that they 
 had received no notice of it, and could do nothing; and 
 advised me to send to Murry. — I have been six weeks to- 
 day at Chelsea, and you know it but just now. And so 
 Dean thinks I write the Medley. Pox of his judg- 
 ment ; 'tis equal to his honesty. Then you han't seen the 
 Miscellany yet ? Why, 'tis a four shilling book : has nobody 
 carried it over? — No, I believe Manley will not lose his 
 place : for his friend in England is so far from being out, 
 that he has taken a new patent since the Post-Office act ; 
 and his brother Jack Manley here takes his part firmly ; 
 and I have often spoken to Southwell in his behalf, and he 
 seems very well inclined to him. But the Irish folks here in 
 
 ^ An eminent banker.
 
 192 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 general are horribly violent against him. Besides, he must 
 consider he could not send Stella wine if he were put out. 
 And so he is very kind, and sends you a dozen bottles of 
 Avine at a time, and you win eight shillings at a time ; 
 and how much do you lose? No, no, never one 
 syllable about that, I warrant you. — Why this same Stella 
 is so unmerciful a writer, she has hardly left any room 
 for Dingley. If you have such summer there as here, sure 
 the Wexford waters are good by this time. I forgot what 
 w^eather we had May 6th ; go look in my journal. We had 
 terrible rain the 24th and 25th, and never a drop since. 
 Yes, yes, I remember Berested's bridge ; the coach sosses up 
 and down as one goes that way, just as at Hockley in the 
 Hole. I never impute any illness or health I have to good 
 or ill weather, but to want of exercise, or ill air, or something 
 I have eaten, or hard study, or sitting up ; and so I fence 
 against those as well as I can : but who a deuce can help the 
 weather? Will Seymor, the General, was excessively hot 
 wath the sun shining full upon him : so he turns to the sun, 
 and says, Hearkee, friend, you had better go and ripen 
 cucumbers than plague me at this rate, &c. Another time 
 fretting at the heat, a gentleman by said, it was such weather 
 as pleased God : Seymor said, perhaps it may ; but I'm sure 
 it pleases nobody else. Why, Madam Dingley, the First- 
 Fruits are done. Southwell told me they went to inquire 
 about them, and Lord-Treasurer said they were done, and 
 had been done long ago. And I'll tell you a secret you 
 must not mention, that the Duke of Ormond is ordered to 
 take notice of them in his speech to your Parliament : and 
 I desire you will take care to say on occasion, that my Lord- 
 Treasurer Harley did it many months ago, before the Duke 
 was Lord-Lieutenant. And yet I cannot possibly come over 
 yet : so get you gone to Wexford, and make Stella well. — 
 Yes, yes, I take care not to walk late ; I never did but once, 
 and there are five hundred people on the way as I walk. 
 Tisdall is a puppy, and I will excuse him the half hour he 
 would talk with me. As for the Examiner, I have heard a 
 whisper, that after that of this day, which tells what this 
 Parliament has done, you will hardly find them so good. I 
 prophesy they will be trash for the future ; and methinks in 
 this day's Examiner the author talks doubtfully, as if he
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I93 
 
 would write no more.^ Observe whether the change be dis- 
 covered in DubUn, only for your own curiosity, that's all. 
 Make a mouth there. Mrs Vedeau's business I have an- 
 swered, and I hope the bill is not lost. Morrow. 'Tis 
 stewing hot, but I must rise, and go to town between fire and 
 water. Morrow, sirrahs both, morrow. — At night. I dined 
 to-day with Colonel Crowe, governor of Jamaica, and your 
 friend Sterne. I presented Sterne to my Lord Treasurer's 
 brother, and gave him his case, and engaged him in his 
 favour. At dinner there fell the swingingest long shower, 
 and the most grateful to me that ever I saw : it thundered 
 fifty times at least, and the air is so cool, that a body is able 
 to live ; and I walked home to-night with comfort, and with 
 out dirt. I went this evening to Lord-Treasurer, and sat 
 with him two hours, and we were in very good humour, 
 and he abused me, and called me Dr Thomas Swift fifty 
 times : I have told you he does that when he has a mind to 
 make me mad. Sir Thomas Frankland gave me to-day a 
 letter from Murry, accepting my bill : so all is well : only by 
 a letter from Parvisol, I find there are some perplexities. 
 Joe has likewise written to me to thank me for what I have 
 done for him ; and desires I would write to the Bishop of 
 Clogher, that Tom Ashe may not hinder his father from 
 being port-reeve. I have written and sent to Joe several 
 times, that I will not trouble myself at all about Trim. I 
 wish them their liberty ; but they do not deserve it : so tell 
 Joe, and send to him. I am mighty happy with this rain : I 
 was at the end of my patience, but now I live again. This 
 cannot go till Saturday ; and perhaps I may go out of town 
 with Lord Shelburn and Lady Kerry to-morrow for two or 
 three days. Lady Kerry has written to desire it ; but to- 
 morrow I shall know farther. — O this dear rain, I cannot 
 forbear praising it : I never felt myself to be revived so in 
 my life. It lasted from three till five, hard as a horn, and 
 mixed with hail. 
 
 8. Morning. I am going to town, and will just finish this 
 there, if I go into the country with Lady Kerry and Lord 
 Shelburn ; so morrow, till an hour or two hence. In town, 
 
 ' " And now I conceive the main design I had in writing these 
 
 Eapers is fully executed " (" Examiner," No. 45, June 17th, 711). See 
 elow, July 17th, 1711. 
 II. O
 
 194 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 I met Cairnes, who, I suppose, will pay me the money ; 
 though he says, I must send him the bill first, and I will get 
 it done in absence. Farewell, &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XXV. 
 
 Chelsea, June 9, 10, II, 12, 13, 14, 
 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. 
 
 I have been all this time at Wicomb [Wycombe] between 
 Oxford and London, with Lord Shelburn, who has the 
 squire's house at the town's end, and an estate there in a 
 delicious country. Lady Kerry and Mrs Pratt were with us, 
 and we passed our time well enough ; and there I wholly 
 disengaged myself from all public thoughts, and every thing 
 but MD, who had the impudence to send me a letter there ; 
 but I'll be revenged : I'll answer it. This day the 20th, I 
 came from Wicomb with Lady Kerry after dinner, lighted at 
 Hyde-Park Corner, and walked : it was twenty-seven miles, 
 and we came it in about five hours. 
 
 21. I went at noon to see Mr Secretary at his office, and 
 there was Lord-Treasurer : so I killed two birds, &c. and 
 we were glad to see one another, and so forth. And the 
 secretary and I dined at Sir William Wyndham's, who 
 married Lady Catherine Seymour, your acquaintance, I 
 suppose. There were ten of us at dinner. It seems in my 
 absence they had erected a club, and made me one ; and we 
 made some laws to-day, which I am to digest, and add to, 
 against next meeting. Our meetings are to be every Thurs- 
 day : we are yet but twelve : Lord-Keeper and Lord- 
 Treasurer were proposed ; but I was against them, and so 
 was Mr Secretary, though their sons are of it, and so they 
 are excluded ; but we design to admit the Duke of Shrews- 
 bury. The end of our club is to advance conversation and 
 friendship, and to reward deserving persons with our interest 
 and recommendation. We take in none but men of wit 
 or men of interest ; and if we go on as we begin, no other 
 club in this town will be worth talking of. The Solicitor- 
 General, Sir Robert Raymond, is one of our club ; arid I 
 ordered him immediately to write to your Lord-Chancellor 
 in favour of Dr Raymond ; so tell Raymond, if you see him ;
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA I95 
 
 but I believe this will find you at Wexford. This letter will 
 come three weeks after the last ; so there is a week lost ; 
 but that is owing to my being out of town ; yet I think it is 
 right, because it goes enclosed to Mr Reading: and why 
 should he know how often Presto writes to MD, pray? — I 
 sat this evening with Lady Butler and Lady Ashburnham, 
 and then came home by eleven, and had a good cool walk ; 
 for we have had no extreme hot weather this fortnight, but 
 a great deal of rain at times, and a body can live and breathe. 
 I hope it will hold so. We had peaches to-day. 
 
 22. I went late to-day to town, and dined with my friend 
 Lewis. I saw Will. Congreve attending at the Treasury, by 
 order, with his brethren, the commissioners of the wine 
 licences. I had often mentioned him with kindness to 
 Lord-Treasurer ; and Congreve told me, that after they had 
 answered to what they were sent for, my lord called him 
 privately, and spoke to him with great kindness, promising 
 his protection, &c. The poor man said, he had been used 
 so ill of late years, that he was quite astonished at my lord's 
 goodness, &c. and desired me to tell my lord so ; which 
 I did this evening, and recommended him heartily. My 
 lord assured me he esteemed him very much, and would be 
 always kind to him ; that what he said was to make Con- 
 greve easy, because he knew people talked as if his lordship 
 designed to turn every body out, and particularly Congreve ; 
 which indeed was true, for the poor man told me he ap- 
 prehended it. As I left my Lord-Treasurer I called on 
 Congreve (knowing where he dined,) and told him what had 
 passed between my lord and me : so I have made a worthy 
 man easy, and that is a good day's work. I am proposing to 
 my lord to erect a society or academy for correcting and 
 settling our language, that we may not perpetually be 
 changing as we do. He enters mightily into it, so does the 
 Dean of Carlisle ;^ and I design to write a letter to Lord- 
 Treasurer with the proposals of it, and publish it ; and so I 
 told my lord, and he approves of it. Yesterday's was a sad 
 Examiner, and last week was very indifferent, though some 
 little scraps of the old spirit, as if he had given some 
 hints ; but yesterday's is all trash. It is plain the hand is 
 changed, 
 
 ^ Atterbuiy.
 
 196 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 23. I have not been in London to-day : for Dr Gastrel 
 and I dined, by invitation, with the Dean of Carlisle, my 
 neighbour ; so I know not what they are doing in the world, 
 a mere country gentleman. And are not you ashamed both 
 to go into the country just when I did, and stay ten days 
 just as I did, saucy monkeys ? But I never rode ; I had no 
 horses, and our coach was out of order, and we went and 
 came in a hired one. Do you keep your lodgings when you 
 go to Wexford ? I suppose you do ; for you will hardly stay 
 above two months. I have been walking about our town to- 
 night, and it is a very scurvy place for walking. I am think- 
 ing to leave it, and return to town, now the Irish folk are 
 gone. Ford goes in three days. How does Dingley divert 
 herself while Stella is riding ? work, or read, or walk ? Does 
 Dingley ever read to you ? Had you ever a book with you 
 in the country ? Is all that left off ? confess. Well, I'll go 
 sleep, 'tis past eleven, and I go early to sleep ; I write 
 nothing at night but to MD. 
 
 24. Stratford and I, and Pastoral Philips, (just come from 
 Denmark,) dined at Ford's to-day, who paid his way, and 
 goes for Ireland on Tuesday. The Earl of Peterborow is 
 returned from Vienna without one servant : he left them 
 scattered in several towns of Germany. I had a letter from 
 him, four days ago, from Hanover, where he desires I would 
 immediately send him an answer to his house at Parson's 
 Green, about five miles off. I wondered what he meant, 
 till I heard he was come. He sent expresses, and got here 
 before them. He is above fifty, and as active as one of five- 
 and-twenty. I have not seen him yet, nor know when I 
 shall, or where to find him. 
 
 25. Poor Duke of Shrewsbury has been very ill of a fever : 
 we were all in a fright about him : I thank God, he is better. 
 I dined to-day at Lord Ashburnham's with his lady, for he 
 was not at home : she is a very good girl, and always a great 
 favourite of mine. Sterne tells me, he has desired a friend 
 to receive your box in Chester, and carry it over. I fear he 
 will miscarry in his business, which was sent to the treasury 
 before he was recommended; for I was positive only to 
 second his recommendations, and all his other friends failed 
 him. However, on your account, I will do what I can for 
 him to-morrow with the Secretary of the Treasury.
 
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 26. We had much company to-day at dinner at Lord- 
 Treasurer's. Prior never fails : he is a much better courtier 
 than I ; and we expect every day that he will be a Com- 
 missioner of the Customs, and that in a short time a great 
 many more will be turned out. They blame Lord-Treasurer 
 for his slowness in turning people out; but I suppose he 
 has his reasons. They still keep my neighbour Atterbury in 
 suspense about the Deanery of Christchurch, which has been 
 above six months vacant, and he is heartily angry. I reckon 
 you are now preparing for your Wexford expedition ; and 
 poor Dingley is full of carking, and caring, scolding. How 
 long will you stay ? Shall I be in Dublin before you 
 return ? Don't fall and hurt yourselves, nor overturn the 
 coach. Love one another, and be good girls ; and drink 
 Presto's health in water, Madam Stella; and in good ale. 
 Madam Dingley.^ 
 
 27. The Secretary appointed me to dine with him to-day, 
 and we were to do a world of business : he came at four, 
 and brought Prior with him, and had forgot the appointment, 
 and no business was done. I left him at eight, and went to 
 change my gown at Mrs Vanhomrigh's ; and there was Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine at ombre with Lady Ashburnham and 
 Lady Frederic Schomberg ; and Lady Mary Schomberg, and 
 Lady Betty Butler, and others talking ; and it put me in 
 mind of the Dean, and Stoyte, and Walls, and Stella at play, 
 and Dingley and I looking on. I staid with them till ten, 
 like a fool. Lady Ashburnham is something like Stella ; so 
 I helped her, and wished her good cards. It is late, &c. 
 
 28. Well, but I must answer this letter of MD's. Saturday 
 approaches, and I han't written down this side. O faith, 
 Presto has been a sort of lazy fellow : but Presto will remove 
 to town this day se'ennight : the Secretary has commanded me 
 to do so ; and I believe he and I shall go for some days to 
 Windsor, where he will have leisure to mind some business 
 we have together. To-day our Society (it must not be 
 called a club) dined at Mr Secretary's ; we were but eight, 
 the rest sent excuses, or were out of town. We sat till eight, 
 and made some laws and settlements; and then I went to take 
 
 ^ "The Wexford ale is highly esteemed, which is hinted at in this 
 passage ; and the Wexford waters were prescribed to Stella." (Note in 
 original edition.)
 
 198 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 leave of Lady Ashburnham, who goes out of town to-morrow, 
 as a great many of my acquaintance are already, and left the 
 town very thin. I shall make but short journeys this summer, 
 and not be long out of London. The days are grown 
 sensibly shorter already, and all our fruit blasted. Your 
 Duke of Ormond is still at Chester ; and perhaps this letter 
 will be with you as soon as he. Sterne's business is quite 
 blown up ; they stand to it to send him back to the Com- 
 missioners of the Revenue in Ireland for a reference, and all 
 my credit could not alter it, although I almost fell out with 
 the Secretary of the Treasury, who is my Lord-Treasurer's 
 cousin-german, and my very good friend.^ It seems every 
 step he has hitherto taken hath been wrong ; at least they 
 say so, and that is the same thing. I am heartily sorry for 
 it ; and I really think they are in the wrong, and use him 
 hardly ; but I can do no more. 
 
 29. Steele has had the assurance to write to me, that I 
 would engage my Lord-Treasurer to keep a friend of his in 
 an employment : I believe I told you how he and Addison 
 served me for my good offices in Steele's behalf; and I 
 promised Lord-Treasurer never to speak for either of them 
 again. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined to-day at Mrs 
 Vanhomrigh's. Dilly Ashe has been in town this fortnight : 
 I saw him twice ; he was four days at Lord Pembroke's in 
 the country, punning with him ; his face is very well. I was 
 this evening two or three hours at Lord-Treasurer's, who 
 called me Dr Thomas Swift twenty times ; that's his way of 
 teazing. I left him at nine, and got home here by ten, like 
 a gentleman ; and to-morrow morning I'll answer your 
 lett^s, sirrahs. 
 
 30. Morning. I am terribly sleepy always in a morning ; 
 I believe it is my walk overnight that disposes me to sleep ; 
 faith 'tis now striking eight, and I am but just awake. 
 Patrick comes early, and wakes me five or six times, but I 
 have excuses, though I am three parts asleep. I tell him I 
 sat up late, or slept ill in the night, and often it is a lie. I 
 have now got little MD's letter before me, N. 16, no more, 
 nor no less, no mistake. Dingley says, " This letter won't 
 be above six lines," and I was afraid it was true, though I 
 
 * Thomas Harley.
 
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 saw it filled on both sides. The Bishop of Clogher writ me 
 word you were in the country, and that he heard you were 
 well ; I am glad at heart MD rides, and rides, and rides. 
 Our hot weather ended in May, and all this month has been 
 moderate : it was then so hot, I was not able to endure it ; 
 I was miserable every moment, and found myself disposed 
 to be peevish and quarrelsome ; I believe a very hot country 
 would make me stark mad. — Yes, my head continues pretty 
 tolerable, and I impute it all to walking. Does Stella eat 
 fruit ? I eat a little, but I always repent, and resolve against 
 it. No, in very hot weather I always go to town by water, 
 but I constantly walk back, for then the sun is down. And so 
 Mrs Proby goes with you to Wexford ; she's admirable com- 
 pany : you'll grow plaguy wise with those you frequent. Mrs 
 Taylor, and Mrs Proby ; take care of infection. I believe 
 my two hundred pounds will be paid, but that Sir Alexander 
 Cairnes is a scrupulous puppy : I left the bill with Mr Strat- 
 ford, who is to have the money. — Now, Madame Stella, what 
 say you ? you ride every day ; I know that already, sirrah ; 
 and if you rid every day for a twelvemonth, you would be 
 still better and better. No, I hope Parvisol will not have 
 the impudence to make you stay an hour for the money ; if 
 he does, Pll un-parvisol him ; pray let me know. O Lord, 
 how hasty we are ; Stella can't stay writing and writing ; she 
 must write and go a cockhorse, pray now. Well, but the 
 horses are not come to the door ; the fellow can't find the 
 bridle ; your stirrup is broken ; where did you put the whips, 
 Dingley? Marg'et,^ where have you laid Mrs Johnson's 
 ribband to tie about her ? reach me my mask ; sup up this 
 before you go. So, so, a gallop, a gallop ; sit fast, sirrah, 
 and don't ride hard upon the stones. Well, now Stella is 
 gone, tell me, Dingley, is she a good girl ? and what news is 
 that you are to tell me ? — No, I believe the box is not lost : 
 Sterne says it is not. — No, faith, you must go to Wexford 
 without seeing your Duke of Ormond, unless you stay on 
 purpose; perhaps you may be so wise. I tell you this is 
 your sixteenth letter ; will you never be satisfied ? No, no, 
 I'll walk late no more ; I ought less to venture it than other 
 people, and so I was told : but I'll return to lodge in town 
 
 ^ Stella's maid.
 
 200 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 next Thursday. When you come from Wexford, I would 
 have you send a letter of attorney to Mr Benjamin Tooke, 
 bookseller in London, directed to me ; and he shall manage 
 your affair. I have your parchment safely locked up in 
 London. O Madam Stella, welcome home ; was it pleasant 
 riding ? did your horse stumble ? how often did the man 
 light to settle your stirrup ? ride nine miles ? faith you have 
 galloped indeed. Well, but where's the fine thing you pro- 
 mised me ? I have been a good boy, ask Dingley else. I 
 believe you did not meet the fine-thing-man : faith you are a 
 cheat. So you'll see Raymond and his wife in town. Faith 
 that riding to Laracor gives me short sighs, as well as you. 
 All the days I have passed here have been dirt to those. I 
 have been gaining enemies by the scores, and friends by the 
 couples, which is against the rules of wisdom, because they 
 say one enemy can do more hurt than ten friends can do 
 good. But I have had my revenge at least, if I get nothing 
 
 else. And so let fate govern. Now I think your letter is 
 
 answered ; and mine will be shorter than ordinary, because 
 it must go to-day. We have had a great deal of scattering 
 rain for some days past, yet it hardly keeps down the dust. 
 
 We have plays acted in our town, and Patrick was at 
 
 one of them, oh, oh. He was damnably mauled one day 
 when he was drunk ; he was at cuffs with a brother footman, 
 who dragged him along the floor upon his face, which looked 
 for a week after as if he had the leprosy ; and I was glad 
 enough to see it. I have been ten times sending him over 
 to you ; yet now he has new clothes, and a laced hat, which 
 the hatter brought by his orders, and he offered to pay 
 for the lace out of his wages. I am to dine to-day with 
 Dilly, at Sir Andrew Fountaine's, who has bought a new 
 house, and will be weary of it in half a year. I must rise 
 and shave, and walk to town, unless I go with the dean in 
 his chariot at twelve, which is too late ; and I have not seen 
 that Lord Peterborow yet. The Duke of Shrewsbury is 
 almost well again, and will be abroad in a day or two : what 
 care you ? There it is now ; you don't care for my friends. 
 Farewell, my dearest lives and delights, I love you better 
 than ever, if possible, as hope saved, I do, and ever will. 
 God Almighty bless you ever, and make us happy together ; 
 I pray for this twice every day ; and I hope God will hear
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 201 
 
 my poor hearty prayers. Remember, if I am used ill and 
 ungratefully, as I have formerly been, 'tis what I am pre- 
 pared for, and shall not wonder at it. Yet, I am now envied, 
 and thought in high favour, and have every day numbers of 
 considerable men teazing me to solicit for them. And the 
 ministry all use me perfectly well, and all that know them 
 say they love me. Yet I can count upon nothing, nor will, 
 but upon MD's love and kindness. They think me useful ; 
 they pretended they were afraid of none but me ; and that 
 they resolved to have me ; they have often confessed this : 
 yet all makes little impression on me. Pox of these specula- 
 tions ! they give me the spleen ; and that is a disease I was 
 not born to. — Let me alone, sirrahs, and be satisfied : I am, 
 as long as MD and Presto are well : 
 
 Little wealth, 
 And much health. 
 And a life by stealth ; 
 
 that is all we want; and so farewell, dearest MD; Stella, 
 Dingley, Presto, all together, now and for ever all together. 
 Farewell again and again. 
 
 LETTER XXVI. 
 
 Chelsea, June 30, 171 1. 
 
 See what large paper I am forced to take to write to MD ; 
 Patrick has brought me none clipped ; but faith the next 
 shall be smaller. I dined to-day, as I told you, with Dilly, 
 at Sir Andrew Fountaine's : there were we wretchedly pun- 
 ning, and writing together to Lord Pembroke. Dilly is just 
 such a puppy as ever ; and it is so uncouth, after so long an 
 intermission. My twenty-fifth is gone this evening to the 
 post. I think I will direct my next (which is this) to Mr 
 Curry's, and let them send it to Wexford, and then the next 
 enclosed to Reading. Instruct me how I shall do. I long 
 to hear from you from Wexford, and what sort of place it is. 
 The town grows very empty and dull. This evening I have 
 had a letter from Mr Philips, the pastoral poet, to get him a 
 certain employment from Lord-Treasurer. I have now had 
 almost all the Whig poets my solicitors ; and I have been
 
 202 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July 
 
 useful to Congreve, Steele, and Harrison ; but I will do 
 nothing for Philips ; I find he is more a puppy than ever, so 
 don't solicit for him. Besides, I will not trouble Lord- 
 Treasurer, unless upon some very extraordinary occasion. 
 
 July I. Dilly lies conveniently for me when I come to 
 town from Chelsea of a Sunday, and go to the Secretary's ; 
 so I called at his lodgings this morning, and sent for my 
 gown, and dressed myself there. He had a letter from the 
 Bishop, with an account that you were set out for Wexford 
 the morning he writ, which was June 26, and he had the 
 letter the 30th ; that was very quick. The Bishop says, you 
 design to stay there two months or more. Diliy had also a 
 letter from Tom Ashe, full of Irish news : that your Lady 
 Linden is dead, and I know not what besides, of Dr Coghil ^ 
 losing his drab, &c. The Secretary is gone to Windsor, and 
 I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh. Lord-Treasurer is at Windsor 
 too : they will be going and coming all summer, while the 
 Queen is there, and the town is empty ; and I fear I shall 
 be sometimes forced to stoop beneath my dignity, and send 
 to the ale-house for a dinner. Well, sirrahs, had you a good 
 journey to Wexford ? Did you drink ale by the way ? were 
 you never overturned ? how many things did you forget ? do 
 you lie on straw in your new town where you are : Cudsho, 
 the next letter to Presto will be dated from Wexford. What 
 fine company have you there ? what new acquaintance have 
 you got ? you are to write constantly to Mrs Walls and Mrs 
 Stoyte : and the Dean said, shall we never hear from you ? 
 Yes, Mr. Dean, we'll make bold to trouble you with a letter. 
 Then at Wexford ; when you meet a lady ; Did your waters 
 pass well this morning, madam ? Will Dingley drink them 
 too ? Yes, I warrant, to get her a stomach. I suppose you 
 are all gamesters at Wexford. Don't lose your money, 
 sirrah, far from home. I believe I shall go to Windsor in a 
 few days; at least, the Secretary tells me so. He has a 
 
 ^ Dr. Marmaduke Coghill, judge of the Prerogative Court for Ireland. 
 He judicially decided that a husband might give to his wife *' moderate 
 chastisement," with such a switch as that he held in his hand. This 
 judgment from the bench brought about a rupture between the lady to 
 whom he was engaged to be married, whom Swift calls "his drali." 
 Scott adds : " Dr. Coghill, as may be guessed from his opinions, died 
 unmarried."
 
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 small house there, with just room enough for him and me ; 
 and I would be satisfied to pass a few days there some 
 times. Sirrahs, let me go to sleep, 'till past twelve in our 
 town. 
 
 2. Sterne came to me this morning, and tells me he has 
 yet some hopes of compassing his business : he was with 
 Tom Harley, the Secretary of the Treasury, and made him 
 doubt a little he was in the wrong ; the poor man tells me, 
 it will almost undo him if he fails. I called this morning to 
 see Will. Congreve, who lives much by himself, is forced to 
 read for amusement, and cannot do it without a magnifying 
 glass. I have set him very well with the ministry, and I 
 hope he is in no danger of losing his ^lace. I dined in the 
 city with Dr. Freind, not among my merchants, but with a 
 scrub instrument of mischief of mine, whom I never men- 
 tioned to you, nor am like to do. You are two little saucy 
 Wexfordians, you are now drinking waters. You drink 
 waters ! you go fiddlestick. Pray God send them to do you 
 good ; if not, faith next summer you shall come to the Bath. 
 
 3. Lord Peterborow desired to see me this morning at 
 nine. I had not seen him before since he came home. I 
 met Mrs. Manley there, who was soliciting him to get some 
 pension or reward for her service in the cause, by writing 
 her Atalantis, and prosecution, &c. upon it. I seconded her, 
 and hope they will do something for the poor woman. My 
 lord kept me two hours upon politics : he comes home very 
 sanguine ; he has certainly done great things at Savoy and 
 Vienna, by his negotiations : he is violent against a peace, 
 and finds true what I writ to him, that the ministry seems 
 for it. He reasons well ; yet I am for a peace. I took leave 
 of Lady Kerry, who goes to-morrow for Ireland ; she picks 
 up Lord Shelburne and Mrs Pratt at Lord Shelburne's 
 house. I was this evening with Lord-Treasurer. Tom 
 Harley was there ; and whispered me that he began to doubt 
 about Sterne's business. I told him he would find he was 
 in the wrong. I sat two or three hours at Lord-Treasurer's. 
 He rallied me sufficiently upon my refusing to take him into 
 our club ; told a judge who was with us, that my name was 
 Thomas Swift. I had a mind to prevent Sir H. Bellasis ' 
 
 ' Sir Henry Bellasis was sent as Commissioner to Spain to inquire into 
 the condition of the English forces there.
 
 204 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July 
 
 going to Spain, who is a most covetous cur ; and I fell a 
 railing against avarice, and turned it so, that he smoked me, 
 and named Bellasis. I went on, and said it was a shame to 
 send him ; to which he agreed, but desired I would name 
 some who understood business, and do not love money, for 
 he could not find them. I said, there was something in a 
 treasurer different from other men ; that we ought not to 
 make a man a bishop who does not love divinity, or a 
 general who does not love war; and I wondered why the 
 Queen would make a man Lord-Treasurer who does not love 
 money. He was mightily pleased with what I said. He 
 was talking of the First-Fruits of England ; and I took occa- 
 sion to tell him, that I would not for a thousand pounds any 
 body but he had got them for Ireland, who got them for 
 England too. He bid me consider what a thousand pounds 
 was. I said, I would have him to know I valued a thousand 
 pounds as little as he valued a million. — Is it not silly to 
 write all this ? But it gives you an idea what our conversa- 
 tion is with mixed company. I have taken a lodging in 
 Suffolk Street, and go to it on Thursday; and design to 
 walk the Park and the town, to supply my walking here : 
 yet I will walk here sometimes too, in a visit now and then 
 to the Dean.' When I was almost at home, Patrick told me 
 he had two letters for me, and gave them to me in the dark ; 
 yet I could see one of them was from saucy MD. I went 
 to visit the Dean for half an hour ; and then came home, and 
 first read the other letter, which was from the Bishop of 
 Clogher, who tells me the Archbishop of Dublin mentioned, 
 in a full assembly of the clergy, the Queen's granting the 
 First-Fruits ; said it was done by the Lord-Treasurer ; and 
 talked much of my merit in it : but reading yours, I find 
 nothing of that. Perhaps the Bishop lies, out of a desire to 
 please me. I dined with Mrs Vanhomrigh. Well, sirrahs, 
 you are gone to Wexford, but I'll follow you. 
 
 4. Sterne came to me again this morning, to advise about 
 reasons and memorials he is drawing up ; and we went to 
 town by water together ; and having nothing to do, I stole 
 into the city to an instrument of mine, and then went to see 
 poor Patty Rolt, who has been in town these two months 
 
 ^ Atterbury, Dean of Carlisle.
 
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 with a cousin of hers. Her life passes with boarding in some 
 country town as cheap as she can, and when she runs out, 
 shifting to some cheaper place, or coming to town for a 
 month. If I were rich I would ease her, which a little thing 
 would do. Some months ago I sent her a guinea, and it 
 patched up twenty circumstances. She is now going to 
 Berkhampstead, in Hertfordshire. It has rained and hailed 
 prodigiously to-day, with some thunder. This is the last 
 night I lie at Chelsea ; and I got home early, and sat two 
 hours with the Dean, and eat victuals, having had a very 
 scurvy dinner. I'll answer your letter when I come to live 
 im town. You shall have a fine London answer : but first 
 I'll go sleep, and dream of MD. 
 
 London, July 5. This day I left Chelsea for good, (that's 
 a genteel phrase,) and am got into Suffolk Street. I dined 
 to-day at our society, and we are adjourned for a month, 
 because most of us go into the country. We dined at Lord- 
 Keeper's with young Harcourt, and Lord-Keeper was forced 
 to sneak off, and dine with Lord-Treasurer, who had invited 
 the Secretary and me to dine with him ; but we scorned to 
 leave our company, as George Granville did, whom we have 
 threatened to expel. However, in the evening I went to 
 Lord-Treasurer, and, among other company, found a couple 
 of judges with him. One of them. Judge Powel, an old 
 fellow with grey hairs, was the merriest old gentleman I ever 
 saw, spoke pleasant things, and laughed and chuckled till he 
 cried again. I staid till eleven, because I was not now to 
 walk to Chelsea. 
 
 6. An ugly rainy day. I was to visit Mrs Barton, then 
 called at Mrs Vanhomrigh's, where Sir Andrew Fountaine 
 and the rain kept me to dinner ; and there did I loiter all 
 the afternoon, like a fool, out of perfect laziness, and the 
 weather not permitting me to walk. But I'll do so no more. 
 Are your waters at Wexford good in this rain ? I long to hear 
 how you are estabHshed there, how and whom you visit, what 
 is your lodging, what are your entertainments. You are got 
 far southwards ; but I think you must eat no fruit while you 
 drink the waters. I eat some Kentish cherries t'other day, 
 and I repent it already. I have felt my head a little disordered. 
 We had not a hot day all June, nor since, which I reckon a 
 mighty happiness. — Have you left a direction with [Mr]
 
 206 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July 
 
 . Reading for Wexford ? I will, as I said, direct this to Curry's, 
 and the next to Reading ; or suppose I send this at a venture 
 straight to Wexford ? It would vex me to have it miscarry. 
 I had a letter to-night from Parvisol, that White has paid me 
 most of my remaining money ; and another from Joe, that 
 they have had their election at Trim, but not a word of who 
 is chosen portreeve/ Poor Joe is full of complaints, says he 
 has enemies, and fears he will never get his two hundred 
 pounds ; and I fear so too, although I have done what I 
 could. I'll answer your letter when I think fit, when saucy 
 Presto thinks fit, sirrahs. I an't at leisure yet ; when I have 
 nothing to do, perhaps I may vouchsafe. O Lord, the two 
 Wexford ladies ; I'll go dream of you both. 
 
 7. It was the dismallest rainy day I ever saw. I went to 
 the Secretary in the morning, and he was gone to Windsor. 
 Then it began raining, and I struck in to Mrs Vanhomrigh's, 
 and dined, and staid till night very dull and insipid. I hate 
 this town in summer ; I'll leave it for a while, if I can have time. 
 
 8. I have a fellow of your town, one Tisdall,^ lodges in the 
 same house with me. Patrick told me squire Tisdall and 
 his lady lodged here. I pretended I never heard of him ; 
 but I knew his ugly face, and saw him at church in the next 
 pew to me ; and he often looked for a bow, but it would not 
 do. I think he lives in Capel Street, and has an ugly fine 
 wife in a fine coach. Dr Freind and I dined in the city by 
 invitation, and I drank punch, very good, but it makes me 
 hot. People here are troubled with agues, by this con- 
 tinuance of wet cold weather; but I am glad to find the 
 season so temperate. I was this evening to see Will. 
 Congreve, who is a very agreeable companion. 
 
 9. I was to-day in the city, and dined with Mr Stratford, 
 who tells me Sir Alexander Cairnes makes difficulties about 
 paying my bill, so that I cannot give order yet to Parvisol to 
 deliver up the bond to Dr Raymond. To-morrow I shall 
 have a positive answer : that Cairnes is a shuffling scoundrel ; 
 and several merchants have told me so. What can one 
 expect from a Scot, and a fanatic ? I was at Bateman's, the 
 bookseller's, to see a fine old library he has bought; and 
 
 ^ See June 7, 1711. 
 
 ^ A Dublin merchant ; not Stella's old suitor, the Rev. William 
 Tisdall.
 
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 my fingers itched, as yours would do at a china shop ; but I 
 resisted, and found everything too dear, and I have fooled 
 away too much money that way already. So go and drink 
 your waters, saucy rogue, and make yourself well ; and pray 
 walk while you are there. I have a notion there is never a 
 good walk in Ireland. Do you find all places without trees ? 
 Pray observe the inhabitants about Wexford ; they are old 
 English ; see what they have particular in their manners, 
 names, and language. Magpies have been always there, and 
 no where else in Ireland, till of late years. They say the 
 cocks and dogs go to sleep at noon, and so do the people. 
 Write your travels, and bring home good eyes, and health. 
 
 10. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer: we did not sit 
 down till four. I dispatched three businesses with him, and 
 forgot a fourth. I think I have got a friend an employment ; 
 and besides, I made him consent to let me bring Congreve 
 to dine with him. You must understand I have a mind to 
 do a small thing, only turn out all the Queen's physicians ; 
 for in my conscience they will soon kill her among them ; 
 and I must talk over that matter with some people. My 
 Lord-Treasurer told me, the Queen and he between them 
 have lost the paper about the First-Fruits ; but desires I will 
 let the bishops know it shall be done with the first oppor- 
 tunity. 
 
 11. I dined to-day with neighbour Van,^ and walked pretty 
 well in the Park this evening. — Stella, hussy, don't you 
 remember, sirrah, you used to reproach me about meddling 
 in other folks affairs. I have enough of it now : two people 
 came to me to-night in the Park, to engage me to speak to 
 Lord-Treasurer in their behalf; and I believe they make up 
 fifty who have asked me the same favour. I am hardened, 
 and resolved to trouble him, or any other minister, less than 
 ever. And I observe those who have ten times more credit 
 than I will not speak a word for any body. I met yesterday 
 the poor lad I told you of, who lived with Mr Tenison, who 
 has been ill of an ague ever since I saw him. He looked 
 wretchedly, and was exceeding thankful for half-a-crown I 
 gave him. He had a crown from me before. 
 
 12. I dined to-day with young Manley in the city, who is 
 
 ' Mrs. Vanhomrigh.
 
 208 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jul 
 
 to get me out a box of books, and a hamper of wine fro^^ 
 Hamburgh. I inquired of Mr Stratford, who tells rrj- 
 that Cairnes has not yet paid my two hundred pounds, bi: ^ 
 shams and delays from day to day. Young Manley's wife i .^ 
 a very indifferent person of a young woman, goggle-eyed, am •! 
 looks like a fool : yet he is a handsome fellow, and marriec 1 
 her for love, after long courtship, and she refused him until 
 he got his last employment. I believe I shall not be so 
 good a boy for writing as I was during your stay at Wexford, 
 unless I may send my letters every second time to Curry's ; 
 pray let me know. This, I think, shall go there, or why not 
 to Wexford itself? that's right, and so it shall this next 
 Tuesday, although it costs you tenpence. What care I ? 
 
 13. This toad of a Secretary is come from Windsor, and I 
 can't find him ; and he goes back on Sunday, and I can't 
 see him to-morrow. I dined scurvily to-day with Mr Lewis 
 and a parson ; and then went to see Lord-Treasurer, and met 
 him coming from his house in his coach : he smiled, and I 
 shrugged, and we smoked each other ; and so my visit is 
 paid. I now confine myself to see him only twice a-week. 
 He has invited me to Windsor, and between two stools, &c. 
 I'll go and live at Windsor, if possible, that's pozzz. I have 
 always the luck to pass my summer in London. I called 
 this evening to see poor Sir Matthew Dudley, a Com- 
 missioner of the Customs ; I know he is to be out for 
 certain : he is in hopes of continuing. I would not tell him 
 bad news, but advised him to prepare for the worst. Dilly 
 was with me this morning, to invite me to dine at Kensington 
 on Sunday, with Lord Mountjoy, who goes soon for Ireland. 
 Your late Chief Justice Broderick is here, and they say violent 
 as a tiger. How is party among you at Wexford? Are 
 the majority of ladies for the late or present ministry ? Write 
 me Wexford news, and love Presto, because he's a good 
 boy. 
 
 14. Although it was shaving-day, I walked to Chelsea, and 
 was there by nine this morning ; and the Dean of Carlisle ' 
 and I crossed the water to Battersea, and went in his chariot 
 to Greenwich, where we dined at Dr. Gastrel's, and passed 
 the afternoon at Lewisham, at the Dean of Canterbury's;* 
 
 * Dr. Atterbury. 
 
 ' Dr. Stanhope, who was also Vicar of Lewisham.
 
 Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 209 
 
 d there I saw Moll Stanhope, who is grown monstrously 
 
 1, but not so handsome as formerly. It is the first little 
 
 mbling journey I have had this summer about London, 
 
 id they are the agreeablest pastimes one can have, in a 
 
 iend's coach, and to good company. Bank stock is fallen 
 
 iree or four per cent., by the whispers about the town of 
 
 he Queen's being ill, who is however very well. 
 
 15. How many books have you carried with you to Wex- 
 ford ? what, not one single book ? oh, but your time will be 
 so taken up ; and you can borrow of the parson. I dined 
 to-day with Sir Andrew Fountaine and Dilly, at Kensington, 
 with Lord Mountjoy ; and in the afternoon Stratford came 
 there, and told me my two hundred pounds was paid at last ; 
 so that business is over, and I am at ease about it : and I 
 wish all your money was in the bank too. I'll have my 
 t'other hundred pounds there, that is in Hawkshaw's hands. 
 Have you had the interest of it paid yet ? I ordered Parvisol 
 to do it. What makes Presto write so crooked ? I'll answer 
 your letter to-morrow, and send it on Tuesday. Here's hot 
 weather come again, yesterday and to-day ; fine drinking 
 waters now. We had a sad pert dull parson at Kensington 
 to-day. I almost repent my coming to town : I want the 
 walks I had. 
 
 16. I dined in the city to-day with a hedge acquaintance, 
 and the day passed without any consequence. I'll answer 
 letter to-morrow. 
 
 17. Morning. I have put your letter before me, and am 
 going to answer it. Hold your tongue : stand by. Your 
 weather and ours were not alike ; we had not a bit of hot 
 weather in June, yet you complain of it on the igth day. 
 What, you used to love hot weather then ? I could never 
 endure it : I detest and abominate it. I would not live in 
 a hot country to be king of it. What a splutter you keep 
 about my bonds with Raymond, and all to affront Presto ; 
 Presto will be suspicious of every thing but MD, in spite of 
 your little nose. Soft and fair, Madam Stella, how you gallop 
 away in your spleen and your rage about repenting my 
 journey, and preferment here, and sixpence a dozen, and 
 nasty England, and Laracor all my life. Hey dazy, will you 
 never have done? I had no offers of any living. Lord- 
 Keeper told me some months ago, he would give me one 
 
 II. p
 
 210 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 when I pleased ; but I told him, I would not take any from 
 him : and the Secretary told me t'other day, he had refused 
 a very good one for me ; but it was in a place he did not like ; 
 and I know nothing of getting any thing here, and, if they 
 would give me leave, I would come over just now. Addison, 
 I hear, has changed his mind about going over ; but I have 
 not seen him these four months. — O ay, that's true, Dingley ; 
 that's like herself : millions of businesses to do before she 
 goes. Yes, my head has been pretty well, but threatening 
 within these two or three days, which I impute to some fruit 
 I ate ; but I will eat no more : not a bit of any sort. I sup- 
 pose you had a journey without dust, and that was happy. 
 I long for a Wexford letter ; but must not think of it yet : 
 your last was finished but three weeks ago. It is d — d news 
 
 you tell me of Mrs F ; it makes me love England less a 
 
 great deal. I know nothing of the trunk being left or taken ; 
 so 'tis odd enough, if the things in it were mine ; and I think 
 I was told that there were some things for me, that my 
 
 mother left particularly to me. I am really sorry for ; 
 
 that scoundrel will have his estate after his mother's 
 
 death. Let me know if Mrs Walls has got her tea : I hope 
 Richardson staid in Dublin till it came. Mrs Walls needed 
 not have that blemish in her eye ; for I am not in love with 
 her at all. — No, I don't like any thing in the Examiner after 
 the 45th, except the first part of the 46th ; all the rest is 
 trash ; and if you Hke them, especially the 47th, your judg- 
 ment is spoiled by ill company and want of reading ; which 
 I am more sorry for than you think : and I have spent four- 
 teen years in improving you, to little purpose. (Mr Tooke 
 has come here, and I must stop.) — At night. I dined with 
 Lord-Treasurer to-day, and he kept me till nine ; so I cannot 
 send this to-night, as I intended, nor write some other letters. 
 Green, his surgeon was there, and dressed his breast ; that is, 
 put on a plaster, which is still requisite ; and I took an oppor- 
 tunity to speak to him of the Queen ; but he cut me short 
 with this saying, Laissez faire a don Antoine ; which is a 
 French proverb, expressing. Leave that to me. I find he is 
 against her taking much physic; and I doubt he cannot 
 persuade her to take Dr Radcliffe. However, she is very 
 well now, and all the story of her illness, except the first day 
 or two, was a lie. We had some business, that company
 
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 hindered us from doing, though he is earnest for it, yet would 
 not appoint me a certain day, but bids me come at al) times 
 till we can have leisure. This takes up a great deal of my 
 time, and I can do nothing I would do for them. I was 
 with the Secretary this morning, and we both think to go 
 next week to ^\'indsor for some days, to dispatch an affair, if 
 we can have leisure. Sterne met me just now in the street 
 by his lodgings, and I went in for an hour to Jemmy Leigh, 
 who loves London dearly : he asked after you with great 
 respect and friendship. To return to your letter. Your 
 Bishop Mills ^ hates me mortally : I wonder he should speak 
 well of me, having abused me in all places where he went. 
 So you pay your way. Cudsho : you had a fine supper, I 
 warrant ; two pullets, and a bottle of wine, and some currants. 
 It is just three weeks to-day since you set out to Wexford ; 
 you were three days going, and I don't expect a letter these 
 ten days yet, or rather this fortnight. I got a grant of the 
 Gazette for Ben Tooke^ this morning, from Mr. Secretary: it 
 will be worth to him a hundred pounds a-year. 
 
 1 8. To-day I took leave of Mrs Barton, who is going into 
 the country; and I dined with Sir John Stanley, where I 
 have not been this great while. — There dined with us Lord 
 Rochester, and his fine daughter. Lady Jane,^ just growing 
 a top toast. I have been endeavouring to save Sir Matthew 
 Dudley, but fear I cannot. I walked the Mall six times 
 to-night for exercise, and would have done more; but as 
 empty as the town is, a fool got hold of me, and so I came 
 home, to tell you this shall go to-morrow, without fail, and 
 follow you to Wexford like a dog. 
 
 19. Dean Atterbury sent to me to dine with him at 
 Chelsea; I refused his coach, and walked, and am come 
 back by seven, because I would finish this letter, and some 
 others I am writing. Patrick tells me, ,the maid says one 
 Mr. Walls, a clergyman, a tall man, was here to visit me. Is 
 it your Irish archdeacon ? I shall be sorry for it ; but I shall 
 make a shift to see him seldom enough, as I do Dilly. — What 
 can he do here ? or is it somebody else ? The Duke of New- 
 
 * Bishop of Waterford. 
 
 ' Swift means that he got him the post of printer of the official 
 "London Gazette." 
 
 " Lady Jane Hyde, afterwards the Countess of Essex.
 
 212 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July 
 
 castle ^ is dead by the fall he had from his horse. God send 
 poor Stella her health, and keep MD happy. Farewell, and 
 love Presto, who loves MD above all things ten millions of 
 times. God bless the dear Wexford girls. Farewell again, 
 &c., &c. 
 
 LETTER XXVII. 
 
 London, July 19, 1711. 
 I have just sent my 26th, and have nothing to say, because 
 I have other letters to write ; (pshaw, I began too high ;) but 
 I must lay the beginning like a nest-egg ; to-morrow I'll say 
 more, and fetch up this line to be straight. This is enough 
 at present for two dear saucy naughty girls. 
 
 20. Have I told you that Walls has been with me, and 
 leaves the town in three days? He has brought no gown 
 with him. Dilly carried him to a play. He has come upon 
 a foolish errand, and goes back as he comes. I was this day 
 with Lord Peterborow, who is going another ramble : I be- 
 lieve I told you so. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, but can- 
 not get him to do his own business with me ; he has put me 
 off till to-morrow. 
 
 21, 22. I dined yesterday with Lord-Treasurer, who would 
 needs take me along with him to Windsor, although I refused 
 him several times, having no linen, &c. I had just time to 
 desire Lord Forbes to call at my lodging, and order my 
 man to send my things to-day to Windsor, by his servant. 
 I lay last night at the Secretary's lodgings at Windsor, and 
 borrowed one of his shirts to go to court in. The Queen is 
 very well. I dined with Mr Masham ; and not hearing any 
 thing of my things, I got Lord Winchelsea to bring me to 
 town. Here I found that Patrick had broke open the closet 
 to get my linen and night-gown, and sent them to Windsor, 
 and there they are ; and he not thinking I would return so 
 soon, is gone upon his rambles : so here I am left destitute, 
 and forced to borrow a night-gown of my landlady, and have 
 not a rag to put on to-morrow : faith it gives me the spleen. 
 
 23. Morning. It is a terrible rainy day, and rained pro- 
 digiously on Saturday night. Patrick lay out last night, and 
 
 * John Holies, Duke of Newcastle, Lord Privy Seal since 1705.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 213 
 
 is not yet returned ; faith, poor Presto is a desolate creature ; 
 neither servant nor Unen, nor any thing. — Night. Lord 
 Forbes' man has brought back my portmantua, and Patrick 
 is come ; so I am in Christian circumstances : I shall hardly 
 commit such a frolic again. I just crept out to Mrs Van's, 
 and dined, and staid there the afternoon : it has rained all 
 this day. Windsor is a delicious place : I never saw it before 
 except for an hour about seventeen years ago. Walls has 
 been here in my absence, I suppose to take his leave ; for 
 he designed not to stay above five days in London. He 
 says, he and his wife will come here for some months next 
 year ; and, in short, he dares not stay now for fear of her. 
 
 24. I dined to-day with a hedge friend in the city ; and 
 Walls overtook me in the street, and told me he was just 
 getting on horseback for Chester. He has as much curiosity 
 as a cow : he lodged with his horse in Aldersgate Street : he 
 has bought his wife a silk gown, and himself a hat. And 
 what are you doing ? what is poor MD doing now ? how do 
 you pass your time at Wexford? how do the waters agree 
 with you ? let Presto know soon ; for Presto longs to know, 
 and must know. Is not Madam Proby curious company ? 
 I am afraid this rainy weather will spoil your waters. We 
 have had a great deal of wet these three days. Tell me all 
 the particulars of Wexford ; the place the company, the 
 diversions, the victuals, the wants, the vexations. Poor 
 Dingley never saw such a place in her life ; sent all over the 
 town for a little parsley to a boiled chicken, and it was not 
 to be had : the butter is stark naught, except an old English 
 woman's ; and it is such a favour to get a pound from her 
 now and then. I am glad you carried down your sheets with 
 you, else you must have lain in sackcloth. O Lord ! 
 
 25. I was this afternoon with Mr Secretary at his office, 
 and helped to hinder a man of his pardon, who is condemned 
 for a rape. The Under Secretary was willing to save him, 
 upon an old notion that a woman cannot be ravished : but I 
 told the Secretary he could not pardon him without a favour- 
 able report from the judge ; besides he was a fiddler, and 
 consequently a rogue, and deserved hanging for something 
 else ; and so he shall swing. What : I must stand up for the 
 honour of the fair sex ? 'Tis true, the fellow had lain with her 
 a hundred times before ; but what care I for that ? what !
 
 214 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July- 
 
 must a woman be ravished because she is a whore ? — The 
 Secretary and I go on Saturday to Windsor for a week. I 
 dined with Lord-Treasurer, and staid with him till past ten. 
 I was to-day at his levee, where I went against my custom, 
 because I had a mind to do a good office for a gentleman : 
 so I talked with him before my lord, that he might see me, 
 and then found occasion to recommend him this afternoon. 
 I was forced to excuse my coming to the levee, that I did it 
 to see the sight ; for he was going to chide me away : I had 
 never been there before but once, and that was long before 
 he was treasurer. The rooms were all full, and as many 
 Whigs as Tories. He whispered me a jest or two, and bid 
 me come to dinner. I left him just now, and 'tis late. 
 
 26. Mr Addison and I have at last met again. I dined 
 with him and Steele to-day at young Jacob Tonson's. The 
 two Jacobs think it I who have made the Secretary take from 
 them the printing of the Gazette, which they are going to 
 lose, and Ben Tooke and another are to have it. Jacob came 
 to me t'other day, to make his court ; but I told him, it was 
 too late, and that it was not my doing. I reckon they will 
 lose it in a week or two. Mr Addison and I talked as usual, 
 and as if we had seen one another yesterday ; and Steele and 
 I were very easy, though I writ him lately a biting letter, in 
 answer to one of his, where he desired me to recommend a 
 friend of his to Lord-Treasurer. Go, get you gone to your 
 waters, sirrah. Do they give you a stomach ? Do you eat 
 heartily ? — We have had much rain to-day and yesterday. 
 
 27. I dined to-day in the city, and saw poor Patty Rolt, 
 and gave her a pistole to help her a little forward against she 
 goes to board in the country. She has but eighteen pounds 
 a-year to live on, and is forced to seek out for cheap places. 
 Sometimes they raise their price, and sometimes they starve 
 her, and then she is forced to shift. Patrick, the puppy, put 
 too much ink in my standish, and carrying too many things 
 together, I spilled it on my paper and floor. The town is 
 dull, and wet, and empty : Wexford is worth two of it ; I hope 
 so at least, and that poor little MD finds it so. I reckon 
 upon going to Windsor to-morrow with Mr Secretary, unless 
 he changes his mind, or some other business prevents him. 
 I shall stay there a week I hope. 
 
 28. Morning. Mr Secretary sent me word he will call at
 
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 my lodgings by two this afternoon, to take me to Windsor, 
 so I must dine no where ; and I promised Lord-Treasurer to 
 dine with him to-day ; but I suppose we shall dine at Windsor 
 at five, for we make but three hours there. I am going 
 abroad, but have left Patrick to put up my things, and to be 
 
 sure to be at home half an hour before two. 
 
 Windsor, at night. We did not leave London till three, 
 and dined here between six and seven ; at nine I left the 
 company, and went to see Lord-Treasurer, who is just come. 
 I chid him for coming so late ; he chid me for not dining 
 with him ; said, he staid an hour for me. Then I went and 
 sat an hour with Mr Lewis till just now, and 'tis past eleven. 
 I lie in the same house with the Secretary, one of the preben- 
 dary's houses. The Secretary is not come from his apart- 
 ment in the castle. Do you think that abominable dog 
 Patrick was out after two to-day, and I in a fright every 
 moment for fear the chariot should come ; and when he came 
 in he had not put up one rag of my things : I never was in 
 a greater passion, and would certainly have cropt one of his 
 ears, if I had not looked every moment for the Secretary, who 
 sent his equipage to my lodging before, and came in a chair 
 from Whitehall to me, and happened to stay half an hour later 
 than he intended. One of Lord-Treasurer's servants gave me a 
 letter to-night ; I found it was from *****, with an offer of fifty 
 pounds to be paid me in what manner I pleased ; because, he 
 said, he desired to be well with me. I was in a rage : but my 
 friend Lewis cooled me, and said, it is what the best men some- 
 times meet with ; and I have been not seldom served in the 
 like manner, although not so grossly. In these cases I never 
 demur a moment; nor ever found the least inclination to 
 take any thing. Well, I'll go try to sleep in my new bed, 
 and to dream of poor Wexford MD, and Stella that drinks 
 water, and Dingley that drinks ale. 
 
 29. I was at court and church to-day, as I was this day 
 se'ennight; I generally am acquainted with about thirty in 
 the drawing-room, and am so proud I make all the lords 
 come up to me ; one passes half an hour pleasant enough. 
 We had a dunce to preach before the Queen to-day, which 
 often happens. Windsor is a delicious situation, but the 
 town is scoundrel. I have this morning got the Gazette for 
 Ben Tooke and one Barber a printer ; it will be about three
 
 2l6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July 
 
 hundred pounds a-year between them. T'other fellow was 
 printer of the Examiner, which is now laid down. I dined 
 with the Secretary, we were a dozen in all, three Scotch 
 lords, and Lord Peterborow. The Duke of Hamilton ^ would 
 needs be witty, and hold up my train as I walked up stairs. 
 It is an ill circumstance, that on Sundays much company 
 meet always at the great tables. Lord-Treasurer told at 
 court, what I said to Mr Secretary on this occasion. The 
 Secretary showed me his bill of fare, to encourage me to 
 dine with him. Poh, said I, show me a bill of company, 
 for I value not your dinner. See how this is all blotted, 
 I can write no more here, but to tell you I love MD dearly, 
 and God bless them. 
 
 30. In my conscience I fear I shall have the gout. I 
 sometimes feel pains about my feet and toes ; I never drank 
 till within these two years, and I did it to cure my head. I 
 often sit evenings with some of these people, and drink in 
 my turn; but I am now resolved to drink ten times less 
 than before ; but they advise me to let what I drink be all 
 wine, and not to put water to it. Tooke and the printer 
 staid to-day to finish their affair, and treated me and two of 
 the Under-Secretaries, upon their getting the Gazette. Then 
 I went to see Lord-Treasurer, and chid him for not taking 
 notice of me at Windsor : he said, he kept a place for me 
 yesterday at dinner, and expected me there ; but I was glad 
 I did not come, because the Duke of Buckingham was 
 there, and that would have made us acquainted ; which I 
 have no mind to. However, we appointed to sup at Mr 
 Masham's, and there staid till past one o'clock; and that 
 is late, sirrahs : and I have much business. 
 
 31. I have sent a noble haunch of venison this afternoon 
 to Mrs Vanhomrigh : I wish you had it, sirrahs : I dined 
 gravely with my landlord the Secretary. The Queen was 
 abroad to-day in order to hunt, but finding it disposed to 
 rain she kept in her coach : she hunts in a chaise with one 
 horse, which she drives herself, and drives furiously, like 
 
 ^ Other editions print "Duke Hamilton," a ridiculous form. It is 
 true that Swift always writes "Duke Hamilton" or " D. Hamilton;" 
 but then he always omits the of in all other titles (e.g. " D. Ormond," 
 " Bp. Clogher"), and there is no reason why we should retain the 
 abbreviation in the case of this one nobleman.
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 217 
 
 Jehu, and is a mighty hunter, like Nimrod. Dingley has 
 heard of Nimrod, but not Stella, for it is in the Bible. I 
 was to-day at Eton, which is but just cross the bridge, to 
 see my Lord Kerry's son, who is at school there. Mr 
 Secretary has given me a warrant for a buck ; I can't send 
 it to MD. It is a sad thing faith, considering how Presto 
 loves MD, and how MD would love Presto's venison for 
 Presto's sake. God bless the two dear Wexford girls. 
 
 Aug. I. We had for dinner the fellow of that haunch of 
 venison I sent to London ; 'twas mighty fat and good, and 
 eight people at dinner; that was bad. The Queen and I 
 were going to take the air this afternoon, but not together ; 
 and were both hindered by a sudden rain. Her coaches 
 and chaises all went back, and the guards too : and I scoured 
 into the market-place for shelter. I intended to have walked 
 up the finest avenue I ever saw, two miles long, with two 
 rows of elms on each side. I walked in the evening a little 
 upon the terrace, and came home at eight : Mr Secretary 
 came soon after, and we were engaging in deep discourse, 
 and I was endeavouring to settle some points of the greatest 
 consequence ; and had wormed myself pretty well into him, 
 when his Under-Secretary came in (who lodges in the same 
 house with us) and interrupted all my scheme. I have just 
 left him ; 'tis late, &c. 
 
 2. I have been now five days at Windsor, and Patrick has 
 been drunk three times that I have seen, and oftener I 
 believe. He has lately had clothes that have cost me five 
 pounds, and the dog thinks he has the whip hand of me ; 
 he begins to master me ; so now I am resolved to part with 
 him, and will use him without the least pity. The Secretary 
 and I have been walking three or four hours to-day. The 
 Duchess of Shrewsbury asked him, was not that Dr — Dr — , 
 and she could not say my name in English, but said Dr Presto, 
 which is Italian for swift. Whimsical enough, as Billy Swift 
 says. I go to-morrow with the Secretary to his house at 
 Buckleberry,^ twenty-five miles from hence, and return early 
 
 ^ Bucklebury, seven miles from Newbury, an estate which belonged 
 to St. John through his wife Frances Winchcombe. She was descended 
 from John Winchescombe or Winchcombe, a famous weaver of the 
 town of Newbury, who marched with a hundred of his workmen at his 
 own expense to fight against the Scots in 1513. The ballad of "Jack
 
 2l8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 on Sunday morning. I will leave this letter behind me 
 locked up, and give you an account of my journey when I 
 return. I had a letter yesterday from the Bishop of Clogher, 
 who is coming up to Dublin to his Parliament. Have you 
 any correspondence with him at Wexford ? Methinks I now 
 long for a letter from you, dated Wexford, July 24, &c. O 
 Lord, that would be so pretending; and then says you, 
 Stella can't write much, because it is bad to write when one 
 drinks the waters ; and I think, says you, I find myself 
 better already, but I cannot tell yet, whether it be the 
 journey or the waters. Presto is so silly to-night ; yes he 
 be ; but Presto loves MD dearly, as hope saved. 
 
 3. Morning. I am to go this day at noon, as I told you, 
 to Buckleberry ; we dine at twelve, and expect to be there 
 in four hours ; I cannot bid you good night now, because I 
 shall be twenty-five miles from this paper to-night, and so 
 my journal must have a break ; so good morrow, &c. 
 
 4, 5. I dined yesterday at Buckleberry, where we lay two 
 nights, and set out this morning at eight, and were here at 
 twelve ; in four hours we went twenty-six miles. Mr Secre- 
 tary was a perfect country gentleman at Buckleberry ; he 
 smoked tobacco with one or two neighbours ; he inquired 
 after the wheat in such a field ; he went to visit his hounds, 
 and knew all their names ; he and his lady saw me to my 
 chamber just in the country fashion. His house is in the 
 midst of near three thousand pounds a year he had by his 
 lady, who is descended from Jack Newbury, of whom books 
 and ballads are written ; and there is an old picture of him 
 in the house. She is a great favourite of mine. I lost 
 church to-day ; but I dressed, and shaved, and went to 
 court, and would not dine with the secretary, but engaged 
 myself to a private dinner with Mr Lewis, and one friend 
 more. We go to London to-morrow ; for Lord Dartmouth, 
 the other Secretary, is come, and they are here their weeks 
 by turns. 
 
 6. Lord-Treasurer comes every Saturday to Windsor, and 
 goes away on Monday or Tuesday. I was with him this 
 morning at his levee, for one cannot see him otherwise here, 
 he is so hurried : we had some talk, and I told him I would 
 
 of Newbury " was written liy Thomas Deloney, a writer of ballads and 
 story books, who lived in the first half of the seventeenth century.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 219 
 
 stay this week at Windsor by myself, where I can have more 
 leisure to do some business that concerns them. Lord- 
 Treasurer and the Secretary thought to mortify me; for 
 they told me, they had been talking a great deal of me to- 
 day to the Queen, and she said, she had never heard of me ; 
 I told them, that was their fault, and not hers, &c. and so 
 we laughed. I dined with the Secretary, and let him go to 
 London at five without me ; and here am I all alone in the 
 prebendary's house, which Mr Secretary has taken ; only 
 Mr Lewis is in my neighbourhood, and we shall be good 
 company. The Vice-Chamberlain,^ and Mr Masham, and 
 the Green Cloth,' have promised me dinners. I shall want 
 but four till Mr Secretary returns. We have a music meeting 
 in our town to-night. I went to the rehearsal of it, and 
 there was Margarita and her sister, and another drab, and a 
 parcel of fiddlers; I was weary, and would not go to the 
 meeting, which I am sorry for, because I heard it was a 
 great assembly. Mr Lewis came from it, and sat with me 
 till just now : and 'tis late. 
 
 7. I can do no business, I fear, because Mr Lewis, who 
 has nothing or little to do here, sticks close to me. I dined 
 to-day with the gentlemen ushers, among scurvy company ; 
 but the Queen was hunting the stag till four this afternoon, 
 and she drove in her chaise above forty miles, and it was 
 five before we went to dinner. Here are fine walks about 
 this town. I sometimes walk up the avenue. 
 
 8. There was a drawing-room to-day at court : but so few 
 company, that the Queen sent for us into her bed-chamber, 
 where we made our bows, and stood about twenty of us 
 round the room, while she looked at us round with her fan 
 in her mouth, and once a minute said about three words to 
 some that were nearest her, and then she was told dinner 
 was ready, and went out. I dined at the Green Cloth, by 
 Mr Scarborow's invitation, who is in waiting. It is much 
 the best table in England, and costs the Queen a thousand 
 pounds a month while she is at Windsor or Hampton Court ; 
 and is the only mark of magnificence or hospitality I can 
 see in the Queen's family : it is designed to entertain foreign 
 
 ^ Thomas Coke. 
 
 ^ Committee of management of the royal household presided over by 
 the Lord Steward.
 
 220 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 ministers, and people of quality, who come to see the Queen, 
 and have no place to dine at. 
 
 9. Mr Coke, the Vice-Chamberlain, made me a long visit 
 this morning, and invited me to dinner, but the toast, his 
 lady, was unfortunately engaged to Lady Sunderland. Lord- 
 Treasurer stole here last night, but did not lie in his lodgings 
 in the castle ; and after seeing the Queen, went back again. 
 I just drank a dish of chocolate with him. I fancy I shall 
 have reason to be angry with him very soon : but what care 
 I ? I believe I shall die with ministries in my debt. This 
 night I received a certain letter from a place called Wexford 
 from two dear naughty girls of my acquaintance ; but faith 
 I won't answer it here, no in troth. I will send this to 
 Mr Reading, supposing it will find you returned; and I 
 hope better for the waters. 
 
 10. Mr Vice-Chamberlain lent me his horses to ride about 
 and see the country this morning. Dr Arbuthnot, the 
 Queen's physician and favourite, went out with me to show 
 me the places : we went a little after the Queen, and over- 
 took Miss Forester,' a maid of honour, on her palfrey, taking 
 the air : we made her go along with us. We saw a place 
 they have made for a famous horse-race to-morrow, where 
 the Queen will come. We met the Queen coming back, and 
 Miss Forester stood, like us, with her hat off while the 
 Queen went by. The doctor and I left the lady where we 
 found her, but under other conductors, and we dined at a 
 little place he has taken, about a mile off. — When I came 
 back, I found Mr Scarborow had sent all about to invite me 
 to the Green Cloth, and lessened his company on purpose 
 to make me easy. It is very obliging, and will cost me 
 thanks. Much company is come to town this evening, to 
 see to-morrow's race. . I was tired with riding a trotting 
 mettlesome horse a dozen miles, having not been on horse- 
 back this twelvemonth. And Miss Forester did not make 
 it easier ; she is a silly true maid of honour, and I did not 
 like her, although she be a toast, and was dressed like a 
 man. 
 
 11. I will send this letter to-day. I expect the Secretary 
 by noon. I will not go to the race, unless I can get room 
 
 ^ Apparently already married to Sir John Downing.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 221 
 
 in some coach. It is now morning. I must rise, and 
 fold up, and seal my letter. Farewell, and God preserve 
 dearest MD. 
 
 I believe I shall leave this town on Monday. 
 
 LETTER XXVIII. 
 
 Windsor, Aug. ii, 171 1. 
 
 I sent away my twenty-seventh this morning in an express 
 to London, and directed to Mr Reading : this shall go to 
 your lodgings, where I reckon you will be returned before it 
 reaches you. I intended to go to the race to-day, but was 
 hindered by a visit, I believe I told you so in my last. I 
 dined to-day at the Green Cloth, where every body had been 
 at the race but myself, and we were twenty in all ; and very 
 noisy company : but I made the Vice-Chamberlain and two 
 friends more sit at a side-table to be a little quiet. At six I 
 went to see the Secretary, who is returned ; but Lord-Keeper 
 sent to desire I would sup with him, where I staid till just 
 now ; Lord-Treasurer and Secretary were to come to us, but 
 both failed. 'Tis late, &c. 
 
 12. I was this morning to visit Lord-Keeper, who made 
 me reproaches that I had never visited him at Windsor. 
 He had a present sent him of delicious peaches, and he 
 was champing and champing, but I durst not eat one ; I 
 wished Dingley had some of them, for poor Stella can no 
 more eat fruit than Presto. Dilly Ashe is come to Windsor ; 
 and after church I carried him up to the drawing-room, and 
 talked to the Keeper and Treasurer, on purpose to show 
 them to him, and he saw the Queen and several great 
 lords, and the Duchess of Montague ; he was mighty happy, 
 and resolves to fill a letter to the Bishop.^ My friend 
 Lewis and I dined soberly with Dr Adams, the only neigh- 
 bour prebendary. One of the prebendaries here is lately a 
 peer, by the death of his father. He is now Lord Willoughby 
 of Brook, and will sit in the House of Lords with his gown. 
 I supped to-night at Masham's with Lord-Treasurer, Mr 
 Secretary, and Prior. The Treasurer made us stay till 
 
 ^ OfClogher.
 
 222 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 twelve before he came from the Queen, and 'tis now past 
 two. 
 
 1 3. I reckoned upon going to London to-day ; but by an 
 accident the Cabinet Council did not sit last night, and sat 
 to-day, so we go to-morrow at six in the morning. I missed 
 the race to-day by coming too late, when every body's coach 
 was gone, and ride I would not ; I felt my last riding three 
 days after. We had a dinner to-day at the Secretary's 
 lodgings without him : Mr Hare, his Under Secretary, Mr 
 Lewis, Brigadier Sutton, and I, dined together, and I made 
 the Vice-Chamberlain take a snap with us, rather than stay 
 till five for his lady, who was gone to the race. The reason 
 why the Cabinet Council was not held last night was, because 
 Mr Secretary St John would not sit with your Duke of 
 Somerset. So to-day the Duke was forced to go to the race 
 while the Cabinet was held. We have music meetings in 
 our town, and I was at the rehearsal t'other day, but I did 
 not value it, nor would go to the meeting. Did I tell you 
 this before ? 
 
 London, 14. We came to town this day in two hours 
 and forty minutes : twenty miles are nothing here. I found 
 a letter from the Archbishop of Dublin, sent me the Lord 
 knows how. He says some of the Bishops will hardly 
 believe that Lord-Treasurer got the Queen to remit the 
 First- Fruits before the Duke of Ormond was declared Lord- 
 Lieutenant ; and that the Bishops have written a letter to 
 Lord-Treasurer to thank him. He has sent me the address 
 of the Convocation, ascribing, in good part, that affair to the 
 Duke, who had less share in it than MD ; for if it had not 
 been for MD, I should not have been so good a solicitor. 
 I dined to-day in the city, about a little bit of mischief with 
 a printer. — I found Mrs Vanhomrigh all in combustion, 
 squabbling with her rogue of a landlord ; she has left her 
 house, and gone out of her neighbourhood a good way. 
 Her eldest daughter is come of age, and going to Ireland to 
 look after her fortune, and get it in her own hands. 
 
 15. I dined to-day with Mrs Van, who goes to-night 
 to her new lodgings. I went at six to see Lord-Treasurer, but 
 his company was gone, contrary to custom, and he was busy, 
 and I was forced to stay some time before I could see him. 
 We were together hardly an hour, and he went away, being
 
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 in haste. He desired me to dine with him on Friday, 
 because there would be a friend of his that I must see : my 
 Lord Harley told me, when he was gone, that it was Mrs 
 Masham ^ his father meant, who is come to town to lie in, 
 and whom I never saw, though her husband is one of our 
 society. God send her a good time ; her death would be a 
 terrible thing. — Do you know, that I have ventured all my 
 credit with these great ministers, to clear some understand- 
 ings between them ; and, if there be no breach, I ought to 
 have the merit of it ? 'Tis a plaguy ticklish piece of work, 
 and a man hazards losing both sides. 'Tis a pity the world 
 does not know my virtue. — I thought the clergy in convoca- 
 tion in Ireland would have given me thanks for being their 
 solicitor, but I hear of no such thing. Pray talk occasionally 
 on that subject, and let me know what you hear. Do you 
 know the greatness of my spirit, that I value their thanks 
 not a rush ? but at my return shall freely let all people know, 
 that it was my Lord-Treasurer's action, wherein the Duke 
 of Ormond had no more share than a cat. And so they may 
 go whistle, and I'll go sleep. 
 
 16. I was this day in the city, and dined at Pontack's^ 
 with Stratford and two other merchants. — Pontack told us, 
 although his wine was so good, he sold it cheaper than 
 others, he took but seven shillings a fiask. Are not these 
 pretty rates ? The books he sent for from Hamburg are 
 come, but not yet got out of the Custom-house. My library 
 will be at least double when I come back. I shall go to 
 Windsor again on Saturday, to meet our society, who are to 
 sup at Mr Secretary's ; but I believe I shall return on Mon- 
 day, and then I will answer your letter, that lies safe here 
 underneath : — I see it ; lie still ; I'll answer you, when the 
 ducks have eaten up the dirt. 
 
 17. I dined to-day at Lord-Treasurer's with Mrs Masham, 
 and she is extremely like one Mrs MaloUy, that was once my 
 
 * Abigail Hill, bedchamber woman to the Queen, married to Mr. 
 Masham, Groom of the Chamber to Prince George. She was a relative 
 of the Duchess of Marlborough, who obtained her post at court for her, 
 but she became the principal means of undermining the influence of the 
 latter with the Queen, and of bringing in Harley, who was her cousin, 
 md the Tories, 
 
 ^ Regarded as the best tavern and ordinary of the time. It was 
 iituated in Abchurch Lane in the City.
 
 224 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug, 
 
 landlady in Trim. She was used with mighty kindness and 
 respect, like a favourite. It signifies nothing going to this 
 Lord-Treasurer about business, although it be his own. — He 
 was in haste, and desires I will come again, and dine with 
 him to-morrow. His famous lying porter is fallen sick, and 
 they think he will die : I wish I had all my half-crowns again. 
 I believe I have told you, he is an old Scotch fanatic, and 
 the damn'dest liar in his office alive. I have a mind to 
 recommend Patrick to succeed him : I have trained him up 
 pretty well. I reckon for certain you are now in town. The 
 weather now begins to alter to rain 
 
 Windsor, i8. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer, and he 
 would make me go with him to Windsor, although I was 
 engaged to the Secretary, to whom I made my excuses : we 
 had in the coach besides, his son and son-in-law. Lord 
 Harley and Lord Dupplin, who are two of our society, and 
 seven of us met by appointment, and supped this night with 
 the Secretary. It was past nine before we got here ; but 
 a fine moonshiny night. I shall go back, I believe, on 
 Monday. 'Tis very late. 
 
 19. The Queen did not stir out to-day, she is in a little 
 fit of the gout. I dined at Mr Masham's ; we had none but 
 our Society members, six in all, and I supped with Lord- 
 Treasurer. The Queen has ordered twenty thousand pounds 
 to go on with the building at Blenheim, which has been 
 starved till now, since the change of the ministry. I suppose 
 it is to reward his last action of getting into the French 
 lines.^ Lord-Treasurer kept me till past twelve. 
 
 London, 20. It rained terribly every step of our journey 
 to-day ; I returned with the Secretary after a dinner of cold 
 meat, and went to Mrs Van's, where I sat the evening. I 
 grow very idle, because I have a great deal of business. 
 Tell me how you passed your time at Wexford ; and an't you 
 glad at heart you have got safe home to your lodgings at 
 St Mary's, pray ? and so your friends come to visit you : and 
 Mrs Walls is much better of her eye : and the Dean is just 
 as he used to be : and what does Walls say of London ? 'tis 
 a reasoning coxcomb. And Goody Stoyte, and Hannah 
 what d'ye call her ; no, her name en't Hannah, Catherine I 
 
 ' Before Bouchain.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 225 
 
 mean ; they were so glad to see the ladies again ; and Mrs 
 Manley wanted a companion at ombre. 
 
 21. I writ to-day to the Archbishop of Dublin, and 
 enclosed a long politic paper by itself. You know the 
 Bishops are all angry, that (smoke the wax-candle drop 
 at the bottom of this paper) I have let the world know the 
 First-Fruits were got by Lord-Treasurer before the Duke 
 of Ormond was governor. I told Lord-Treasurer all this, 
 and he is very angry ; but I pacified him again by telling 
 him they were fools, and they knew nothing of what passed 
 here, but thought all was well enough, if they complimented 
 the Duke of Ormond. Lord-Treasurer gave me t'other day 
 a letter of thanks he received from the Bishops of Ireland, 
 signed by seventeen, and says he will write them an answer. 
 The Dean of Carlisle sat with me to-day till three, and I 
 went to dine with Lord-Treasurer, who dined abroad, so did 
 the secretary, and I was left in the suds. 'Twas almost four, 
 and I got to Sir Matthew Dudley, who had half dined. 
 Thornhill,' who killed Sir Cholmley Dering, was murdered 
 by two men on Turnham Green last Monday night : as they 
 stabbed him, they bid him remember Sir Cholmley Dering. 
 They had quarelled at Hampton Court, and followed and 
 stabbed him on horseback. We have only a Grub-Street 
 paper of it, but I believe it is true. I went myself through 
 Turnham Green the same night, which was yesterday. 
 
 2 2. We have had terrible rains these two or three days. 
 I intended to dine at Lord-Treasurer's, but went to see 
 I^dy Abercorn, who is come to town, and my Lord ; and I 
 dined with them, and visited Lord-Treasurer this evening. 
 His porter is mending. I sat with my lord about three hours, 
 and am come home early to be busy. Passing by White's 
 chocolate-house, my brother Masham called me, and told 
 me his wife was brought to-bed of a boy, and both very 
 well. (Our society, you must know, are all brothers.) Dr 
 Garth told us, that Mr Henley is dead of an apoplexy. His 
 brother-in-law, Earl Poulet, is gone down to the Grange to take 
 care of his funeral. The Earl of Danby, the Duke of Leeds' 
 eldest grandson, a very hopeful young man of about twenty 
 is dead at Utrecht of the small-pox. I long to know whether 
 
 * See above, p. 173, 
 IJ. Q
 
 226 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 you begin to have any good effect by your waters. Methinks 
 this letter goes on slowly ; 'twill be a fortnight next Saturday 
 since it was begun, and one side not filled. O fy for shame, 
 Presto. Faith, I'm so tosticated to and from Windsor, that 
 I know not what to say ; but faith, I'll go to Windsor again 
 on Saturday, if they ask me, not else. So lose your money 
 again, now you are come home ; do, sirrah. 
 
 Take your magnifying glass, Madam Dingley. 
 
 You shan't read this, sirrah Stella ; don't read it for your 
 life, for fear of your dearest eyes. 
 
 There's enough for this side ; these ministers hinder me. 
 
 Pretty, dear, little, naughty, saucy MD. 
 
 Silly, impudent, loggerhead Presto. 
 
 23. Dilly and I dined to-day with Lord Abercorn, and 
 had a fine fat haunch of venison, that smelt rarely on one 
 side, and after dinner Dilly won half-a-crown of me at 
 backgammon, at his lodgings, to his great content. It is a 
 scurvy empty town this melancholy season of the year, but 
 I think our weather begins to mend. The roads are as deep 
 as in winter. The grapes are sad things, but the peaches 
 are pretty good, and there are some figs. I sometimes 
 venture to eat one, but always repent it. You say nothing 
 of the box sent half a year ago. I wish you would pay me 
 for Mrs Walls's tea. Your mother is in the country, I 
 suppose. Pray send me the account of MD, Madam 
 Dingley, as it stands since November, that is to say, for this 
 year, (excluding the twenty pounds lent Stella for Wexford,) 
 for I cannot look in your letters. I think I ordered that 
 Hawkshaw's interest should be paid to you. When you 
 think proper, I will let Parvisol know you have paid that 
 twenty pounds, or part of it ; and so go play with the Dean, 
 and I will answer your letter to-morrow. Good night, sirrahs, 
 and love Presto, and be good girls. 
 
 24. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer, who chid me for 
 not dining with him yesterday ; for it seems I did not 
 understand his invitation ; and their club of the ministry 
 dined together, and expected me. Lord Radnor and I were 
 walking the Mall this evening; and Mr Secretary met us, 
 and took a turn or two, and then stole away, and we both 
 believed it was to pick up some wench ; and to-morrow he 
 will be at the cabinet with the Queen ; so goes the world.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 22/ 
 
 Prior has been out of town these two months, nobody knows 
 where, and is lately returned. People confidently afifiirm he 
 has been in France, and I half believe it. It it said, he was 
 sent by the ministry, and for some overtures toward a peace. 
 The Secretary pretends he knows nothing of it. I believe 
 your Parliament will be dissolved. I have been talking 
 about the quarrels between your Lords and Commons with 
 Lord-Treasurer ; and did, at the request of some people, 
 desire that the Queen's answer to the Commons' address 
 might express a dislike to some principles, &c. but was 
 answered dubiously. And so now to your letter, fair ladies. 
 I know drinking is bad ; I mean writing is bad in drinking 
 the waters ; and was angry to see so much in Stella's hand. 
 But why Dingley drinks them I cannot imagine ; but truly 
 she'll drink waters as well as Stella : Why not ? I hope you 
 now find the benefit of them since you are returned : pray 
 let me know particularly. I am glad you are forced upon 
 exercise, which, I believe, is as good as the waters for the 
 heart of them. 'Tis now past the middle of August ; so by 
 your reckoning you are in Dublin. It would vex me to the 
 dogs, that letters should miscarry between Dublin and 
 Wexford, after 'scaping the salt seas. I will write no more 
 to that nasty town in haste again, I warrant you. I have 
 been four Sundays together at Windsor, of which a fortnight 
 together ; but I believe I shall not go to-morrow, for I will 
 not, unless the Secretary asks me. I know all your news 
 about the mayor : it makes no noise here at all, but the 
 quarrel of your Parliament does ; it is so very extraordinary, 
 and the language of the Commons so very pretty. The 
 Examiner has been down this month, and was very silly the 
 five or six last papers ; but there is a pamphlet come out, in 
 answer to a Letter to the Seven Lords who examined Gregg.' 
 The answer is by the real author of the Examiner, as I 
 believe, for it is very well written.^ We had Trapp's poem on 
 the Duke of Ormond printed here, and the printer sold just 
 
 ^ A clerk of Harley's, who was convicted of treasonable correspond- 
 ence with the French government. The Whig lords who examined him 
 endeavoured to throw suspicion on Harley. He was hanged April and, 
 1708. 
 
 * "Some Remarks upon a Pamphlet entitled A Letter to the Seven 
 Lords of the Committee appointed to examine Gregg." Written by 
 Swilt himself.
 
 228 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 eleven of them. 'Tis a dull piece, not half so good as Stella's ; 
 and she is very modest to compare herself with such a 
 poetaster. I am heartily sorry for poor Mrs Parnell's ^ death ; 
 she seemed to be an excellent good-natured young woman, 
 and I believe the poor lad is much afflicted ; they appeared 
 to live perfectly well together. Dilly is not tired at all with 
 England, but intends to continue here a good while ; he is 
 mighty easy to be at distance from his two sisters-in-law. He 
 finds some sort of scrub acquaintance : goes now and then 
 in disguise to a play ; smokes his pipe ; reads now and then 
 a little trash, and what else the Lord knows. I see him now 
 and then ; for he calls here, and the town being thin, I am 
 less pestered with company than usual. I have got rid of 
 many of my solicitors, by doing nothing for them : I have 
 not above eight or nine left, and I'll be as kind to them. 
 Did I tell you of a knight, who desired me to speak to Lord- 
 Treasurer to give him two thousand pounds, or five hundred 
 pounds a-year, until he could get something better? I 
 honestly delivered my message to the Treasurer, adding, the 
 knight was a puppy, whom I would not give a groat to save 
 from the gallows. Cole Reading's father-in-law has been two 
 or three times at me to recommend his lights to the ministry ; 
 assuring me, that a word of mine would, &:c. Did not that 
 dog use to speak ill of me, and profess to hate me ? He 
 knows not where I lodge, for I told him I lived in the 
 country ; and I have ordered Patrick to deny me constantly 
 to him. — Did the Bishop of London die in Wexford ? poor 
 gentleman ! did he drink the waters ? were you at his burial ? 
 was it a great funeral ? so far from his friends ! But he was 
 very old : we shall all follow. And yet it was a pity, if God 
 pleased. He was a good man ; not very learned ; I believe 
 he died but poor. Did he leave any charity legacies ? who 
 held up his pall ? was there a great sight of clergy ? do they 
 design a tomb for him ? are you sure it was the Bishop of 
 London ? because there is an elderly gentleman here that we 
 give the same title to : or did you fancy all this in your water, 
 as others do strange things in their wine ? They say these 
 waters trouble the head, and make people imagine what 
 never came to pass. Do you make no more of killing a 
 
 * Wife of the poet, Archdeacon Parnell.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 229 
 
 bishop ? are these your Whiggish tricks ? — Yes, yes, I see 
 you are in a fret. O faith, says you, saucy Presto, I'll break 
 your head ; what, can't one report what one hears, without 
 being made a jest and a laughing-stock ? are these your 
 English tricks, with a murrain ? — and Sacheverell will be the 
 next bishop ? — he would be glad of an addition of two 
 hundred pounds a-year to what he has ; and that is more 
 than they will give him, for ought I see. He hates the new 
 ministry mortally, and they hate him, and pretend to despise 
 him too. They will not allow him to have been the occasion 
 of the late change ; at least some of them will not ; but my 
 Lord-Keeper owned it to me t'other day. No, Mr Addison 
 does not go to Ireland this year : he pretended he would ; 
 but he is gone to Bath with Pastoral Philips for his eyes. — 
 So now I have run over your letter ; and I think this shall 
 go to-morrow, which will be just a fortnight from the last, 
 and bring things to the old form again after your rambles to 
 Wexford, and mine to Windsor. Are there not many literal 
 faults in my letters ? I never read them over, and I fancy 
 there are. What do you do then ? do you guess my mean- 
 ing ; or are you acquainted with my manner of mistaking ? 
 I lost my handkerchief in the l\Iall to-night with Lord 
 Radnor ; but I made him walk with me to find it, and find 
 it I did not. Tisdall (that lodges with me) and I have had 
 no conversation, nor do we pull off our hats in the streets. — 
 There is a cousin of his, (I suppose,) a young parson, that 
 lodges in the house too ; a handsome genteel fellow. Dick 
 Tighe and his wife lodged over against us ; and he has been 
 seen, out of our upper windows, beating her two or three 
 times ; they are both gone to Ireland, but not together ; and 
 he solemnly vows never to live with her. Neighbours do not 
 stick to say she has a tongue : in short, I am told, she is the 
 most urging, provoking devil that ever was born ; and he a 
 hot whiffling puppy, very apt to resent. I'll keep this bottom 
 till to-morrow : I'm sleepy. 
 
 25. I was with the Secretary this morning, who was in a 
 mighty hurry, and went to Windsor in a chariot with Lord- 
 Keeper; so I was not invited, and am forced to stay at 
 home ; but not at all against my will ; for I could have gone, 
 and would not. I dined in the city with one of my printers, 
 for whom I got the Gazette, and am come home early ; and
 
 230 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug 
 
 have nothing to say to you more, but finish this letter, and 
 not send it by the bellman. Days grow short, and the 
 weather grows bad, and the town is splenetic, and things are 
 so oddly contrived, that I cannot be absent; otherwise I 
 would go for a few days to Oxford, as I promised. They 
 say, 'tis certain that Prior has been in France; nobody 
 doubts it : I had not time to ask the Secretary, he was in 
 such haste. Well, I will take my leave of dearest MD for a 
 while; for I must begin my next letter to-night: consider 
 that, young women ; and pray be merry, and good girls, and 
 love Presto. There is now but one business the ministry 
 wants me for ; and when that is done, I will take my leave 
 of them. I never got a penny from them, nor expect it. In 
 my opinion, some things stand very ticklish; I dare say 
 nothing at this distance. Farewell, dear sirrahs, dearest 
 lives : there is peace and quiet with MD, and nowhere else. 
 I'hey have not leisure here to think of small things, which 
 may ruin them ; and I have been forward enough. Fare- 
 well again, dearest rogues : I am never happy, but when I 
 write or think of MD. I have enough of courts and 
 ministers ; and wish I were at Laracor ; and if I could with 
 honour come away this moment, I would. Bernage came 
 to see me to-day ; he is just landed from Portugal, and come 
 to raise recruits ; he looks very well, and seems pleased with 
 his station and manner of life : he never saw London nor 
 England before; he is ravished with Kent, which was his 
 first prospect when he landed. Farewell again, &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XXIX. 
 
 London, Aug. 25, 171 1. 
 I have got a pretty small gilt sheet of paper to write to 
 MD. I have this moment sent my 28th by Patrick, who 
 tells me he has put it in the post-office. 'Tis directed to your 
 lodgings : if it wants more particular direction, you must set 
 me right. It is now a solar month and two days since the 
 date of your last, N. 18, and I reckon you are now quiet at 
 home, and thinking to begin your 19th, which will be full of 
 your quarrel between the two houses : all which I know 
 already. Where shall I dine to-morrow ? can you tell ? Mrs
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 23I 
 
 Vanhomrigh boards nov/, and cannot invite one ; and there 
 I used to dine when I was at a loss ; and all my friends are 
 gone out of town, and your town is now at the fullest with 
 your parliament and convocation. But let me alone, sir- 
 rahs ; for Presto is going to be very busy ; not Presto, but 
 t'other I. 
 
 26. People have so left the town, that I am at loss for a 
 dinner. It is a long time since I have been at London 
 upon a Sunday ; and the ministers are all at Windsor. It 
 cost me eighteenpence in coach hire before I could find a 
 place to dine in. I went to Frankland's, and he was abroad ; 
 and the drab his wife looked out of window, and bowed to me 
 without inviting me up ; so I dined with Mr. Coote, my 
 Lord Montrath's brother ; my lord is with you in Ireland. 
 This morning at five my Lord Jersey ' died of the gout 
 in his stomach, or apoplexy, or both : he was abroad yester- 
 day, and his death was sudden : he was Chamberlain to 
 King William, and a great favourite, turned out by the 
 Queen as a Tory, and stood now fair to be Privy-Seal ; and 
 by his death will, I suppose, make that matter easier, which 
 has been a very stubborn business at court, as I have been 
 informed. I never remembered so many people of quality 
 to have died in so short a time. 
 
 27. I went to-day into the city to thank Stratford for my 
 books, and dine with him, and settle my affairs of my money 
 in the bank, and receive a bill for Mrs Wesley, for some 
 things to buy for her ; and the d — a one of all these could 
 I do. The merchants were all out of town, and I was force:! 
 to go to a little hedge place for my dinner. May my enemies 
 live here in summer ! and yet I am so unlucky, that I can- 
 not possibly be out of the way at this juncture. People leave 
 the town so late in summer, and return so late in winter, that 
 they have almost inverted the seasons. It is autumn this 
 good while in St James's Park ; the limes have been losing 
 their leaves, and those remaining on the trees are all parched. 
 I hate this season, where every thing grows worse and worse. 
 The only good thing of it is the fruit, and that I dare not 
 eat. — Had you any fruit at Wexford? a few cherries, and 
 
 ' Edward, first Earl of Jersey, who had held several diplomatic 
 appointments under William IIL, and was, it is said, designed for one 
 ot the plenipotentiaries at Utrecht.
 
 232 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 durst not eat them. I do not hear we have yet got a new 
 Privy-Seal. The Whigs whisper, that our new ministry differ 
 among themselves, and they begin to talk out Mr Secretary. 
 They have some reason for their whispers, although I thought 
 it was a greater secret. I do not much like the posture of 
 things; I always apprehended, that any falling out would 
 ruin them, and so I have told them several times. The 
 Whigs are mighty full of hopes at present ; and whatever is 
 the matter, all kind of stocks fall. I have not yet talked 
 with the Secretary about Prior's journey. I should be apt 
 to think it may foretell a peace ; and that is all we have to 
 preserve us. The Secretary is not come from Windsor ; but 
 I expect him to-morrow. Burn all politics ! 
 
 28. We begin to have fine weather, and I walked to-day 
 to Chelsea, and dined with the Dean of Carlisle, who is laid 
 up with the gout. It is now fixed that he is to be Dean of 
 Christ Church, in Oxford. I was advising him to use his 
 interest to prevent any misunderstanding between our 
 ministers ; but he is too wise to meddle, though he fears 
 the thing and consequences as much as I. He will get into 
 his own warm quiet deanery, and leave them to themselves ; 
 and he is in the right. When I came home to-night, I found 
 a letter from Mr Lewis, who is now at Windsor ; and in it, 
 forsooth, another which looked like Presto's hand ; and what 
 should it be, but a 19th from MD? O faith, I 'scaped 
 narrowly, for I sent my 28th but on Saturday; and what 
 should I have done if I had two letters to answer at once ? 
 I did not expect another from Wexford, that's certain. Well, 
 I must be contented ; but you are dear saucy girls, for all 
 that, to write so soon again, faith ; an't you ? 
 
 29. I dined to-day with Lord Abercorn, and took my 
 leave of them ; they set out to-morrow for Chester ; and, I 
 beUeve, will now fix in Ireland. — They have made a pretty 
 good journey of it. His eldest son is married to a lady with 
 ten thousand pounds ; and his second son has, t'other day, 
 got a prize in the lottery of four thousand pounds, beside 
 two small ones of two hundred pounds each : nay, the family 
 was so fortunate, that my lord bestowing one ticket, which 
 is a hundred pounds, to one of his servants, who had been 
 his page, the young fellow got a prize, which has made it 
 another hundred. I went in the evening to Lord-Treasurer,
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 233 
 
 who desires I will dine with him to-morrow, when he will 
 show me the answer he designs to return to the letter of 
 thanks from your bishops in Ireland. The Archbishop of 
 Dublin desired me to get myself mentioned in the answer 
 which my lord would send ; but I sent him word I would 
 not open my lips to my lord upon it. He says, it would 
 convince the bishops of what I have affirmed, that the First- 
 Fruits were granted before the Duke of Ormond was de- 
 clared governor; and I writ to him, that I would not give 
 a farthing to convince them. My Lord-Treasurer began a 
 health to my lord Privy-Seal ; Prior punned, and said it was 
 so privy, he knew not who it was ; but I fancy they have 
 fixed it all, and we shall know to-morrow. But what care 
 you who is Privy Seal, saucy sluttikins ? 
 
 30. When I went out this morning, I was surprised with 
 the news, that the Bishop of Bristol is made Lord Privy 
 Seal. You know his name is Robinson, and that he was 
 many years envoy in Sweden. All the friends of the present 
 ministry are extreme glad, and the clergy above the rest 
 The Whigs will fret to death to see a civil employment given 
 to a clergyman. It was a very handsome thing in my Lord- 
 Treasurer, and will bind the church to him for ever. I 
 dined with him to-day, but he had not written his letter ; 
 but told me, he would not offer to send it without showing 
 it to me ; he thought that would not be just, since I was so 
 deeply concerned in the affair. We had much company ; 
 Lord Rivers, Marr, and Kinnoul, Mr Secretary, George 
 Granville, and Masham ; the last has invited me to the 
 christening of his son to-morrow se'ennight ; and on Saturday 
 I go to Windsor with Mr Secretary. 
 
 31. Dilly and I walked to-day to Kensington to Lady 
 Mountjoy, who invited us to dinner. He returned soon to 
 go to the play, it being the last that will be acted for some 
 time : he dresses himself like a beau, and no doubt makes 
 a fine figure. I went to visit some people at Kensington. 
 Ophy Butler's wife there lies very ill of an ague, which is a 
 very common disease here, and little known in Ireland. I 
 am apt to think we shall soon have a peace, by the little 
 words I hear thrown out by the ministry. I have just 
 thought of a project to bite the town. I have told you, that 
 it is now known that Mr Prior has been lately in France. I
 
 234 JOURNAL TO STEIXA [Sept. 
 
 will make a printer of my own sit by me one day, and I will 
 dictate to him a formal relation of Prior's journey/ with 
 several particulars, all pure invention ; and I doubt not but 
 it will take, 
 
 Sept. I. Morning. I go to-day to Windsor with Mr 
 Secretary ; and Lord-Treasurer has promised to bring me 
 back. The weather has been fine for some time, and I 
 believe we shall have a great deal of dust. — At night. 
 Windsor. The Secretary and I, and Brigadier Sutton, dined 
 to-day at Parson's Green, at my Lord Peterborow's house, 
 who has left it and his gardens to the secretary during his 
 absence. It is the finest garden I have ever seen about this 
 town, and abundance of hot walls for grapes, where they are 
 in great plenty, and ripening fast. I durst not eat any fruit, 
 but one fig ; but I brought a basket full to my friend Lewis 
 here at Windsor. Does Stella never eat any? what, no 
 apricots at Donnybrook ? nothing but claret and ombre ? 
 I envy people maunching and maunching peaches and 
 grapes, and I not daring to eat a bit. My head is pretty 
 well, only a sudden turn any time makes me giddy for a 
 moment, and sometimes it feels very stuffed ; but if it grows 
 no worse, I can bear it very well. I take all opportunities 
 of walking ; and we have a delicious park here just joining 
 to the castle, and an avenue in the great park very wide, and 
 two miles long, set with a double row of elms on each side. 
 Were you ever at Windsor ? I was once a great while ago ; 
 but had quite forgotten it. 
 
 2. The Queen has the gout, and did not come to chapel, 
 nor stir out from her chamber, but received the Sacrament 
 there, as she always does the first Sunday in the, month. 
 Yet we had a great court, and among others, I saw your 
 Ingoldsby, who, seeing me talk very familiarly with the 
 Keeper, Treasurer, &c. came up and saluted me, and began 
 a very impertinent discourse about the siege of Bouchain. 
 I told him I could not answer his questions, but I would 
 bring him one that should ; so I went and fetched Sutton, 
 (who brought over the express about a month ago,) and 
 
 * Published as "A New Journey to Paris, together with some Secret 
 Transactions between the French King and an English Gentleman. 
 By the Sieur du Baudrier. Translated from the French." See below, 
 Sept. II.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 235 
 
 delivered him to the general, and bid him answer his 
 questions ; and so I left them together. Sutton, after some 
 time, came back in rage ; finds me with Lord Rivers and 
 Masham, and there complains of the trick I had played him, 
 and swore he had been plagued to death with Ingoldsby's 
 talk. But he told me, Ingoldsby asked him what I meant 
 by bringing him ; so I suppose he smoked me a little. So 
 we laughed, &c. My Lord Willoughby, who is one of the 
 chaplains, and Prebendary of Windsor, read prayers last 
 night to the family ; and the Bishop of Bristol, who is Dean 
 of Windsor, officiated last night at the cathedral. This they 
 do to be popular, and it pleases mightily. I dined with 
 Mr Masham, because he lets me have a select company. 
 For the court here have got by the end a good thing I said 
 to the secretary some weeks ago. He showed me his bill 
 of fare to tempt me to dine with him ; poh, said I, I value 
 not your bill of fare ; give me your bill of company. Lord- 
 Treasurer was mightily pleased, and told it every body, as a 
 notable thing. I reckon upon returning to-morrow ; they 
 say the Bishop will then have the privy-seal delivered him 
 at a great council. 
 
 3. Windsor still. The council was held so late to-day, 
 that I do not go back to town till to-morrow. The Bishop 
 was sworn privy -counsellor ; and had the privy-seal given 
 him : and now the patents are passed for those who were 
 this long time to be made lords or earls. Lord Raby, who 
 is Earl of Strafford, is on Thursday to marry a namesake of 
 Stella's ; the daughter of Sir H. Johnson in the city ; he has 
 threescore thousand pounds with her, ready money ; besides 
 the rest at the father's death. I have got my friend Stratford 
 to be one of the directors of the South Sea Company, who 
 were named to-day. My Lord-Treasurer did it for me a 
 month ago : and one of those whom I got to be printer of 
 the Gazette, I am recommending to be printer to the same 
 company. He treated Mr Lewis and me to-day at dinner. 
 I supped last night and this with Lord Treasurer, Keeper, 
 &c. and took occasion to mention the printer. I said, it 
 was the same printer, whom my Lord-Treasurer has appointed 
 to print for the South Sea Company ; he denied, and I 
 insisted on it ; and I got the laugh on my side. 
 
 London, 4. I came as far as Brentford in Lord Rivers's
 
 236 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 chariot, who had business with Lord-Treasurer ; then I went 
 into Lord-Treasurer's : we stopped at Kensington, where Lord- 
 Treasurer went to see Mrs Masham, who is now what they 
 call in the straw. We got to town by three, and I lighted 
 at Lord-Treasurer's, who commanded me not to stir : but I 
 was not well ; and when he went up, I begged the young 
 lord to excuse me, and so went into the city by water, where 
 I could be easier, and dined with the printer, and dictated 
 to him some part of Prior's Journey to France. I walked 
 from the city, for I take all occasions of exercise. Our 
 journey was horrid dusty. 
 
 5. When I went out to-day, I found it had rained mightily 
 in the night, and the streets were as dirty as winter ; it is 
 very refreshing after ten days dry. — I went into the city and 
 dined with Stratford, thanked him for his books, gave him 
 joy of his being director, of which he had the first notice by 
 a letter from me. I ate sturgeon, and it lies on my stomach. 
 I almost finished Prior's Journey at the printer's, and came 
 home pretty late with Patrick at my heels. 
 
 7. Morning. But what shall we do about this letter ot 
 MD's, N. 19 ? not a word answered yet, ajid so much paper 
 spent ? I cannot do any thing in it, sweethearts, till night. — 
 At night, O Lord, O Lord, the greatest disgrace that ever 
 was has happened to Presto. What do you think ? but 
 when I was going out this forenoon a letter came from MD, 
 N. 20, dated at Dublin. O dear, O dear ; O sad, O sad ! — 
 Now I have two letters together to answer : here they are, 
 lying together. But I will only answer the first ; for I came in 
 late. I dined with my friend Lewis at his lodgings, and walked 
 at six to Kensington to Mr Masham's son's christening. 
 It was very private ; nobody there but my Lord-Treasurer, 
 his son, and son-in-law, that is to say Lord Harley, and Lord 
 Dupplin, and Lord Rivers, and L The Dean of Rochester 
 christened the child, but soon went away. Lord-Treasurer 
 and Lord Rivers were godfathers, and Mrs Hill, Mrs Masham's 
 sister, godmother. The child roared like a bull, and I gave 
 Mrs Masham joy of it ; and she charged me to take care of 
 my nephew, because Mr Masham being a brother of our 
 Society, his son you know is consequently a nephew. Mrs 
 Masham sat up dressed in bed, but not as they do in Ireland 
 with all smooth about her, as if she was cut ofif in the
 
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 middle ; for you might see the counterpain (what d'ye call 
 it ?) rise above her hips and body. There's another name 
 of the counterpain, and you'll laugh now, sirrahs. George 
 Granville came in at supper, and we staid till eleven, and 
 Lord-Treasurer set me down at my lodging in Suffolk 
 Street. Did I ever tell you that Lord-Treasurer hears ill 
 with the left ear, just as I do ? He always turns the right ; 
 and his servants whisper him at that only. I dare not tell 
 him that I am so too, for fear he should think I counter- 
 feited, to make my court. 
 
 6. You must read this before the other ; for I mistook, 
 and forgot to write yesterday's journal, it was so insignificant : 
 I dined with Dr. Cockburn, and sat the evening with Lord- 
 Treasurer, till ten o'clock. On Thursdays he has always a 
 large select company, and expects me. So good night for 
 last night, &c. 
 
 8. Morning. I go to Windsor with Lord-Treasurer to-day, 
 and will leave this behind me to be sent to the post. And 
 now let us hear what says the first letter. No. 19. You are 
 still at Wexford, as you say. Madam Dingley. I think no 
 letter from me ever yet miscarried. And so Inish-Corthy,^ 
 and the River Slainy ; fine words those in a lady's mouth. 
 Your hand like Dingley's ? you scrambling, scattering, slutti- 
 kin ! Yes, mighty like indeed, is not it ? '^ Pisshh, don't talk ot 
 writing or reading till your eyes are well, and long well ; only 
 I would have Dingley read sometimes to you, that you may 
 not quite lose the desire of it. God be thanked that the 
 ugly numbing is gone. Pray use exercise when you go 
 to town. What game is that ombra ' which Dr Elwood and 
 you play at? is it the Spanish game ombre? Your card 
 purse ! you a card purse ? you a fiddlestick. You have luck 
 indeed; and luck in a bag. What a devil is that eight 
 shilling tea-kettle ? copper, or tin japanned ? It is like your 
 Irish politeness, raffling for tea-kettles. What a splutter you 
 keep to convince me that Walls has no taste ? My head 
 continues pretty well. Why do you write, dear sirrah Stella, 
 
 * Enniscorthy. 
 
 ^ " These words in italics are written in strange misshapen letters, 
 inclining to the right hand, in imitation of Stella's writing." (Note in 
 original edition.) 
 
 ^ "In Stella's spelling." (Note in original edition.)
 
 238 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 when you find your eyes so weak that you cannot see ? what 
 comfort is there in reading what you write, when one knows 
 that ? So Dingley can't write because of the clutter of new 
 company come to Wexford ? I suppose the noise of their 
 hundred horses disturbs you ; or, do you lie in one gallery, 
 as in an hospital? Wliat, you are afraid of losing in Dubhn 
 the acquaintance you have got in Wexford ; and chiefly the 
 Bishop of Raphoe,^ an old, doting, perverse coxcomb ? 
 Twenty at a time at breakfast. That is like five pounds at a 
 time, when it was never but once. I doubt, Madam 
 Dingley, you are apt to lie in your travels, though not so 
 bad as Stella ; she tells thumpers, as I shall prove in my 
 next, if I find this receives encouragement. — So Dr Elwood ^ 
 says, There are a world of pretty things in my works. A 
 pox on his praises ! an enemy here would say more. The 
 Duke of Buckingham would say as much, though he and I 
 are terribly fallen out ; and the great men are perpetually in- 
 flaming me against him : they bring me all he says of me, 
 and, I believe, make it worse, out of roguery. — No, 'tis not 
 your pen is bewitched, Madam Stella, but your old, scrawl- 
 ing, splay-foot, pot-hooks, s, f, ay, that's it : there the s, f, f, 
 there, there, that's exact. Farewell, &c. 
 
 Our fine weather is gone, and I doubt we shall have 
 a rainy journey to-day. Faith, 'tis shaving day, and I have 
 much to do. 
 
 When Stella says her pen was bewitched, it was only be- 
 cause there was a hair in it. You know the fellow they call 
 God-help-it had the same thoughts of his wife, and for the 
 same reason. I think this is very well observed, and I un- 
 folded the letter to tell you it. 
 
 Cut ofl" those two notes above ; and see the nine pounds 
 endorsed, and receive the other ; and send me word how my 
 accounts stand, that they may be adjusted by Nov. i. 
 Pray be very particular : but the twenty pounds I lend you 
 is not to be included ; so make no blunder. I won't wrong 
 you ; nor you shan't wrong me ; that's the short. O Lord, 
 how stout Presto is of late ! but he loves MD more than his 
 life a thousand times, for all his stoutness ; tell him that ; and 
 that I'll swear it, as hope saved, ten millions of times, &c. &c. 
 
 ' John Ponley. 
 
 • Senior Fellow of Trinity College, Dublin.
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 239 
 
 I open my letter once more to tell Stella, that, if she does 
 not use exercise after her waters, it will lose all the effects of 
 them : I should not live if I did not take all opportunities of 
 walking. Pray, pray, do this to oblige poor Presto. 
 
 LETTER XXX. 
 
 Windsor, Sept. 8, T711. 
 
 I made the coachman stop, and put in my twenty-ninth at 
 the post-office at two o'clock to-day, as I was going to Lord- 
 Treasurer, with whom I dined, and came here by a quarter 
 past eight ; but the moon shone, and so we were not in 
 much danger of overturning ; which, however, he values not 
 a straw, and only laughs when I chid at him for it. There was 
 nobody but he and I, and we supped together, with Mr 
 Masham and Dr Arbuthnot, the Queen's favourite physician, 
 a Scotchman. I could not keep myself awake after supper, 
 but did all I was able to disguise it, and thought I came off 
 clear ; but at parting he told me, I had got my nap already. 
 It is now one o'clock ; but he loves sitting up late. 
 
 9. The Queen is still in the gout, but recovering; she 
 saw company in her bed-chamber after church ; but, the 
 crowd was so great, I could not see her. I dined with my 
 brother. Sir William Wyndham, and some others of our 
 Society, to avoid the great tables on Sunday at Windsor, 
 which I hate. The usual company supped to-night at 
 Lord-Treasurer's, which was Lord-Keeper, Mr Secretary, 
 George Granville, Masham, Arbuthnot, and I. But showers 
 have hindered me from walking to-day, and that I don't 
 love. — Noble fruit, and I dare not eat a bit. I ate one fig 
 to-day, and sometimes a few mulberries, because it is said 
 they are wholesome, and you know a good name does much. 
 I shall return to town to-morro\v, though I thought to have 
 staid a week, to be at leisure for something I am doing. 
 But I have put it off till next ; for I shall come here again 
 next Saturday, when our society are to meet at supper at 
 Mr Secretary's. My life is very regular here : on Sunday 
 morning I constantly visit Lord-Keeper, and sup at Lord- 
 Treasurer's with the same set of company. I was not
 
 240 JOURNAL TO STELLA Sept 
 
 sleepy to-night ; I resolved I would not ; yet it is past mid- 
 night at this present writing. 
 
 London, lo. Lord-Treasurer and Masham and I left 
 Windsor at three this afternoon : we dropped Masham at 
 Kensington with his lady, and got home by six. It was 
 seven before we sat down to dinner, and I staid till past 
 eleven. Patrick came home with the Secretary : I am more 
 plagued with Patrick and my portmanteau than with myself. 
 I forgot to tell you, that, when I went to Windsor, on Satur- 
 day, I overtook Lady Giffard and Mrs Fenton ' in a chariot 
 going, I suppose, to Sheen. I was then in a chariot too, 
 of Lord-Treasurer's brother, who had business with the 
 Treasurer; and my lord came after, and overtook me at 
 Turnham Green, four miles from London, and then the 
 brother went back, and I went in the coach with Lord- 
 Treasurer : so it happened that those people saw me, and 
 not with Lord-Treasurer. Mrs F. was to see me about a 
 week ago ; and desired I would get her son into the Charter- 
 house. 
 
 11, This morning the printer sent me an account of 
 Prior's Journey ; it makes a twopenny pamphlet ; I suppose 
 you will see it, for I dare engage it will run ; 'tis a formal 
 grave lie, from the beginning to the end. I writ all but 
 about the last page, that I dictated, and the printer writ. Mr 
 Secretary sent to me to dine where he did ; it was at Prior's ; 
 when I came in Prior showed me the pamphlet, seemed to 
 be angry, and said, here is our English liberty : I read some 
 of it, and said I liked it mightily, and envied the rogue the 
 thought ; for, had it come into my head, I should have 
 certainly done it myself. We staid at Prior's till past ten, 
 and then the Secretary received a packet with the news of 
 Bouchain being taken, for which the guns will go off to- 
 morrow. Prior owned his having been in France, for it was 
 past denying ; it seems he was discovered by a rascal at 
 Dover, who had positive orders to let him pass, I believe 
 we shall have a peace. 
 
 12. It is terrible rainy weather, and has cost me three 
 shillings in coaches and chairs to-day, yet I was dirty into 
 the bargain. I was three hours this morning with the Secre- 
 
 ' Swift's sister Jane.
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 24I 
 
 tary about some business of moment, and then went into 
 the city to dine. The printer tells me he sold yesterday 
 a thousand of Prior's Journey, and had printed five hundred 
 more. It will go rarely, I believe, and is a pure bite. And 
 what is MD doing all this while? got again to their cards, 
 their Walls, their deans, their Stoytes, and their claret? 
 Pray present my service to Mr Stoyte and Catherine. Tell 
 Goody Stoyte she owes me a world of dinners, and I will 
 shortly come over and demand them. — Did I tell you of the 
 Archbishop of Dublin's last letter ? He had been saying in 
 several of his former that he would shortly write to me some- 
 thing about myself, and it looked to me as if he intended 
 something for me : at last out it comes, and consists of two 
 parts. First, he advises me to strike in for some preferment 
 now I have friends ; and secondly, he advises me, since I 
 have parts, and learning, and a happy pen, to think of some 
 new subject in divinity not handled by others, which I 
 should manage better than any body. A rare spark this, 
 with a pox ! but I shall answer him as rarely. Methinks he 
 should have invited me over, and given me some hopes or 
 promises. But, hang him ! and so good night, &c. 
 
 13. It rained most furiously all this morning till about 
 twelve, and sometimes thundered ; I trembled for my shillings, 
 but it cleared up, and I made a shift to get a walk in the 
 Park, and then went with the Secretary to dine with Lord- 
 Treasurer. Upon Thursdays there is always a select com- 
 pany ; we had the Duke of Shrewsbury, Lord Rivers, the 
 two Secretaries, Mr Granville, and Mr Prior. Half of them 
 went to council at six; but Rivers, Granville, Prior, and I, 
 staid till eight. Prior was often affecting to be angry at the 
 account of his journey to Paris ; and, indeed, the two last 
 pages, which the printer got somebody to add, are so 
 romantic, they spoil all the rest. Dilly Ashe pretended to 
 me that he was only going to Oxford and Cambridge for a 
 fortnight, and then would come back. I could not see 
 him, as I appointed t'other day ; but some of his friends tell 
 me, he took leave of them as going to Ireland ; and so they 
 say at his lodging. I believe the rogue was ashamed to tell 
 me so, because I advised him to stay the winter, and he said 
 he would. I find he had got into a good set of scrub 
 acquaintance, and I thought passed his time very merrily ; 
 
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 242 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 but I suppose he languished after Balderig, and the claret of 
 Dublin : and, after all, I think he is in the right ; for he 
 can eat, drink, and converse better there than here. Ber- 
 nage was with me this morning : he calls now and then ; 
 he is in terrible fear of a peace. He said, he never had his 
 health so well as in Portugal. He is a favourite of his 
 colonel. 
 
 14. I was mortified enough to-day, not knowing where in 
 the world to dine, the town is so empty ; I met H. Coote, 
 and thought he would invite me, but he did not : Sir John 
 Stanley did not come into my head ; so I took up with Mrs 
 Van, and dined with her and her damned landlady, who, I 
 believe, by her eyebrows, is a bawd. This evening I met 
 Addison and Pastoral Philips in the Park, and supped with 
 them at Addison's lodgings ; we were very good company ; 
 and yet know no man half so agreeable to me as he is. I 
 sat with them till twelve, so you may think 'tis late, young 
 women ; however, I would have some little conversation 
 with MD before your Presto goes to bed, because it makes 
 me sleep and dream, and so forth. Faith this letter goes on 
 slowly enough, sirrahs, but I can't write much at a time till 
 you are quite setded after your journey you know, and have 
 gone all your visits, and lost your money at ombre. You 
 never play at chess now, Stella. That puts me in mind of 
 Dick Tighe; I fancy I told you he used to beat his wife 
 here : and she deserved it ; and he resolves to part with her ; 
 and they went to Ireland in different coaches. O Lord, I 
 said, all this before, I'm sure. Go to bed, sirrahs. 
 
 Windsor, 15. I made the Secretary stop at Brentford, 
 because we set out at two this afternoon, and fasting would 
 not agree with me. I only designed to eat a bit of bread 
 and butter, but he would light, and we ate roast beef like 
 dragons. And he made me treat him and two more gentle- 
 men ; faith it cost me a guinea ; I don't like such jesting, yet 
 I was mightily pleased with it too. To-night our Society met 
 at the Secretary's, there were nine of us ; and we have chosen 
 a new member, the Earl of Jersey, whose father died lately. 
 'Tis past one, and I have stolen away. 
 
 16. I design to stay here this week by myself, about some 
 business that lies on my hands, and will take up a great deal 
 of time. Dr Adams, one of the canons, invited me to-day to
 
 lyil] JOURNAL TO STELLA 243 
 
 dinner. The tables are so full here on Sunday, that it is 
 hard to dine with a few, and Dr Adams knows I love to do 
 so ; which is very obliging. The Queen saw company in her 
 bed-chamber ; she looks very well, but she sat down. I 
 supped with Lord-Treasurer as usual, and staid till past one 
 as usual, and with our usual company, except Lord-Keeper, 
 who did not come this time to Windsor. I hate these suppers 
 mortally ; but I seldom eat any thing. 
 
 17. Lord-Treasurer and Mr Secretary stay here till to- 
 morrow ; some business keeps them, and I am sorry for it, 
 for they hinder me a day. Mr Lewis and I were going to 
 dine soberly with a little court friend at one. But Lord 
 Harley and Lord Dupplin kept me by force, and said we 
 should dine at Lord-Treasurer's, who intended to go at four 
 to London ; I staid like a fool, and went with the two young 
 lords to Lord-Treasurer ; who very fairly turned us all three 
 out of doors. They both were invited to the Duke of 
 Somerset, but he was gone to a horse-race, and would not 
 come till five : so we were forced to go to a tavern, and send 
 for wine from Lord-Treasurer's, who at last we were told did 
 not go to town till the morrow, and at Lord-Treasurer's we 
 supped again ; and I desired him to let me add four shillings 
 to the bill I gave him. We sat up till two, yet I must write 
 to litde MD. 
 
 18. They are all gone early this morning; and I am 
 alone to seek my fortune ; but Dr Arbuthnot engages me for 
 my dinners ; and he yesterday gave me my choice of place, 
 person, and victuals for to-day. So I chose to dine with 
 Mrs Hill, who is one of the dressers, and Mrs Masham's 
 sister ; no company but us three, and to have a shoulder 
 of mutton, a small one, which was exactly, only there was 
 too much victuals besides ; and the Dr's wife was of the 
 company. And to-morrow Mrs Hill and I are to dine with 
 the doctor. I have seen a fellow often about court, whom 
 I thought I knew ; I asked who he was, and they told me it 
 was the gentleman porter ; then I called him to mind ; he 
 was Killy's acquaintance, (I won't say yours,) I think his name 
 is Lovet, or Lovel, or something like it. I believe he does 
 not know me, and in my present posture I shall not be fond 
 of renewing old acquaintance ; I believe I used to see him 
 with the Bradleys; and by the way, I have not seen Mrs
 
 244 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 Bradley since I came to England. I left your letter in 
 London, like a fool ; and cannot answer it till I go back, 
 which will not be until Monday next : so this will be above 
 a fortnight from my last ; but I will fetch it up in my next , 
 so go and walk to the Dean's for your health this fine weather. 
 
 19. The Queen designs to have cards and dancing here 
 next week, which makes us think she will stay here longer 
 than we believed. Mrs Masham is not well after her lying- 
 in : I doubt she got some cold : she is lame in one of 
 her legs with a rheumatic pain. Dr Arbuthnot and Mrs 
 Hill go to-morrow to Kensington to see her, and return the 
 same night. Mrs Hill and I dined with the Doctor to-day. 
 I rode out this morning with the Doctor to see Cranburn, a 
 house of Lord Ranelagh's, and the Duchess of Marlborough's 
 lodge, and the Park ; the finest places they are for nature, 
 and plantations, that ever I saw ; and the finest riding upon 
 artificial roads, made on purpose for the Queen. Arbuthnot 
 made me draw up a sham subscription for a book, called a 
 History of the Maids of Honour since Harry the Eighth, 
 showing they make the best wives, with a list of all the Maids 
 of Honour since, &c. to pay a crown in hand, and t'other 
 crown upon delivery of the book ; and all in the common 
 forms of those things. We got a gentleman to write it fair, 
 because my hand is known, and we sent it to the maids of 
 honour when they came to supper. If they bite at it, 'twill 
 be a very good court jest ; and the queen will certainly have 
 it ; we did not tell Mrs Hill. 
 
 20. To-day I was invited to the Green Cloth by Colonel 
 Godfrey, who married the Duke of Marlborough's sister,' 
 mother to the Duke of Berwick by King James : I must tell 
 you those things that happened before you were born : but 
 I made my excuses, and young Harcourt (Lord-Keeper's 
 son) and I dined with my next neighbour Dr Adams. Mrs 
 Masham is better, and will be here in three or four days. 
 She had need ; for the Duchess of Somerset is thought to 
 gain ground daily. — We have not yet sent you over all your 
 bills ; and I think we have altered your money-bill. The 
 Duke of Ormond is censured here by those in power for 
 very wrong management in the affair of the mayoralty. He 
 
 1 Arabella Churchill, Maid of Honour to the Duchess of York, and by 
 whom King James IL had several children.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 245 
 
 is governed by fools ; and has usually much more sense than 
 his advisers, but never proceeds by it. I must know how 
 your health continues after Wexford. Walk and use exercise, 
 sirrahs both ; and get somebody to play at shuttle-cock with 
 you, Madame Stella, and walk to the dean's and Donny- 
 brook. 
 
 21. Colonel Godfrey sent to me again to-day; so I dined 
 at the Green Cloth, and we had but eleven at dinner, which 
 is a small number there, the court being always thin of com- 
 pany till Saturday night. This new ink and pen make a 
 strange figure ; / must write larger, yes, I must, or Stella 
 wonH be able to read this} S. S. S. there's your S s for you, 
 Stella. The maids of honour are bit, and have all contri- 
 buted their crowns, and are teazing others to subscribe for 
 the book. I will tell Lord-Keeper and Lord-Treasurer to- 
 morrow ; and I believe the Queen will have it. After a 
 little walk this evening, I squandered away the rest of it in 
 sitting at Lewis's lodging, while he and Dr Arbuthnot played 
 at picquet. I have that foolish pleasure, which I believe 
 nobody has beside me, except old Lady Berkeley. But I 
 fretted when I came away ; I will loiter so no more, for I 
 have a plaguy deal of business upon my hands, and very 
 little time to do it. The pamphleteers begin to be very busy 
 against the ministry : I have begged Mr Secretary to make 
 examples of one or two of them ; and he assures me he will. 
 They are very bold and abusive. 
 
 22. This being the day the ministry comes to Windsor, I 
 ate a bit or two at Mr Lewis's lodgings, because I must sup 
 with Lord-Treasurer ; and at half an hour after one, I led 
 Mr. Lewis a walk up the avenue, which is two miles long : 
 we walked in all about five miles, but I was so tired with his 
 slow walking, that I left him here, and walked two miles 
 towards London, hoping to meet Lord-Treasurer, and return 
 with him, but it grew darkish, and I was forced to walk back, 
 so I walked nine miles in all, and Lord-Treasurer did not 
 come till after eight, which is very wrong, for there was no 
 moon, and I often tell him how ill he does to expose himself 
 so, but he only makes a jest of it. I supped with him, and 
 staid till now, when it is half an hour after two. He is as 
 
 ' "These words in italics are written enormously large." (Note in 
 original edition.)
 
 246 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 merry, and careless, and disengaged, as a young heir at one- 
 and-twenty. 'Tis late indeed. 
 
 23. The Secretary did not come last night, but at three 
 this afternoon ; I have not seen him yet, but I verily think 
 they are contriving a peace as fast as they can, without which 
 it will be impossible to subsist. The Queen was at church 
 to-day, but was carried in a chair. I and Mr. Lewis dined 
 privately with Mr. Lowman, clerk of the kitchen. I was to 
 see Lord-Keeper this morning, and told him the jest of the 
 maids of honour, and Lord-Treasurer had it last night. That 
 rogue Arbuthnot puts it all upon me. The court was very 
 full to-day ; I expected Lord-Treasurer would have invited 
 me to supper, but he only bowed to me, and we had no dis- 
 course in the drawing-room. 'Tis now seven at night, and I 
 am at home, and I hope Lord-Treasurer will not send for me 
 to supper ; if he does not, I will reproach him, and he will 
 pretend to chide me for not coming. So farewell till I go to 
 bed, for I am going to be busy. 'Tis now past ten, and I 
 went down to ask the servants about Mr Secretary ; they tell 
 me the queen is yet at council, and that she went to supper, 
 and came out to the council afterwards. 'Tis certain they are 
 managing a peace. I will go to bed, and there's an end. 
 'Tis now eleven, and a messenger is come from Lord-Trea- 
 surer to sup with them, but I have excused myself, and am 
 glad I am in bed, for else I should sit up till two, and drink 
 till I was hot. Now I'll go sleep. 
 
 London, 24. I came to town by six with Lord-Treasurer, 
 and have staid till ten. That of the Queen's going out to 
 sup, and coming in again, is a lie, as the Secretary told me 
 this morning, but I find the ministry are very busy with Mr 
 Prior, and I believe he will go again to France. I am told 
 so much, that we shall certainly have a peace very soon. I 
 had charming weather all last week at Windsor, but we have 
 had a little rain to-day, and yesterday was windy. Prior's 
 Journey sells still ; they have sold two thousand, although 
 the town is empty. I found a letter from Mrs Fenton here, 
 desiring me, in Lady Gifford's name, to come and pass a 
 week at Sheen, while she is at Moor Park. I will answer it 
 with a vengeance ; and now you talk of answering, there is 
 MD's N. 20 is yet to be answered : I had put it up so safe 
 I could hardly find it ; but here it is, faith, and I am afraid
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 247 
 
 I cannot send this till Thursday, for I must see the Secretary 
 to-morrow morning, and be in some other place in the 
 evening. 
 
 25. Stella wTites like an emperor, and gives such an ac- 
 count of her journey, never saw the like. Let me see ; stand 
 away, let us compute ; you staid four days at Inish-Corthy ; 
 two nights at Mrs Proby's mother's; and yet was but six 
 days in journey; for your words are, "We left Wexford this 
 day se'ennight, and came here last night." I have heard 
 them say that travellers may lie by authority. Make up this, 
 if you can. How far is it from Wexford to Dublin ? how 
 many miles did you travel in a day ? ^ Let me see — thirty 
 pounds in two months, is nine score pounds a year ; a matter 
 of nothing in Stella's purse. I dreamed Billy Swift was alive, 
 and that I told him you writ me word he was dead, and that 
 you had been at his funeral, and I admired at your im- 
 pudence, and was in mighty haste to run and let you know 
 what lying rogues you were. Poor lad, he is dead of his 
 mother's former folly and fondness, and yet now I believe, as 
 you say, that her grief will soon wear off. O yes, Madam 
 Dingley, mightily tired of the company, no doubt of it, at 
 Wexford ! and your description of it is excellent ; clean 
 sheets, but bare walls ; I suppose then you lay upon the 
 walls. Mrs Walls has got her tea, but who pays me the 
 money ? come, I shall never get it, so I make a present of it 
 to stop some gaps, &c. Where's the thanks of the house? 
 so, that's well ; why, it cost four-and-thirty shillings English. 
 — You must adjust that with Mrs Walls ; I think that is so 
 many pence more with you. — No, Leigh and Sterne, I 
 suppose, were not at the water-side ; I fear Sterne's business 
 will not be done ; I have not seen him this good while. I 
 hate him for the management of that box, and I was the 
 greatest fool in nature for trusting to such a young jacka- 
 napes ; I will speak to him once more about it, when I see 
 him. Mr Addison and I met once more since, and I supped 
 
 * " The doctor was always a bad reckoner, either of money or anything 
 else ; and this is one of his rapid computations. For as Stella was 
 seven days in journey, although Dr. Swift says only six, she might well 
 have spent four days at Inish-Corthy, and two nights at Mrs Proby's 
 mother's, the distance from Wexford to Dublin being but two easy 
 days' journey." (Note in original edition.)
 
 248 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 with him : I believe I told you so somewhere in this letter. 
 The Archbishop chose an admirable messenger in Walls to 
 send to me, yet I think him fitter for a messenger than any 
 thing. The d — she has ! ^ I did not observe her looks. 
 Will she rot out of modesty with Lady Gifford ? I pity poor 
 Jenny ^ — but her husband is a dunce, and with respect to 
 him, she loses little by her deafness. I believe. Madam Stella, 
 in your accounts you mistook one liquor for another, and 
 it was a hundred and forty quarts of wine, and thirty-two 
 of water. — This is all written in the morning, before I go to 
 the Secretary, as I am now doing. I have answered your letter 
 a little shorter than ordinary ; but I have a mind it should go 
 to-day, and I will give you my journal at night in my next, 
 for I'm so afraid of another letter before this goes : I will 
 never have two together again unanswered. What care I for 
 Dr Tisdall and Dr Raymond, or how many children they 
 have ? I wish they had a hundred a-piece. Lord-Treasurer 
 promises me to answer the bishops' letter to-morrow, and 
 show it me ; and I believe it will confirm all I said, and 
 mortify those that threw the merit on the Duke of Ormond. 
 For I have made him jealous of it ; and t'other day, talking 
 of the matter, he said, I am your witness you got it for them 
 before the Duke was Lord-Lieutenant. My humble service 
 to Mrs Walls, Mrs. Stoyte, and Catherine. Farewell, &c. 
 
 What do you do when you see any literal mistakes in my 
 letters ? how do you set them right ? for I never read them 
 over to correct them. Farewell again. 
 
 Pray send this note to Mrs Brent, to get the money when 
 Parvisol comes to town, or she can send to him. 
 
 LETTER XXXL 
 
 London, Sept. 25, 171 1. 
 
 I dined in the city to-day, and at my return I put my 30th 
 into the post-office ; and when I got home, I found for me 
 
 one of the noblest letters I ever read ; it was from , 
 
 three sides and a half in folio, on a large sheet of paper; the 
 
 * "Somewhat or other which Stella's mother had consented to." 
 (Note in original edition.) 
 ^ Mrs. Fenton.
 
 171 l] JOURNAL TO STELLA 249 
 
 two first pages made up of satire upon London, and crowds 
 and hurry, stolen from some of his own school-boy's exer- 
 cises : the side and a half remaining is spent in desiring me 
 to recommend Mrs South, your commissioner's widow, to 
 my Lord-Treasurer for a pension. He is the prettiest, dis- 
 creetest fellow that ever my eyes beheld, or that ever dipped 
 pen into ink. I know not what to say to him. A pox on 
 him, I have too many such customers on this side already. 
 I think I will send him word that I never saw my Lord- 
 Treasurer in my life : I am sure I industriously avoided the 
 name of any great person when I saw him, for fear of his 
 reporting it in Ireland. And this recommendation must be 
 a secret too, for fear the Duke of Bolton should know it, and 
 think it was too mean. I never read so d — d a letter in my 
 life : a little would make me send it over to you. — I must 
 send you a pattern, the first place I cast my eyes on, I will 
 not pick and choose. In this place, (meaning the Exchange 
 in London,) which is the compendium of old Troynovant, as 
 that is of the whole busy world, I got such a surfeit, thai I 
 grew sick of mankind, and resolved for ever after to bury my- 
 self in the shady retreat of . You must know that 
 
 London has been called by some Troynovant, or New 
 Troy. Will you have any more? Yes, one little bit for 
 Stella, because she'll be fond of it. This wondrous theatre 
 (meaning London) was no more to me than a desert, and I 
 sJwuld less complain of solitude in a Connaught shipwreck, or 
 even the great bog of Allen. A Httle scrap for Mrs. Marget,^ 
 and then 1 have done. Their royal fanum, wherein the idol 
 Fecunta is daily worshipped, seemed to me to be just like a hive 
 of bees working and labouring under huge weights of cares. 
 Fanum is a temple, but he means the Exchange; and 
 Pecunia is money : so now Mrs Marget will understand her 
 part. One more paragraph, and I — Well, come, don't be in 
 such a rage, you shall have no more. Pray, Stella, be satisfied ; 
 'tis very pretty : and that I must be acquainted with such a 
 dog as. this ! — Our peace goes on fast. Prior was with the 
 Secretary two hours this morning : I was there a little after 
 he went away, and was told it. I believe he will soon be 
 dispatched again to France ; and I will put somebody to 
 
 ' Stella's maid.
 
 250 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 write an account of his second journey : I hope you have 
 seen the other. This latter has taken up my time with 
 storming at it. 
 
 26. Bernage has been with me these two days ; yesterday 
 I sent for him to let him know, that Dr Arbuthnot is putting 
 in strongly to have his brother made a captain over Bernage's 
 head. Arbuthnot's brother is but an ensign ; but the doctor 
 has great power with the Queen : yet he told me, he would 
 not do any thing hard to a gentleman who is my friend ; and 
 I have engaged the Secretary and his colonel for him. To- 
 day he told me very melancholy, that the other had written 
 from Windsor (where he went to solicit) that he has got the 
 company ; and Bernage is full of the spleen. I made the 
 Secretary write yesterday a letter to the colonel in Bernage's 
 behalf. I hope it will do yet; and I have written to Dr 
 Arbuthnot to Windsor, not to insist on doing such a hardship. 
 I dined in the city at Pontack's, with Stratford ; it cost me 
 seven shillings : he would have treated, but I did not let 
 him. I have removed my money from the bank to another 
 fund. I desire Parvisol may speak to Hawkshaw to pay in 
 my money when he can ; for I will put it in the funds ; and, 
 in the mean time, borrow so much of Mr Secretary, who 
 offers to lend it me. Go to the Dean's, sirrahs. 
 
 27. Bernage was with me again to-day, and is in great 
 fear, and so was I ; but this afternoon, at Lord-Treasurer's, 
 where I dined, my brother, George Granville, Secretary at 
 War, after keeping me a while in suspense, told me, that Dr 
 Arbuthnot had waved the business, because he would not 
 wrong a friend of mine ; that his brother is to be a Heuenant, 
 and Bernage is made a captain. I called at his lodging, and 
 the soldier's coffee-house, to put him out of pain, but cannot 
 find him ; so I have left word, and shall see him to-morrow 
 morning, I suppose. Bernage is now easy ; he has ten 
 shillings a-day, beside lawful cheating. However, he gives 
 a private sum to his colonel ; but it is very cheap : his 
 colonel loves him well, but is surprised to see him have so 
 many friends. So he is now quite off my hands. I left the 
 company early to-night, at Lord-Treasurer's ; but the Secre- 
 tary followed me, to desire I would go with him to W — . 
 Mr Lewis's man came in before I could finish that word be- 
 ginning with a W, which ought to be Windsor, and brought
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 25I 
 
 me a very handsome rallying letter from Dr Arbuthnot, to 
 tell me he had, in compliance to me, given up his brother's 
 pretensions in favour of Bernage, this very morning; that 
 the Queen had spoken to Mr Granville to make the com- 
 pany easy in the other's having the captainship. Whether 
 they have done it to oblige me or no, I must own it so. He 
 says, he this very morning begged her majesty to give Mr 
 Bernage the company. I am mighty well pleased to have 
 succeeded so well ; but you will think me tedious, although 
 you like the man, as I think. 
 
 Windsor, 28. I came here a day sooner than ordinary, 
 at Mr Secretary's desire, and supped with him and Prior, 
 and two private ministers from France, and a French priest.^ 
 I know not the two ministers' names; but they are come 
 about the peace. The names the Secretary called them, 
 I suppose, were feigned ; they were good rational men. 
 We have already settled all things with France, and very 
 much to the honour and advantage of England ; and the 
 Queen is in mighty good humour. All this news is a 
 mighty secret ; the people in general know that a peace 
 is forwarding. The Earl of Strafford is to go soon to 
 Holland, and let them know what we have been doing : and 
 then there will be the devil and all to pay ; but we'll make 
 them swallow it with a pox. The French ministers staid 
 with us till one, and the Secretary and I sat up talking till 
 two ; so you will own 'tis late, sirrahs, and time for your 
 little saucy Presto to go to bed and sleep adazy ; and God 
 bless poor little MD : I hope they are now fast asleep, and 
 dreaming of Presto. 
 
 29. Lord-Treasurer came to-night, as usual, at half an 
 hour after eight, as dark as pitch. I am weary of chiding 
 him ; so I commended him for observing his friend's ad\'ice, 
 and coming so early, &c. I was two hours with Lady 
 Oglethorp to-night, and then supped with Lord-Treasurer, 
 after dining at the Green Cloth : I staid till two ; this is the 
 effect of Lord-Treasurer's being here ; I must sup with him, 
 and he keeps cursed hours. Lord-Keeper and the Secretary 
 were absent ; they cannot sit up with him. This long sitting 
 up makes the periods in my letters so short. I design to 
 
 ' The secret envoys were Mesnager and the Abbe Du Bois. The 
 priest was the Abbe Gualtier.
 
 252 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 Stay here all the next week, to be at leisure by myself, 
 to finish something of weight I have upon my hands, and 
 which must soon be done. I shall then think of returning 
 to Ireland, if these people will let me ; and I know nothing 
 else they have for me to do. I gave Dr Arbuthnot my 
 thanks for his kindness to Bernage, whose commission is 
 now signed. Methinks I long to know something of Stella's 
 health, how it continues after Wexford waters. 
 
 30. The Queen was not at Chapel to-day, and all for the 
 better, for we had a dunce to preach : she has a little of the 
 gout. I dined with my brother Masham, and a moderate 
 company, and would not go to Lord-Treasurer's till after 
 supper at eleven o'clock, and pretended I had mistaken the 
 hour ; so I ate nothing : and a little after twelve the com- 
 pany broke up, the Keeper and Secretary refusing to stay; 
 so I saved this night's debauch. Prior went away yesterday 
 with his Frenchmen, and a thousand reports are raised 
 in this town. Some said they knew one to be the Abbe de 
 Polignac : others swore it was the Abbe du Bois. The 
 Whigs are in a rage about the peace ; but we'll wherret 
 them, I warrant, boys. Go, go, go to the dean's and don't 
 mind politics, young women, they are not good after the 
 waters ; they are stark naught : they strike up into the head. 
 Go, get two black aces, and fish for a manilio. 
 
 Oct. I. Sir John Walters,^ an honest drunken fellow, 
 is now in waiting, and invited me to the Green Cloth to-day, 
 that he might not be behind hand with Colonel Godfrey, 
 who is a Whig. I was engaged to the Mayor's feast with 
 Mr Masham ; but waiting to take leave of Lord-Treasurer, I 
 came too late, and so returned sneaking to the Green Cloth, 
 and did not see my Lord-Treasurer neither ; but was resolved 
 not to lose two dinners for him. I took leave to-day of my 
 friend and solicitor Lord Rivers, who is commanded by the 
 Queen to set out for Hanover on Thursday. The Secretary 
 does not go to town till to-morrow ; he and I, and two 
 friends more, drank a sober bottle of wine here at home, and 
 parted at twelve ; he goes by seven to-morrow morning, so I 
 shall not see him. I have power over his cellar in his 
 absence, and make little use of it. Lord Dartmouth and my 
 
 * M.P. for Oxford and Comptroller of the Board of Green Cloth.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 253 
 
 friend Lewis stay here this week ; but I can never work out 
 a dinner from Dartmouth. Masham has promised to provide 
 for me : I squired his lady out of her chaise to-day, and 
 must visit her in a day or two. So you have had a long fit 
 of the finest weather in the world ; but I am every day 
 in pain that it will go off. I have done no business to-day : 
 I am very idle. 
 
 2. My friend Lewis and I, to avoid over much eating 
 and great tables, dined with honest Jemmy Eckershall, 
 clerk of the kitchen, now in waiting ; and I bespoke my 
 dinner : but the cur had your acquaintance Lovet, the 
 gentleman porter, to be our company. Lovet, towards the 
 end of dinner, after twenty wrigglings, said he had the 
 honour to see me formerly at Moor Park, and thought he 
 remembered my face. I said, I thought I remembered 
 him, and was glad to see him, &c. and I escaped for that 
 much, for he was very pert. It has rained all this day, 
 and I doubt our good weather is gone. I have been very 
 idle this afternoon, playing at twelvepenny picquet with 
 Lewis : I won seven shillings, which is the only money I won 
 this year : I have not played above four times, and I think 
 always at Windsor. Cards are very dear : there is a duty 
 on them of sixpence a pack, which spoils small gamesters. 
 
 3. Mr Masham sent this morning to desire I would ride 
 out with him, the weather growing again very fine. I was 
 very busy, and sent my excuses ; but desired he would pro- 
 vide me a dinner. I dined with him, his lady, and her 
 sister, Mrs Hill, who invites us to-morrow to dine with her, 
 and we are to ride out in the morning. I sat with Lady 
 Oglethorp till eight this evening, then was going home to 
 write ; looked about for the woman that keeps the key of 
 the house : she told me Patrick had it. I cooled my 
 heels in the cloisters till nine, then went in to the music 
 meeting, where I had been often desired to go ; but was 
 weary in half an hour of their fine stuff, and stole out 
 so privately, that every body saw me ; and cooled my heels 
 in the cloisters again till after ten : then came in Patrick. I 
 went up, shut the chamber door, and gave him two or three 
 swinging cuffs on the ear, and I have strained the thumb of 
 my left hand with pulling him, which I did not feel until 
 he was gone. He was plaguily afraid and humbled.
 
 254 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 4. It was the finest day in the world, and we got out 
 before eleven, a noble caravan of us. The Duchess of 
 Shrewsbury in her own chaise with one horse, and Miss 
 Touchet with her ; Mrs Masham and Mrs Scarborow, one 
 of the dressers, in one of the queen's chaises : Miss Forester 
 and Miss Scarborow, two maids of honour, and Mrs Hill on 
 horseback. The Duke of Shrewsbury, Mr Masham, George 
 Fielding, Arbuthnot, and I, on horseback too. Mrs Hill's 
 horse was hired for Miss Scarborow, but she took it in 
 civility, her own horse was galled and could not be rid, but 
 kicked and winced : the hired horse was not worth eighteen- 
 pence. I borrowed coat, boots, and horse, and in short we 
 had all the difficulties, and more than we used to have in 
 making a party from Trim to Longfield's.^ My coat was 
 light camlet, faced with red velvet, and silver buttons. We 
 rode in the great park and the forest about a dozen miles, 
 and the Duchess and I had much conversation ; we got home 
 by two, and Mr Masham, his lady, Arbuthnot and I, dined 
 with Mrs Hill. Arbuthnot made us all melancholy, by some 
 symptoms of bloody ur — e : he expects a cruel fit of the 
 stone in twelve hours ; he says he is never mistaken, and he 
 appears like a man that was to be racked to-morrow. I cannot 
 but hope it will not be so bad ; he is a perfectly honest man, 
 and one I have much obligation to. It rained a little this 
 afternoon, and grew fair again. Lady Oglethorp sent to 
 speak to me, and it was to let me know that Lady Rochester 
 desires she and I may be better acquainted. 'Tis a little too 
 late ; for I am not now in love with Lady Rochester : they 
 shame me out of her, because she is old. Arbuthnot says, 
 he hopes my strained thumb is not the gout ; for he has 
 often found people so mistaken. I do not remember the 
 particular thing that gave it me, only I had it just after beat- 
 ing Patrick, and now it is better : so I believe he is mis- 
 taken. 
 
 5. The Duchess of Shrewsbury sent to invite me to dinner; 
 but I was abroad last night when her servant came, and this 
 morning I sent my excuses, because I was engaged, which I 
 was sorry for. Mrs Forester taxed me yesterday about the 
 History of the Maids of Honour ; but I told her fairly it was 
 
 * Mr. Longfield lived at Killibride, about four miles from Trim.
 
 lyil] JOURNAL TO STELLA 255 
 
 no jest of mine ; for I found they did not relish it altogether 
 well : and I have enough already of a quarrel with that brute 
 Sir John Walters, who has been railing at me in all com- 
 panies ever since I dined with him ; that I abused the 
 Queen's meat and drink, and said nothing at the table was 
 
 good, and all a d d lie ; for after dinner, commending 
 
 the wine, I said, I thought it was something small. You 
 would wonder how all my friends laugh at this quarrel. It 
 will be such a jest for the Keeper, Treasurer, and Secretary. 
 
 1 dined with honest Colonel Godfrey, took a good walk 
 
 of an hour on the terrace, and then came up to study ; but it 
 grows bloody cold, and I have no waistcoat here. 
 
 6. I never dined with the chaplains till to-day ; but my 
 friend Gastrel and the Dean of Rochester had often invited 
 me, and I happened to be disengaged : it is the worst pro- 
 vided table at court. We ate on pewter : every chaplain, 
 when he is made a dean, gives a piece of plate, and so they 
 have got a little, some of it very old. One who was made Dean 
 of Peterborow (a small deanery) said, he would give no plate; 
 he was only Dean of Pewterborow. The news of Mr Hill's 
 miscarriage in his expedition came to-day, and I went to 
 visit Mrs Masham and Mrs Hill, his two sisters, to condole 
 with them. I advised them by all means to go to the music 
 meeting to-night, to show they were not cast down, &c. and 
 they thought my advice was right, and went. I doubt Mr 
 Hill and his admiral made wrong steps ; however, we lay it 
 .'dl to a storm, &c. I sat with the Secretary at supper ; then 
 we both went to Lord-Treasurer's supper, and sat till twelve. 
 The Secretary is much mortified about Hill ; because this 
 expedition was of his contriving, and he counted much upon 
 it ; but Lord-Treasurer was just as merry as usual, and old 
 laughing at Sir John Walters and me falling out. I said, 
 nothing grieved me, but that they would take example, and per- 
 haps presume upon it, and get out of my government ; but 
 that I thought I was not obliged to govern bears, though I 
 governed men. They promise to be as obedient as ever, 
 and so we laughed ; — and so I go to bed ; for it is colder 
 still, and you have a fire now, and are at cards at home. 
 
 7. Lord Harley and I dined privately to-day with Mrs 
 Masham and Mrs Hill, and my brother Masham. I saw 
 Lord Halifax at court, and we joined and talked'; and the
 
 256 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 Duchess of Shrewsbury came up and reproached me for not 
 dining with her. I said, that was not so soon done ; for I 
 expected more advances from ladies, especially duchesses : 
 she promised to comply with any demands I pleased ; and I 
 agreed to dine with her to-morrow, if I did not go to London 
 too soon, as I believe I shall before dinner. Lady Ogle- 
 thorp ^ brought me and the Duchess of Hamilton together to- 
 day in the drawing-room, and I have given her some encourage- 
 ment, but not much. Every body has been teazing Walters. 
 He told Lord-Treasurer that he took his company from him 
 that were to dine with him : my lord said, I will send you 
 Dr Swift : Lord-Keeper bid him take care what he did ; for, 
 said he. Dr. Swift is not only all our favourite, but our 
 governor. The old company supped with Lord-Treasurer, 
 and got away by twelve. 
 
 London, 8. I believe I shall go no more to Windsor, for 
 we expect the Queen will come in ten days to Hampton 
 Court. It was frost last night, and cruel cold to-day. I 
 could not dine with the duchess, for I left Windsor half an 
 hour after one with Lord-Treasurer, and we called at Ken- 
 sington, where Mrs Masham was got to see her children foi 
 two days. I dined, or rather supped, with Lord-Treasurer, 
 and staid till after ten. Tisdall and his family are gone from 
 hence, upon some wrangle with the family. Yesterday I had 
 two letters brought me to Mr Masham's ; one from Ford, 
 and t'other from our little MD, N. 21. I would not tell you 
 till to-day, because I would not. I won't answer it till the 
 next, because I have slipped two days by being at Windsor, 
 which I must recover here. Well, sirrahs, I must go to 
 sleep. The roads were as dry as at midsummer to-day. 
 This letter shall go to-morrow. 
 
 9. Morning. It rains hard this morning. I suppose our 
 fair weather is now at an end. I think I'll put on my waist- 
 coat to-day : shall I ? Well, I will then, to please MD. I 
 think of dining at home to-day upon a chop and a pot. The 
 town continues yet very thin. 1 ord Strafford is gone to 
 Holland, to tell them what we have done here toward a 
 peace. We shall soon hear what the Dutch say, and how 
 they take it. My humble service to Mrs Walls, Mrs Stoyte, 
 
 ' Wife of SirTheophilus Oglethorp and mother of General Oglethorp, 
 Dr. Johnson's friend.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 257 
 
 and Catherine. — Morrow, dearest sirrahs, and farewell ; and 
 God Almighty bless MD, poor little dear MD, for so I mean, 
 aiid Presto too. I'll write to you again to-night, that is, I'll 
 begin my next letter. Farewell, &c. 
 
 This little bit belongs to MD ; we must always write on 
 the margin : ^ you are saucy rogues. 
 
 LETTER XXXII. 
 
 London, October 9, 171 1. 
 
 I was forced to lie down at twelve to-day, and mend my 
 night's sleep : I slept till after two, and then sent for a bit of 
 mutton and pot of ale from the next cook's shop, and had no 
 stomach. I went out at four, and called to see Biddy Floyd, 
 which I had not done these three months : she is something 
 marked, but has recovered her complexion quite, and looks 
 very well. Then I sat the evening with Mrs Vanhomrigh, 
 and drank coffee, and ate an egg. I Hkewise took a new 
 lodging to-day, not hking a ground-floor, nor the ill smell, 
 and other circumstances. I lodge, or shall lodge, by Leices- 
 ter Fields, and pay ten shillings a week ; that won't hold out 
 Iqng, faith. I shall lie here but one night more. It rained 
 terribly till one o'clock to-day. I lie, for I shall lie here two 
 nights, till Thursday, and then remove. Did I tell you that 
 my friend INIrs Barton has a brother drowned, that went on 
 the expedition with Jack Hill ? He was a lieutenant-colonel, 
 and a coxcomb ; and she keeps her chamber in form, and 
 
 the servants say, she receives no messages. Answer MD's 
 
 letter, Presto, d'ye hear? No, says Presto, I won't yet, I'm 
 busy ; you're a saucy rogue. Who talks ? 
 
 10. It cost me two shillings in coach-hire to dine in the 
 city with a printer. I have sent, and caused to be sent, three 
 pamphlets out in a fortnight. I will ply the rogues warm ; 
 and whenever anything of theirs makes a noise, it shall have 
 an answer. I have instructed an under spur-leather to write 
 so, that it is taken for mine. A rogue that writes a news- 
 
 ' "This happens to be the only single line written upon the margin of 
 any of his journals. By some accident there was a margin about as 
 broad as the back of a razor, and therefore he made this use of it." 
 (•Note in original edition.) 
 
 11. S
 
 258 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 paper, called The Protestant Post Boy, has reflected on me 
 in one of his papers ; but the Secretary has taken him up, and 
 he shall have a squeeze extraordinary. He says, that an 
 ambitious tantivy, missing of his towering hopes of prefer- 
 ment in Ireland, is come over to vent his spleen on the late 
 ministry, &c. I'll tantivy him with a vengeance. I sat the 
 evening at home, and am very busy, and can hardly find 
 time to write, unless it were to MD. I am in furious 
 haste. 
 
 11. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer. Thursdays are 
 now his days when his choice company comes, but we are 
 too much multiplied. George Granville sent his excuses 
 upon being ill ; I hear he apprehends the apoplexy, which 
 would grieve me much. Lord-Treasurer calls Prior nothing 
 but Monsieur Baudrier, which was the feigned name of the 
 Frenchman that writ his Journey to Paris. They pretend 
 to suspect me, so I talk freely of it, and put them out of 
 their play. Lord-Treasurer calls me now Dr Martin, because 
 martin ^ is a sort of a swallow, and so is a swift. When he 
 and I came last Monday from Windsor, we were reading all 
 the signs on the road. He is a pure trifler ; tell the Bishop 
 of Clogher so. I made him make two lines in verse for the 
 Bell and Dragon, and they were rare bad ones. I suppose 
 Dilly is with you by this time : what could his reason be of 
 leaving London, and not owning it? 'Twas plaguy silly. 
 I believe his natural inconstancy made him weary. I think 
 he is the king of inconstancy. I staid with Lord-Treasurer 
 till ten ; we had five lords and three commoners. Go to 
 ombre, sirrahs. 
 
 12. Mrs Vanhomrigh has changed her lodging as well as 
 I. She found she had got with a bawd, and removed. I 
 dined with her to-day ; for though she boards, her landlady 
 does not dine with her. I am grown a mighty lover of 
 herrings ; but they are much smaller here than with you. 
 In the afternoon I visited an old major-general, and eat six 
 oysters ; then sat an hour with Mrs Colledge, the joiner's 
 daughter that was hanged ; it was the joiner was hanged, 
 and not his daughter ; with Thompson's wife, a magistrate. 
 There was the famous Mrs Floyd of Chester, who, I think, 
 
 * " From this pleasantry of my Lord Oxford, the appellative Martiiius 
 Scriblerus took its rise." (Note in original edition.)
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 259 
 
 is the handsomest woman (except MD) that ever I saw. 
 She told me, that twenty people had sent her the verses 
 upon Biddy, as meant to her : and, indeed, in point of 
 handsomeness, she deserves them much better: I will not 
 go to Windsor to-morrow, and so I told the Secretary to-day. 
 I hate the thoughts of Saturday and Sunday suppers with 
 Lord-Treasurer. Jack Hill is come home from his unfortunate 
 expedition, and is, I think, now at Windsor : I have not yet 
 seen him. He is privately blamed by his own friends for 
 want of conduct. He called a council of war, and therein 
 it was determined to come back. But they say, a general 
 should not do that, because the officers will always give 
 their opinion for returning, since the blame will not he upon 
 them, but the general. I pity him heartily. Bernage 
 received his commission to-day. 
 
 13. I dined to-day with Colonel Crowe, late governor of 
 Barbadoes ; he is a great acquaintance of your friend Sterne, 
 to whom I trusted the box. Lord-Treasurer has refused 
 Sterne's business, and I doubt he is a rake ; Jemmy Leigh 
 stays for him, and nobody knows where to find him. I am 
 so busy now, I have hardly time to spare to write to our 
 little MD; but in a fortnight I hope it will be over. I am 
 going now to be busy, &c. 
 
 14. I was going to dine with Dr Cockburn, but Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine met me, and carried me to Mrs Van's, 
 where I drank the last bottle of Raymond's wine, admirable 
 good, better than any I get among the ministry. I must 
 pfck up time to answer this letter of MD's ; I'll do it in a 
 
 day or two for certain. 1 am glad I am not at Windsor, 
 
 for it is very cold, and I won't have a fire till November. 
 I am contriving how to stop up my grate with bricks. 
 Patrick was drunk last night ; but did not come to me, else 
 I should have given him t'other cuff. I sat this evening 
 with Mrs Barton ; it is the first day of her seeing company ; 
 but I made her merry enough, and we were three hours 
 disputing upon Whig and Tory. She grieved for her 
 brother only for form, and he was a sad dog. Is Stella well 
 enough to go to church, pray ? no numbings left ? no dark- 
 ness in your eyes ? do you walk and exercise ? Your 
 
 exercise is ombre. People are coming up to town : the 
 
 queen will be at Hampton Court in a week. Lady Betty
 
 25c JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 Germain, I hear, is come ; and Lord Pembroke is coming : 
 his wife is as big with child as she can tumble. 
 
 15. I sat at home till four this afternoon to-day writing, 
 and ate a roll and butter ; then visited Will. Congreve an 
 hour or two, and supped with Lord-Treasurer, who came 
 from Windsor to-day, and brought Prior with him. The 
 Queen has thanked Prior for his good service in France, and 
 promised to make him a Commissioner of the Customs. 
 Several of that commission are to be out ; among the rest, 
 my friend Sir Matthew Dudley. I can do nothing for him, 
 he is so hated by the ministry. Lord-Treasurer kept me till 
 twelve, so I need not tell you it is now late. 
 
 16. I dined to-day with Mr Secretary at Dr. Cotesworth's, 
 where he now lodges till his house be got ready in Golden 
 Square. One Boyer,^ a French dog, has abused me in a 
 pamphlet, and I have got him up in a messenger's hands : 
 the Secretary promises me to swinge him. Lord-Treasurer 
 told me last night, that he had the honour to be abused 
 with me in a pamphlet. I must make that rogue an 
 example, for warning to others. I was to see Jack Hill this 
 morning, who made that unfortunate expedition ; and there 
 is still more misfortune ; for that ship, which was admiral 
 of his fleet,^ is blown up in the Thames, by an accident and 
 carelessness of some rogue, who was going, as they think, to 
 steal some gunpowder : five hundred men are lost. We 
 don't yet know the particulars. I am got home by seven, 
 and am going to be busy, and you are going to play and 
 supper ; you live ten times happier than I ; but I should 
 live ten times happier than you if I were with MD. I saw 
 Jemmy Leigh to-day in the street, who tells me that Sterne 
 has not lain above once these three weeks in his lodgings, 
 and he doubts he takes ill courses ; he stays only till he can 
 find Sterne to go along with him, and he cannot hear of 
 him. I begged him to inquire about the box when he 
 comes to Chester, which he promises. 
 
 17. The Secretary and I dined to-day with Brigadier 
 
 ' Abel Boyer's pamphlet was entitled, "An Account of the State 
 and Progress of the Present Negotiations for Peace." The author was 
 a well-known hackwriter of the time. 
 
 ^ ' ' The Edgar," a ship of seventy-four guns. Four hundred men 
 were killed.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 261 
 
 Britton, a great friend of his. The lady of the house ij very 
 gallant, about thirty-five ; she is said to have a great deal of 
 wit ; but I see nothing among any of them that equals MD 
 by a bar's length, as hope saved/ My Lord-Treasurer is 
 much out of order ; he has a sore throat, and the gravel, 
 and a pain in his breast where the wound was : pray God 
 preserve him. The Queen comes to Hampton Court on 
 Tuesday next ; people are coming fast to town, and I must 
 answer MD's letter, which I can hardly find time to do, 
 though I am at home the greatest part of the day. Lady 
 Betty Germain and I were disputing Whig and Tory to 
 death this morning. She is grown very fat, and looks 
 mighty well. Biddy Floyd was there, and she is, I think, 
 very much spoiled with the small-pox. 
 
 18. Lord-Treasurer is still out of order, and that breaks 
 our method of dining there to-day. He is often subject to 
 a sore throat, and some time or other it will kill him, unless 
 he takes more care than he is apt to do. It was said about 
 the town, that poor Lord Peterborow was dead at Frank- 
 fort ; but he is something better, and the Queen is sending 
 him to Italy, where I hope the warm climate will recover 
 him : he has abundance of excellent qualities, and we love 
 one another mightily. I was this afternoon in the city, ate 
 a bit of meat, and settled some things with a printer. I will 
 answer your letter on Saturday, if possible, and then send 
 away this ; so to fetch up the odd days I lost at Windsor, 
 and keep constant to my fortnight. Ombre time is now 
 coming on, and we shall have nothing but Manley, and 
 Walls, and Stoytes, and the Dean. Have you got no new 
 acquaintance? Poor girls; nobody knows MD's good 
 qualities. — 'Tis very cold ; but I will not have a fire till 
 November, that's pozz. — Well, but coming home to-night, I 
 found on my table a letter from MD ; faith I was angry, 
 that is with myself; and I was afraid too to see MD's hand 
 so soon, for fear of something, I don't know what : at last I 
 opened it, and it was over well, and a bill for the two 
 hundred guineas. However, 'tis a sad thing that this letter 
 is not gone, nor your twenty-first answered yet. 
 
 1 9. I was invited to-day to dine with Mrs Van, with some 
 
 ^ As I hope to be saved.
 
 262 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 company who did not come ; but I ate nothing but herrings ; 
 you must know I hardly ever eat of above one thing, and 
 that the plainest ordinary meat at table ; I love it best, and 
 believe it wholesomest. You love rarities ; yes you do ; I 
 wish you had all that I ever see where I go. I was coming 
 home early, and met the Secretary in his chair, who per- 
 suaded me to go with him to Britton's ; ^ for he said he had 
 been all day at business, and had eaten nothing. So I went, 
 and the time past so, that we staid till two, so you may 
 believe 'tis late enough. 
 
 20. This day has gone all wrong, by sitting up so late last 
 night. Lord-Treasurer is not yet well, and can't go to 
 Windsor. I dined with Sir Matthew Dudley, and took 
 occasion to hint to him that he would lose his employment, 
 for which I am very sorry. Lord Pembroke and his family 
 are all come to town. I was kept so long at a friend's this 
 evening that I cannot send this to-night. When I knocked 
 at my lodgings, a fellow asked me where lodged Dr Swift ? I 
 told him I was the person : he gave me a letter he brought 
 from the Secretary's office, and I gave him a shilling : when 
 I came up, I saw Dingley's hand : faith I was afraid, I do 
 not know what. At last it was a formal letter from Dingley 
 about her exchequer business. Well, I'll do it on Monday, 
 and settle it with Tooke. And now, boys, for your letter, I 
 mean the first, N. 21. Let's see; come out, little letter, 
 I never had the letter from the Bishop that Raymond 
 mentions ; but I have written to Ned Southwell, to desire 
 the Duke of Ormond to speak to His Reverence, that he may 
 leave off his impertinence. What a pox can they think I 
 am doing for the Archbishop here? You have a pretty 
 notion of me in Ireland, to make me an agent for the Arch- 
 bishop of Dublin. — Why ; do you think I value your 
 people's ingratitude about my part in serving them ? I remit 
 them their First-Fruits of ingratitude, as freely as I got the 
 other remitted to them. The Lord-Treasurer defers writing 
 his letter to them, or else they would be plaguily confounded 
 by this time. For, he designs to give the merit of it wholly 
 to the Queen and me, and to let them know it was done 
 before the Duke of Ormond was Lord-Lieutenant. You 
 
 ^ To the house of Brigadier Britton, mentioned below, Oct. 31.
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 263 
 
 visit, you dine abroad, you see friends ; you pilgarlic ; you 
 walk from Finglass, you a cat's foot. O Lord— Lady 
 Gore hung her child by the waist ; what is that waist ? ' 
 I don't understand that word ; he must hang on till you 
 explain or spell it. — I don't believe he was pretty, that's a 
 liiii. — Pish ; burn your First-Fruits ; again at it. Stella has 
 made twenty false spellings in her writing ; I'll send them to 
 you all back again on the other side of this letter, to mend 
 them; I won't miss one. Why; I think there were seventeen 
 bishops' names to the letter Lord Oxford received. — I will 
 send you some pamphlets by Leigh ; put me in mind of it 
 on Monday, for I shall go then to the printer ; yes, and the 
 Miscellany. I am mightily obliged to Walls, but I don't 
 deserve it by any usage of him here, having seen him but 
 twice, and once en passant. Mrs Manley forsworn ombre ! 
 What; and no blazing star appear? no monsters born? no 
 whale thrown up ? have you not found out some evasion for 
 her ? She had no such regard to oaths in her younger days. 
 I got the books for nothing, Madam Dingley ; but the wine 
 I got not ; it was but a promise. — Yes, my head is pretty 
 well in the main, only now and then a little threatening or 
 so. — You talk of my reconciling some great folks. I tell you 
 what. The Secretary told me last night, that he had found 
 the reason why the Queen was cold to him for some months 
 past ; that a friend had told it him yesterday ; and it was, 
 that they suspected he was at the bottom with the Duke of 
 Marlborough. Then he said, he had reflected upon all I had 
 spoken to him long ago ; but he thought it had only been 
 my suspicion, and my zeal and kindness for him. I said I 
 had reason to take that very ill, to imagine I knew so little 
 of the world as to talk at a venture to a great minister ; 
 that I had gone between him and Lord-Treasurer often, and 
 told each of them what I had said to the other, and that I 
 had informed him so before : he said all that you may 
 imagine to excuse himself, and approve my conduct. I 
 told him I knew all along that this proceeding of mine was 
 the surest way to send me back to my willows in Ireland, 
 but that I regarded it not, provided I could do the kingdom 
 service in keeping them well together. I minded him how 
 
 ' Scott remarks, " modern usage has sanctioned Stella's spelling." 
 Swift's spelling was " wast."
 
 264 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 often I had told Lord-Treasurer, Lord-Keeper, and him 
 together, that all things depended on their union, and that 
 my comfort was to see them love one another ; and I had 
 told them all singly that I had not said this by chance, &c. 
 He was in a rage to be thus suspected ; swears he will be 
 upon a better foot, or none at all ; and I do not see how 
 they can well want him in this juncture. I hope to find a 
 way of settling this matter. I act an honest part ; that will 
 bring me neither honour nor praise. MD must think the 
 better of me for it : nobody else shall ever know of it. 
 Here's politics enough for once; but Madam D. D. gave 
 me occasion for it. I think I told you I have got into 
 lodgings that don't smell ill — O Lord ! the spectacles : well, 
 I'll do that on Monday too ; although it goes against me to 
 be employed for folks that neither you nor I care a groat for. 
 Is the eight pounds from Hawkshaw included in the thirty- 
 nine pounds five shillings and twopence ? How do I know 
 by this how my account stands ? Can't you write five or six 
 lines to cast it up ? Mine is forty-four pounds per afinuniy 
 and eight pounds from Hawkshaw makes fifty-two pounds. 
 Pray set it right, and let me know ; you had best. — And so 
 now I have answered N. 21, and 'tis late, and I will answer 
 N. 22 in my next: this cannot go to-night, but shall on 
 Tuesday : and so go to your play, and lose your money, with 
 your two eggs a penny ; silly jade ; you witty ? very pretty. 
 
 21. Mrs. Van would have me dine with her again to-day, 
 and so I did, though Lady Mountjoy has sent two or three 
 times to have me see and dine with her, and she is a little 
 body I love very well. My head has ached a little in the 
 evenings these three or four days, but it is not of the giddy 
 sort, so I do not much value it. I was to see Lord Harley to- 
 day, but Lord-Treasurer took physic, and I could not see 
 him. He has voided much gravel, and is better, but not 
 well ; he talks of going on Tuesday to see the Queen at 
 Hampton Court ; I wish he may be able. I never saw so 
 fine a summer day as this was : how is it with you pray ? 
 and can't you remember, naughty packs? I han't seen 
 Lord Pembroke yet. He will be sorry to miss Dilly : I 
 wonder you say nothing of Dilly's being got to Ireland ; if he 
 be not there soon, I shall have some certain odd thoughts : 
 guess them if you can.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 265 
 
 22. I dined in the city to-day with Dr Freind, at one of 
 my printers : I inquired for Leigh, but could not find him : 
 I have forgot what sort of apron you want. I must rout 
 among your letters, a needle in a bottle of hay. I gave 
 Sterne directions, but where to find him Lord knows, I 
 have bespoken the spectacles ; got a set of Examiners, and 
 five pamphlets, which I have either written or contributed to, 
 except the best, which is the Vindication of the Duke of 
 Marlborough ; and is entirely of the author of the Atalantis. 
 I have settled Dingley's affair with Tooke, who has under- 
 taken it, and understands it. I have bespoken a Miscellany : 
 what would you have me do more ? It cost me a shilling 
 coming home ; it rains terribly, and did so in the morning. 
 Lord-Treasurer has had an ill day, in much pain. He writes 
 and does business in his chamber now he is ill : the man is 
 bewitched : he desires to see me, and I'll maul him, but he 
 will not value it a rush. I am half weary of them all. I 
 often burst out into these thoughts, and will certainly steal 
 away as soon as I decently can. I have many friends, and 
 many enemies; and the last are more constant in their 
 nature. I have no shuddering at all to think of retiring to 
 my old circumstances, if you can be easy ; but I will always 
 live in Ireland as I did the last time ; I will not hunt for 
 dinners there : nor converse with more than a very few. 
 
 23. Morning. This goes to-day, and shall be sealed by 
 and by. Lord-Treasurer takes physic again to-day ; I 
 believe I shall dine with Lord Dupphn. Mr Tooke brought 
 me a letter directed for me at Morphew's the bookseller. I 
 suppose, by the postage, it came from Ireland ; it is a 
 woman's hand, and seems false spelt on purpose ; it is in 
 such sort of verse as Harris's petition ; ^ rallies me for writing 
 merry things, and not upon divinity ; and is like the subject 
 of the Archbishop's last letter, as I told you. Can you guess 
 whom it came from ? it is not ill written ; pray find it out ; 
 there is a Latin verse at the end of it all rightly spelt ; yet 
 the EngUsh, as I think, affectedly wrong in many places. 
 My plaguing time is coming. A young fellow brought me a 
 letter from Judge Coote, with recommendation to be lieu- 
 tenant of a man of war. He is the son of one Echlin, who 
 
 ^ Swift's own lines, " M" Frances Harris's Petition."
 
 266 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 [Oct. 
 
 was minister of Belfast before Tisdall, and I have got some 
 other new customers ; but I shall trouble my friends as little 
 as possible. Saucy Stella used to jeer me for meddling with 
 other folks affairs ; but now I am punished for it. — Patrick 
 has brought the candle, and I have no more room. Fare- 
 well, &c. &c. 
 
 Here is a full and true account of Stella's new 
 spelling. 
 
 Plaguely, 
 
 Dineing, 
 
 Straingers, 
 
 Chais, . 
 
 Waist, . 
 
 Houer, 
 
 Immagin, 
 
 A bout, 
 
 Intellegence, 
 
 Aboundance, 
 
 Merrit, 
 
 Secreet, 
 
 Phamphlets, 
 
 Bussiness, . 
 
 Plaguily/ 
 
 Dining. 
 
 Strangers, 
 
 Chase. 
 
 Wast. 
 
 Hour. 
 
 Imagine. 
 
 About. 
 
 Intelligence. 
 
 Abundance. 
 
 Merit. 
 
 Secret. 
 
 Pamphlets. 
 
 Business. 
 
 Tell me truly, sirrah, how many of these are mistakes of 
 the pen, and how many are you to answer for as real ill spell- 
 ing ? There are but fourteen ; I said twenty by guess. You 
 must not be angry, for I will have you spell right, let the 
 world go how it will. Though, after all, there is but a mis- 
 take of one letter in any of these words. I allow you hence- 
 forth but six false spellings in every letter you send me. 
 
 LETTER XXXIII. 
 
 London, October 23, 171 1. 
 
 I dined with Lord Dupplin as I told you I would, and put 
 my thirty-second into the post-office ray own self; and I 
 believe there has not been one moment since we parted, 
 
 ' " This column of words, as they are corrected, is in Stella's hand." 
 (Note in original edition.)
 
 .'^ SLa^J-f^fLa. 
 
 •.A^'.yr: 

 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 267 
 
 vherein a letter was not upon the road going or coming to 
 or from PMD.* If the Queen knew it, she would give us a 
 pension ; for it is we bring good luck to their post-boys and 
 their packets ; else they would break their necks and sink. 
 But, an old saying and a true one : 
 
 Be it snow, or storm, or hail, 
 
 P.MD's letters never fail ; 
 
 Cross winds may sometimes make them tarry, 
 
 But PMD's letters can't miscarry. 
 
 Terrible rain to-day, but it cleared up at night enough to 
 save my twelvepence coming home. Lord-Treasurer is much 
 better this evening. I hate to have him ill, he is so con- 
 foundedly careless. I won't answer your letter yet, so be 
 satisfied. 
 
 24. I called at Lord-Treasurer's to-day at noon ; he was 
 eating some broth in his bed-chamber, undressed, with a 
 thousand papers about him. He has a little fever upon 
 him, and his eye terribly blood-shot ; yet he dressed himself 
 and went out to the Treasury. He told me, he had a letter 
 from a lady with a complaint against me ; it was from Mrs. 
 Cutts, a sister of Lord Cutts, who writ to him, that I had 
 abused her brother : you remember the Salamander,^ it is 
 printed in the Miscellany. I told my lord, that I would 
 never regard complaints, and that I expected, whenever he 
 received any against me, he would immediately put them 
 into the fire, and forget them, else. I should have no quiet. 
 I had a little turn in my head this morning ; which, though 
 it did not last above a moment, yet being of the true sort, 
 has made me as weak as a dog all this day. 'Tis the first I 
 have had this half year. I shall take my pills if I hear of it 
 again. I dined at Lady Mountjoy's with Harry Coote,^ and 
 went to see Lord Pembroke upon his coming to town. — The 
 
 1 "That is Presto and MD." 
 
 ' Lord Cutts obtained the name from his coolness under fire at the 
 sicf^e of Namur. Swift's verses, "The Description 01 a Salamander," 
 are a scurrilous and disgusting attack on a brave man. 
 
 ^ See p. 27. This is probably the Coote whom Swift introduced to 
 Pope with a letter which ran, "Dear Pope, though the little fellow 
 thnt brings this be a justice of peace, and a member of our Irish House 
 of Commons ; yet he may not be altogether unworthy of your acquaint- 
 ance." (Spence. )
 
 268 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 Whig party are furious against a peace, and every day some 
 ballad comes out reflecting on the ministry on that account. 
 The Secretary St John has seized on a dozen booksellers 
 and publishers into his messengers' hands.' Some of the 
 foreign ministers have published the preliminaries agreed on 
 here between France and England ; and people rail at them 
 as insufficient to treat a peace upon ; but the secret is, that 
 the French have agreed to articles much more important, 
 which our ministers have not communicated, and the people, 
 who think they know all, are discontented that there is no 
 more. This was an inconvenience I foretold to the Secre- 
 tary ; but we could contrive no way to fence against it. So 
 there's politics for you. 
 
 25. The Queen is at Hampton Court ; she went on 
 Tuesday in that terrible rain. I dined with Lewis at his 
 lodgings, to dispatch some business we had. I sent this 
 morning and evening to Lord-Treasurer, and he is much 
 worse by going out ; I am in pain about evening. He has 
 sent for Dr. Radcliffe ; pray God preserve him. The Chan- 
 cellor of the Exchequer ^ showed me to-day a ballad in manu- 
 script against Lord-Treasurer and his South Sea project ; it 
 is very sharply written : if it be not printed, I will send it you. 
 If it be, it shall go in your packet of pamphlets. — I found 
 out your letter about directions for the apron, and have 
 ordered to be bought a cheap, green silk work apron ; I have 
 it by heart. I sat this evening with Mrs Barton, who is my 
 near neighbour. It was a delicious day, and I got my walk, 
 and was thinking whether MD was walking too just at that 
 time that Presto was. — This paper does not cost me a 
 farthing, I have it from the Secretary's office. I long till 
 to-morrow to know how my Lord-Treasurer sleeps this night, 
 and to hear he mends : we are all undone without him ; 
 so pray for him, sirrahs, and don't stay too late at the 
 Dean's. 
 
 26. I dined with Mrs Van ; for the weather is so bad, and 
 I am so busy, that I can't dine with great folks : and besides 
 
 ^ By a violent stretch of power St. John, on Oct. 23, committed 
 fourteen booksellers and printers to custody for printing and publishing 
 libellous pamphlets. They were continued on their own recognizances 
 till the end of the term. 
 
 * Robert Benson became Chancellor of the Exchequer in June, 171 1.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 269 
 
 I dare eat but little, to keep my head in order, which is 
 better. Lord-Treasurer is very ill, but I hope in no danger. 
 We have no quiet with the Whigs, they are so violent against 
 a peace ; but I'll cool them, with a vengeance very soon. I 
 have not heard from the Bishop of Clogher, whether he has 
 got his statues. I writ to him six weeks ago ; he's so busy 
 with his Parliament. I won't answer your letter yet, say what 
 you will, saucy girls. 
 
 27. I forgot to go about some business this morning, 
 which cost me double the time ; and I was forced to be 
 at the Secretary's office till four, and lose my dinner; so 
 I w^nt to Mrs Van's, and made them get me three herrings, 
 which I am very fond of, and they are a light victuals : 
 besides, I was to have supped at Lady Ashburnham's ; but 
 the drab did not call for us in her coach, as she promised, 
 but sent for us, and so I sent my excuses. It has been 
 a terrible rainy day, but so flattering in the morning, that I 
 would needs go out in my new hat. I met Leigh and 
 Sterne as I was going into the Park. Leigh says he will go 
 to Ireland in ten days, if he can get Sterne to go with him ; 
 so I will send him the things for MD, and I have desired 
 him to inquire about the box. I hate that Sterne for his 
 carelessness about it j but it was my fault. 
 
 29. I 'was all this terrible rainy day with my friend Lewis 
 upon business of importance ; and I dined with him, and 
 came home about seven, and thought I would amuse myself 
 a httle, after the pains I had taken. I saw a volume of 
 Congreve's plays in my room, that Patrick had taken to 
 read ; and I looked into it, and in mere loitering read in 
 it till twelve, like an owl and a fool : if ever I do so again ; ^ 
 never saw the like. Count Gallas,^ the Emperor's envoy, 
 you will hear, is in disgrace with us : the Queen has ordered 
 her ministers to have no more commerce with him ; the 
 reason is, the fool writ a rude letter to Lord Dartmouth, 
 Secretary of State, complaining of our proceedings about 
 a peace ; and he is always in close confidence with Lord 
 Wharton and Sunderland, and others of the late ministry. I 
 
 ^ He was dismissed with a message that he should no more come to 
 court, but that what his master had to communicate would be well 
 received from the hands of another minister, and that he might depart 
 from the kingdom when he thought fit.
 
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 I believe you begin to think there will be no peace ; the 
 Whigs here are sure it cannot be, and stocks are fallen again. 
 But I am confident there will, unless France plays us tricks ; 
 and you may venture a wager with any of your Whig 
 acquaintance, that we shall not have another campaign. 
 You will get more by it than by ombre, sirrah. — I let slip 
 telUng you yesterday's journal, which I thought to have done 
 this morning, but blundered. I dined yesterday at Harry 
 Coote's, with Lord Hatton, Mr Finch, a son of Lord 
 Nottingham, and Sir Andrew Fountaine. I left them soon ; 
 but hear they staid till two in the morning, and were all 
 drunk ; and so good night for last night, and good night for 
 to-night. You blundering goosecap, an't you ashamed to 
 blunder to young ladies? I shall have a fire in three or four 
 days now, oh ho. 
 
 30. I was to-day in the city concerting some things with 
 a printer, and am to be to-morrow all day busy with 
 Mr Secretary about the same. I won't tell you now ; but 
 the ministers reckon it will do abundance of good, and open 
 the eyes of the nation, who are half bewitched against 
 a peace. Few of this generation can remember any thing 
 but war and taxes, and they think it is as it should be ; 
 whereas 'tis certain we are the most undone people in 
 Europe, as I am afraid I shall make appear beyond all con- 
 tradiction. But I forgot ; I won't tell you what I will do, nor 
 what I will not do : so let me alone, and go to Stoyte, and 
 give Goody Stoyte and Catherine my humble service ; I love 
 Goody Stoyte better than Goody Walls. Who'll pay me for 
 this green apron ? I will have the money ; it cost ten shillings 
 and sixpence. I think it plaguy dear for a cheap thing ; but 
 they said that English silk would cockle, and I know not 
 what. You have the making into the bargain, 'Tis right 
 Italian : I have sent it and the pamphlets to Leigh, and 
 will send the Miscellanies and spectacles in a day or 
 two. I would send more ; but faith I'm plaguy poor at 
 present. 
 
 31. The devil's in this Secretary; when I went this 
 morning he had people with him ; but says he, we are to dine 
 with Prior to-day, and then will do all our business in the 
 afternoon : at two, Prior sends word he is otherwise enraged ; 
 then the Secretary and I go and dine with Brigadier Britton,
 
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 sit till eight, grow merry, no business done ; he is in haste to 
 see Lady Jersey ; we part, and appoint no time to meet again. 
 This is the fault of all the present ministers, teasing me to 
 death for my assistance, laying the whole weight of their 
 affairs upon it, yet slipping opportunities. Lord-Treasurer 
 mends every day, though slowly : I hope he will take care of 
 himself. Pray, will you send to Parvisol to send me a bill of 
 twenty pounds as soon as he can, for I want money. I 
 must have money ; I will have money, sirrahs. 
 
 Nov. I. I went to-day into the city to settle some busi- 
 ness with Stratford, and to dine with him ; but he was 
 engaged, and I was so angry I would not dine with any 
 other merchant, but went to my printer, and ate a bit, and 
 did business of mischief with him, and I shall have the 
 spectacles and Miscellany to-morrow, and leave them with 
 Leigh. A fine day always makes me go into the city, if I 
 can spare time, because it is exercise ; and that does me 
 more good than any thing. I have heard nothing since of 
 my head, but a Uttle, I don't know how, sometimes : but I 
 am very temperate, especially now the Treasurer is ill, and 
 the ministers often at Hampton Court, and the Secretary 
 not yet fixed in his house, and I hate dining with many of 
 my old acquaintance. Here has been a fellow discovered 
 going out of the East India House with sixteen thousand 
 pounds in money and bills ; he would have escaped, if he 
 had not been so uneasy with thirst, that he stole out before 
 his time, and was caught. But what is th9.t to MD ? I 
 wish we had the money, provided the East India Company 
 was never the worse ; you know we must not covet, &c. 
 Our weather, for this fortnight past, is chequered, a fair and 
 a rainy day ; this was very fine, and I have walked four 
 miles ; wish MD would do so, lazy sluttikins. 
 
 2. It has rained all day with a continuendo, and I went in 
 a chair to dine with Mrs Van ; always there in a very rainy 
 day. But I made a shift to come back afoot. I live a very 
 retired life, pay very few visits, and keep but very little com- 
 pany ; I read no newspapers. I am sorry I sent you the 
 Examiner, for the printer is going to print them in a small 
 volume : it seems the author is too proud to have them 
 printed by subscription, though his friends offered, they say, 
 to make it worth five hundred pounds to him The Spec-
 
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 tators are likewise printing in a larger and a smaller volume, 
 so I believe they are going to leave them off, and indeed 
 people grow weary of them, though they are often prettily 
 written. We have had no news for me to send you now 
 towards the end of my letter. The Queen has the gout a 
 little ; I hoped the Lord-Treasurer would have had it too, 
 but Radcliffe told me yesterday it was the rheumatism in his 
 knee and foot ; however he mends, and I hope will be 
 abroad in a short time. I am told they design giving away 
 several employments before the Parliament sits, which will 
 be the thirteenth instant. I either do not like, or not under- 
 stand this policy; and if Lord-Treasurer does not mend 
 soon, they must give them just before the sessions. But he 
 is the greatest procrastinator in the world. 
 
 3. A fine day this, and I walked a pretty deal : I stuffed 
 the Secretary's pockets with papers, which he must read and 
 settle at Hampton Court, where he went to-day, and stays 
 some time. They have no lodgings for me there, so I can't 
 go, for the town is small, chargeable, and inconvenient. 
 Lord-Treasurer had a very ill night last night, with much pain 
 in his knee and foot, but is easier to-day. — And so I went to 
 visit Prior about some business, and so he was not within, 
 and so Sir Andrew Fountaine made me dine to-day again 
 with Mrs. Van, and I came home soon, remembering this 
 must go to-night, and that I had a letter of MD's to answer. 
 O Lord, where is it ? let me see ; so, so, here it is. You 
 grudge writing so soon. Pox on that bill; the woman 
 would have me manage that money for her. I do not know 
 what to do with it now I have it : I am like the unprofitable 
 steward in the Gospel : I laid it up in a napkin ; there thou 
 hast what is thine own, &c. Well, well, I know of your new 
 mayor. (I'll tell you a pun ; a fishmonger owed a man two 
 crowns ; so he sent him a piece of bad ling and a tench, and 
 then said he was paid : how is that now ? find it out ; for I 
 won't tell it you : which of you finds it out ?) Well, but as I 
 was saying, what care I for your mayor ? I fancy Ford may 
 tell Forbes right about my returning to Ireland before 
 Christmas, or soon after. I'm sorry you did not go on with 
 your story about Pray God you be John ; I never heard it in 
 my life, and wonder what it can be. — Ah, Stella, faith you 
 leaned upon your Bible to think what to say when jnou writ
 
 171 l] JOURNAL TO STELLA 2/3 
 
 that. Yes, that story of the Secretary's making me an 
 example is true ; " never heard it before ; " why how could 
 you hear it ? is it possible to tell you the hundredth part of 
 what passes in our companies here ? the Secretary is as easy 
 with me as Mr Addison was. I have often thought what a 
 splutter Sir William Temple makes [made] about being Sec- 
 retary of State ; I think Mr St John the greatest young man 
 I ever knew j wit, capacity, beauty, quickness of apprehension, 
 good learning, and an excellent taste ; the best orator in the 
 House of Commons, admirable conversation, good nature, 
 and good manners ; generous, and a despiser of money. 
 His only fault is talking to his friends in way of complaint of 
 too great a load of business, which looks a little like affecta- 
 tion ; and he endeavours too much to mix the fine gentle- 
 man, and man of pleasure, with the man of business. What 
 truth and sincerity he may have I know not : he is now but 
 thirty-two, and has been Secretary above a year. Is not all 
 this extraordinary ? how he stands with the Queen and 
 Lord-Treasurer I have told you before. This is his character ; 
 and I believe you will be diverted by knowing it. I writ to 
 the Archbishop of Dublin, Bishop of Cloyne and of Clogher 
 together, five weeks ago from Windsor : I hope they had my 
 letters ; pray know if Clogher had his. — Fig for your physi- 
 cian and his advice. Madam Dingley; if I grow worse, I 
 will ; otherwise I will trust to temperance and exercise : 
 your fall of the leaf; what care I when the leaves fall ? I am 
 sorry to see them fall with all my heart ; but why should I 
 take physic because leaves fall off from trees? that won't 
 hinder them from falling. If a man falls from a horse, must 
 I take physic for that ? — This arguing makes you mad ; but 
 it is true right reason, not to be disproved. — I am glad 
 at heart to hear poor Stella is better ; use exercise and walk, 
 spend pattens and spare potions, wear out clogs and waste 
 claret. Have you found out my pun of the fishmonger ? 
 don't read a word more till you have got it. And Stella is 
 handsome again you say? and is she fat? I have sent 
 to Leigh the set of Examiners ; the first thirteen were 
 written by several hands, some good, some bad; the next 
 three-and-thirty were all by one hand, that makes forty-six : 
 then that author, whoever he was, laid it down on purpose to 
 confound guessers ; and the last six were written by a 
 
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 woman.^ Then there is an account of Guiscard by the same 
 woman, but the facts sent by Presto. Then an answer to 
 the letter to the lords about Gregg by Presto ; Prior's Journey 
 by Presto ; Vindication of the Duke of Marlborough entirely 
 by the same woman ; Comment on Hare's Sermon by the 
 same woman, only hints sent to the printer from Presto 
 to give her. Then there's the Miscellany, an apron for 
 Stella, a pound of chocolate, without sugar, for Stella, a fine 
 snuff-rasp of ivory, given me by Mrs St John for Dingley, and 
 a large roll of tobacco, which she must hide or cut shorter 
 out of modesty, and four pair of spectacles for the Lord 
 knows who. There's the cargo, I hope it will come safe. 
 O, Mrs Masham and I are very well ; we write to one 
 another, but it is upon business ; I believe I told you so 
 before : pray pardon my forgetfulness in these cases ; poor 
 Presto can't help it. MD shall have the money as soon 
 as Tooke gets it. And so I think I have answered all, 
 and the paper is out, and now I have fetched up my week, and 
 will send you another this day fortnight. — Why, you rogues, 
 two crowns make tench-ill-ling : you are so dull you could 
 never have found it out. Farewell, &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XXXIV. 
 
 London, Nov. 3, 171 1. 
 
 My thirty-third lies now before me just finished, and I am 
 going to seal and send it, so let me know whether you would 
 have me add any thing : I gave you my journal of this day ; 
 and it is now nine at night, and I am going to be busy for 
 an hour or two. 
 
 4. I left a friend's house to-day where I was invited, 
 just when dinner was setting on, and pretended I was 
 engaged, because I saw some fellows I did not know ; and 
 went to Sir Matthew Dudley's, where I had the same in- 
 convenience, but he would not let me go ; otherwise I would 
 have gone home, and sent for a slice of mutton and a pot of 
 ale, rather than dine with persons unknown, as bad, for 
 aught I know, as your deans, parsons, and curates. Bad 
 
 ^ Mrs. De la Riviere Manley.
 
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 slabby weather to-day. — Nowmethinks I write at ease, when 
 I have no letter of MD's to answer. But I mistook, and 
 have got the large paper. The Queen is laid up with the 
 gout at Hampton Court ; she is now seldom without it any 
 long time together ; I fear it will wear her out in a very few 
 years. I plainly find I have less twitchings about my toes 
 since these ministers are sick and out of town, and that I 
 don't dine with them. I would compound for a light easy 
 gout to be perfectly well in my head. — Pray walk when the 
 frost comes, young ladies go a frost-biting. It comes into- 
 my head, that, from the very time you first went to Ireland,, 
 I have been always plying you to walk and read. The young 
 fellows here have begun a kind of fashion to walk, and many 
 of them have got swingeing strong shoes on purpose ; it 
 has got as far as several young lords ; if it hold, it would 
 be a very good thing. Lady Lucy ^ and I are fallen out 
 she rails at me, and I have left visiting her. 
 
 5. MD was very troublesome to me last night in my 
 sleep ; I was a dreamed, methought, that Stella was here. I 
 asked her after Dingley, and she said she had left her in 
 Ireland, because she designed her stay to be short, and such 
 stuff. — Monsieur Pontchartain, the Secretary of State in 
 France, and Monsieur Fontenelle, the secretary of the Royal 
 Academy there, (who writ the Dialogues des Moris, qt'c.} 
 have sent letters to Lord Pembroke, that the Academy have^ 
 with the King's consent, chosen him one of their members int 
 the room of one who is lately dead. But the cautious gentle- 
 man has given me the letters to show my Lord Dartmouth 
 and Mr St John, our two Secretaries, and let them see there 
 is no treason in them ; which I will do on Wednesday, when 
 they come from Hampton Court. The letters are very hand- 
 some, and it is a very great mark of honour and distinction 
 to Lord Pembroke. I hear the two French ministers are 
 come over again about the peace ; but I have seen nobody 
 of consequence to know the truth. I dined to-day with a 
 lady of my acquaintance, who was sick, in her bedchamber, 
 upon three herrings and a chicken ; the dinner was my 
 bespeaking. We begin now to have chestnuts and Seville 
 oranges ; have you the latter yet ? 'Twas a terrible windy 
 
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 276 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 day, and we had processions in carts of the Pope and the 
 Devil, and the butchers rang their cleavers. You know this 
 is the fifth of November, Popery and gunpowder. 
 
 6. Since I am used to this way of writing, I fancy I could 
 hardly make out a long letter to M D without it. I think I ought 
 to allow for every line taken up by telling you where I dined ; 
 but that will not be above seven lines in all, half a line to a 
 dinner. Your Ingoldsby is going over, and they say here he 
 is to be made a lord. — Here was I staying in my room till 
 two this afternoon for that puppy Sir Andrew Fountaine, who 
 was to go with me into the city, and never came ; and if I 
 had not shot a dinner flying, with one Mr Murray, I might 
 have fasted, or gone to an ale-house. — You never said one 
 word of Goody Stoyte in your letter ; but I suppose these 
 winter nights we shall hear more of her. Does the provost 
 laugh as much as he used to do ? We reckon him here a 
 good-for-nothing fellow. — I design to write to your Dean one 
 of these days, but I can never find time, nor what to say. — 
 I will think of something : but if DD' were not in Ireland, I 
 believe seriously I should not think of the place twice a-year. 
 Nothing there ever makes the subject of talk in any company 
 where I am. 
 
 7. I went to-day to the city on business ; but stopped at a 
 printer's and staid there ; it was a most delicious day. I 
 hear the Parliament is to be prorogued for a fortnight longer ; 
 I suppose, either because the Queen has the gout, or that 
 Lord-Treasurer is not well, or that they would do something 
 more towards a peace. I called at Lord-Treasurer's at noon, 
 and sat a while with Lord Harley, but his father was asleep. 
 A bookseller has reprinted or new titled a sermon of Tom 
 Swift's,'' printed last year, and publishes an advertisement 
 calling it Dr Swift's Sermon. Some friend of Lord Galwa'y 
 has, by his directions, published a four shilling book about 
 his conduct in Spain, to defend him ; I have but just seen it 
 
 ' " These two initial letters include both Stella and Dingley." (Note 
 in original edition.) 
 
 2 "Noah's Dove, an Exhortation to Peace, set forth in a Sermon 
 preached on the Seventh of November, 1710, a Thanksgiving Day, by 
 Thomas Swift, A.M., formerly Chaplain to Sir William Temple, now 
 Rector of Puttenham in Surrey." This Thomas Swift was Jonathan's 
 "little parson Cousin," for whom he entertained the profoundest con- 
 tempt, and to whom the " Tale of a Tub" was sometimes ascribed.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 2// 
 
 lint what care you for books, except Presto's Miscellanies ? 
 Leigh promised to call and see me, but has not yet ; I hope 
 he will take care of his cargo, and get your Chester box. 
 A murrain take that box ; every thing is spoiled that is in it. 
 How does the strong box do ? you say nothing of Raymond : 
 is his wife brought to bed again ; or how ? has he finished 
 his house ; paid his debts ; and put out the rest of the money 
 to use? I am glad to hear poor Joe is like to get his two 
 hundred pounds. I suppose Trim is now reduced to slavery 
 again. I am glad of it ; the people were as great rascals as 
 the gentlemen. But I must go to bed sirrahs ; the Secretary 
 is still at Hampton Court with my papers, or is come only 
 to-night. They plague me with attending them. 
 
 8. I was with the Secretary this morning, and we dined 
 with Prior, and did business this afternoon till about eight ; 
 and I must alter and undo, and a clutter. I am glad the 
 ParHament is prorogued. I staid with Prior till eleven ; the 
 Secretary left us at eight. Prior, I believe, will be one of 
 those employed to make the peace, when a congress is 
 opened. Lord Ashburnham told to-day at the coffeehouse, 
 that Lord Harley was yesterday morning married to the Duke 
 of Newcastle's daughter, the great heiress, and it got about 
 all the town. But I saw Lord Harley yesterday at noon in 
 his nightgown, and he dined in the city with Prior and others ; 
 so it is not true ; but I hope it will be so ; for I know it has 
 been privately managing this long time : the lady will not 
 have half her father's estate ; for the Duke left Lord Pelham's 
 son his heir : The widow Duchess will not stand to the will ; 
 and she is now at law with Pelham. However, at worst, the 
 ^irl will have about ten thousand pounds a-year to support 
 the honour ; for Lord-Treasurer will never save a groat for 
 
 • himself. Lord Harley is a very valuable young gentleman ; 
 and they say the girl is handsome, and has good sense, but 
 red hair. 
 
 9. I designed a jaunt into the city to-day to be merry, but 
 was disappointed; so one always is in this life; and I could not 
 see Lord Dartmouth to-day, with whom I had some business. 
 Business and pleasure both disappointed. You can go to 
 your Dean, and for want of him. Goody Stoyte, or Walls, or 
 Alanley, and meet every where with cards and claret. I 
 dined privately with a friend on a herring and chicken, and
 
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 half a flask of bad Florence. I begin to have fires now, 
 when the mornings are cold. I have got some loose bricks 
 at the back of my grate for good husbandry. Fine weather. 
 Patrick tells me, my caps are wearing out. I know not how 
 to get others. I want a necessary woman strangely. I am 
 as helpless as an elephant. — I had three packets from the 
 Archbishop of Dublin, cost me four shiUings, all about 
 Higgins, printed stuff, and two long letters. His people 
 forgot to enclose them to Lewis ; and they were only 
 directed to Doctor Swift, without naming London or any 
 thing else. I wonder how they reached me, unless the post- 
 master directed them. I have read all the trash, and am 
 weary. 
 
 10. Why; if you must have it out, something is to be 
 published of great moment, and three or four great people 
 are to see there are no mistakes in point of fact : and 
 'tis so troublesome to send it among them, and get their 
 corrections, that I am weary as a dog. I dined to-day with 
 the printer, and was there all the afternoon ; and it plagues 
 me, and there's an end, and what would you have ? Lady 
 Dupplin, Lord-Treasurer's daughter, is brought to-bed of a 
 son. Lord-Treasurer has had an ugly return of his gravel. 
 'Tis good for us to live in gravel pits,' but not for gravel pits 
 to live in us ; a man in this case should leave no stone un- 
 turned. Lord-Treasurer's sickness, the Queen's gout, the 
 forwarding the peace, occasion putting off the parliament a 
 fortnight longer. My head has had no ill returns. I had 
 good walking to-day in the city, and take all opportunities of 
 it on purpose for my health ; but I can't walk in the Park, 
 because that is only for walking's sake, and loses time, so I 
 mix it with business. I wish MD walked half as much as 
 Presto. If I was with you, I'd make you walk ; I would 
 walk behind or before you, and you should have masks on, 
 and be tucked up like any thing ; and Stella is naturally a 
 stout walker, and carries herself firm ; methinks I see her 
 strut, and step clever over a kennel ; and Dingley would do 
 well enough if her petticoats were pinned up ; but she is so 
 embroiled, and so fearful, and then Stella scolds, and 
 Dingley stumbles, and is so daggled. Have you got the 
 
 ^ Kensington Gravel Pits was noted for its good air.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 2/9 
 
 whalebone petticoats among you yet ? I hate them ; a 
 woman here may hide a moderate gallant under them. 
 Pshaw, what's all this I'm saying ? Methinks I am talking 
 to MD face to face. 
 
 11. Did I tell you that old Frowde, the old fool, is selling 
 his estate at Pepperhara, and is sculking about the town 
 nobody knows where ? and who do you think manages all this 
 for him, but that rogue Child, the double squire of Farnham ? 
 I have put Mrs. Masham, the Queen's favourite, upon buying 
 it ; but that is yet a great secret ; and I have employed Lady 
 Oglethorp to inquire about it. I was with Lady Oglethorp 
 to-day, who is come to town for a week or two, and to 
 morrow I will see to hunt out the old fool ; he is utterly 
 ruined, and at this present in some blind alley with some 
 dirty wench. He has two sons that must starve, and he 
 never gives them a farthing. If Mrs Masham buys the land, 
 I will desire her to get the Queen to give some pension to 
 the old fool, to keep him from absolutely starving. What 
 do you meddle with other people's affairs for ? says Stella. 
 O but Mr Masham and his wife are very urgent with me, 
 since I first put them in the head of it. I dined with Sir 
 Matthew Dudley, who, I doubt, will soon lose his employ 
 ment. 
 
 12. Morning. I am going to hunt out old Frowde, and 
 to do some business in the city. I have not yet called to 
 Patrick to know whether it be fair. — It has been past 
 dropping these two days. Rainy weather hurts my pate and 
 my purse. He tells me 'tis very windy, and begins to look 
 dark ; woe be to my shillings ! an old saying and a true, 
 
 Few fillings, 
 Many shillings, 
 
 If the day be dark, my purse will be light. 
 
 To my enemies be this curse, 
 A dark day and a light purse. 
 
 And SO I'll rise, and go to my fire, for Patrick tells me I 
 have a fire ; yet it is not shaving-day, nor is the weather 
 cold ; this is too extravagant. What is become of Dilly ? I 
 suppose you have him with you. Stella is just now showing 
 a white leg, and putting it into the slipper. Present my
 
 28o JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 service to her, and tell her I am engaged to the Dean : and 
 desire she will come too : or, Dingley, can't you write a note ? 
 This is Stella's morning dialogue, no, morning speech I 
 mean. — Morrow, sirrahs, and let me rise as well as you ; but 
 I promise you Walls can't dine with the Dean to-day, for she 
 is to be at Mrs Proby's just after dinner, and to go with 
 (iracy Spencer to the shops to buy a yard of muslin, and a 
 silver lace for an under petticoat. Morrow again, sirrahs. — 
 At night. I dined with Stratford in the city, but could not 
 finish my affairs with him ; but now I am resolved to buy 
 five hundred pounds South Sea stock, which will cost me 
 three hundred and eighty ready money ; and I will make use 
 of the bill of a hundred pounds you sent me, and transfer 
 Mrs. Walls over to Hawkshaw ; or if she dislikes it, I will 
 borrow a hundred pounds of the Secretary, and repay her. 
 Three shillings coach-hire to-day. I have spoken to Frowde's 
 brother to get me the lowest price of the estate, to tell Mrs 
 Masham. 
 
 13. I dined privately with a friend to-day in the neigh- 
 bourhood. Last Saturday night I came home, and the drab 
 had just washed my room, and my bedchamber was all wet, 
 and I was forced to go to bed in my own defence, and no 
 fire ; I was sick on Sunday, and now have got a swingeing 
 cold. I scolded like a dog at Patrick, although he was out 
 with me ; 1 detest washing of rooms ; can't they wash them 
 in a morning, and make a fire, and leave open the windows ? 
 I slept not a wink last night for hawking and spitting : and 
 now every body has colds. Here's a clutter : I'll go to bed 
 and sleep if I can. 
 
 14. Lady Mountjoy sent to me two days ago, so I dined 
 with her to-day, and in the evening went to see Lord- 
 Treasurer. I found Patrick had been just there with a how 
 d'ye, and my lord had returned answer that he desired to see 
 me. Mrs Masham was with him when I came ; and they 
 are never disturbed : 'tis well she is not very handsome ; they 
 sit alone together settling the nation. I sat with Lady 
 O.xford, and stopped Mrs Masham as she came out, and told 
 her what progress I had made, &c. and then went to Lord- 
 Treasurer : he is very well, only uneasy at rising or sitting, 
 with some rheumatic pain in his thigh, and a foot weak. 
 He showed me a small paper, sent by an unknown hand to
 
 171 I,] JOURNAL TO STELLA 28l 
 
 one Mr Cook, who sent it to my lord : it was written in plain 
 large letters thus : 
 
 Though G d''s knife did not sticceed, 
 
 A F- rCs yet may do the deed. 
 
 And a little below ; Burn this, you dog. My lord has fre- 
 quently such letters as these : once he showed me one, which 
 was a vision describing a certain man, his dress, his sword, 
 and his countenance, who was to murder my lord. And he 
 told me, he saw a fellow in the chapel at Windsor with a 
 dress very like it. They often send him letters signed, 
 Your humble servant. The Devil, and such stuff. I sat with 
 him till after ten, and have business to do. 
 
 15. The Secretary came yesterday to town from Hampton 
 Court, so I went to him early this morning ; but he went 
 back last night again : and coming home to-night I found a 
 letter from him to tell me, that he was just come from Hamp- 
 ton Court, and just returning, and will not be here till 
 Saturday night. A pox take him ; he stops all my business. 
 I'll beg leave to come back when I have got over this ; and 
 hope to see MD in Ireland soon after Christmas. — I'm weary 
 of courts, and want my journeys to Laracor ; they did me 
 more good than all the ministries these twenty years. I 
 dined to-day in the city, but did no business as I designed. 
 Lady Mountjoy tells me, that Dilly is got to Ireland, and 
 that the Archbishop of Dublin was the cause of his returning 
 so soon. The Parliament was prorogued two days ago for a 
 fortnight, which, with the Queen's absence, makes the town 
 very dull and empty. They tell me the Duke of Ormond 
 brings all the world away with him from Ireland. London 
 has nothing so bad in it in winter as your knots of Irish 
 folks ; but I go to no coffeehouse, and so I seldom see them. 
 This letter shall go on Saturday ; and then I am even with 
 the world again. I have lent money, and cannot get it, and 
 am forced to borrow for myself. 
 
 16. My man made a blunder this morning, and let up a 
 visitor, when I had ordered to see nobody ; so I was forced 
 to hurry a hang dog instrument of mine into my bedchamber, 
 
 and keep him cooling his heels there above an hour. 1 
 
 am going on fairly in the common forms of a great cold ; I 
 believe it will last me about ten days in all. 1 should have
 
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 told you, that in those two verses sent to Lord-Treasurer, 
 
 G d stands for Guiscard ; that is easy ; but we differed 
 
 about F n ; I thought it was for Frenchman, because he 
 
 hates them, and they him : and so it would be, That although 
 Guiscard's knife missed its design, the knife of a Frenchman 
 might yet do it. My lord thinks it stands for Felton, the 
 name of him that stabbed the first Duke of Buckingham. — 
 Sir Andrew Fountaine and I dined with the Vans to-day, 
 and my cold made me loiter all the evening. Stay, young 
 women, don't you begin to owe me a letter ? just a month 
 to-day since I had your N. 22. Fll stay a week longer, and 
 then ril expect like agog ; till then you may play at ombre, 
 and so forth, as you please. The Whigs are still crying down 
 our peace, but we will have it, I hope, in spite of them : the 
 Emperor comes now with his two eggs a penny, and promises 
 wonders to continue the war ; but it is too late ; only I hope 
 the fear of it will serve to spur on the French to be easy and 
 sincere. Night, sirrahs ; Fll go early to bed. 
 
 17. Morning. This goes to-night; I will put it myself in 
 the post-office. I had just now a long letter from the Arch- 
 bishop of Dublin, giving me an account of the ending your 
 sessions, how it ended in a storm ; which storm, by the time 
 it arrives here, will be only half nature. I can't help it, I 
 won't hide. I often advised the dissolution of that Parlia- 
 ment, although I did not think the scoundrels had so much 
 courage ; but they have it only in the wrong, Uke a bully 
 that will fight for a whore, and run away in an army. I 
 believe, by several things the Archbishop says, he is not very 
 well either with the government or clergy. — See how luckily 
 my paper ends with a fortnight. — God almighty bless and pre- 
 serve dearest little MD. — I suppose your lord-lieutenant is 
 now setting out for England. I wonder the Bishop of Clogher 
 does not write to me ; or let me know of his statues, and how 
 he likes them : I will write to him again, as soon as I have 
 leisure. Farewell, dearest MD, and love Presto, who loves 
 MD infinitely above all earthly things, and who will. — My 
 service to Mrs Stoyte, and Catherine. Fm sitting in my bed ; 
 but will rise to seal this. Morrow, dear rogues. Farewell 
 again, dearest MD, &c.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA ^83 
 
 LETTER XXXV. 
 
 London, Nov. 17, 171I. 
 
 I put my last this evening in the post-office. I dined with 
 Dr Cockburn. This being Queen Ehzabeth's birthday, we 
 
 have the d and all to do among us. I just heard of the 
 
 stir as my letter was sealed this morning ; and was so cross I 
 would not open it to tell you. I have been visiting Lady 
 Oglethorpe and Lady Worsley ; the latter is lately come to 
 town for the winter, and with child, and what care you? 
 This is Queen Elizabeth's birth-day, usually kept in this 
 town by apprentices, &c. ; but the Whigs designed a mighty 
 procession by midnight, and had laid out a thousand pounds 
 to dress up the Pope, Devil, cardinals, Sacheverell, &:c. and 
 carry them with torches about, and burn them. They did it 
 by contribution. Garth gave five guineas ; Dr Garth I 
 mean, if ever you heard of him. But they were seized last 
 night, by order from the Secretary ; you will have an account 
 of it, for they bawl it about the streets already. They had 
 some very foolish and mischievous designs ; and it was 
 thought they would have put the rabble upon assaulting my 
 Lord-Treasurer's house, and the Secretary's ; and other vio- 
 lences. The militia was raised to prevent it, and now, I 
 suppose, all will be quiet. The figures are now at the Secre- 
 tary's office at Whitehall. I design to see them if I can. 
 
 18. I was this morning with Mr Secretary, who just came 
 from Hampton Court. He was telling me more particulars 
 about this business of burning the Pope. It cost a great 
 deal of money, and had it gone on, would have cost three 
 times as much : but the town is full of it, and half a dozen 
 Grub Street papers already. The secretary and I dined at 
 Brigadier Britton's, but I left them at six, upon an appoint- 
 ment with some sober company of men and ladies, to drink 
 punch at Sir Andrew Fountaine's. We were not very merry ; 
 and I don't love rack punch, I love it better with brandy ; 
 are you of my opinion ? Why then, twelvepenny weather ; 
 sirrahs, why don't you play at shuttlecock ? I have thought 
 of it a hundred times ; faith Presto will come over after 
 Christmas, and will play with Stella before the cold weather 
 is gone. Do you read the Spectators? I never do; they
 
 284 JOURNAL TO STELLA [NoV. 
 
 never come in my way ; I go to no coffeehouses. They say 
 abundance of them are very pretty ; they are going to be 
 printed in small volumes ; I'll bring them over with me. I 
 shall be out of my hurry in a week, and if Leigh be not gone 
 over, I will send you by him what I am now finishing. I 
 don't know where Leigh is ; I have not seen him this good 
 while, though he promised to call : I shall send to him. The 
 queen comes to town on Thursday for good and all. 
 
 19. I was this morning at Lord Dartmouth's office, and 
 sent out for him from the committee of council, about some 
 business. I was asking him more concerning this bustle 
 about the figures in wax-work of the Pope, and Devil, &c. 
 He was not at leisure, or he would have seen them. I hear 
 the owners are so impudent, that they design to replevin 
 them by law. I am assured that the figure of the Devil is 
 made as like Lord-Treasurer as they could. Why ; I dined 
 with a friend in St James's Street. Lord-Treasurer, I am 
 told, was abroad to-day ; I will know to-morrow how he does 
 after it. The Duke of Marlborough is come, and was yester- 
 day at Hampton Court with the Queen ; no, it was t'other 
 day ; no, it was yesterday ; for to-day I remember Mr. 
 Secretary was going to see him, when I was there, not at the 
 Duke of Marlborough's, but at the Secretary's ; the Duke is 
 not so fond of me. What care I ? I won seven shillings 
 to-night at picquet : I play twice a year or so. 
 
 20. I have been so teased with Whiggish discourse by 
 Mrs Barton and Lady Betty Germain, never saw the like. 
 They turn all this affair of the Pope-burning into ridicule ; 
 and, indeed, they have made too great a clutter about it, if 
 they had no real reason to apprehend some tumults. I 
 dined with Lady Betty. I hear Prior's commission is passed 
 to be ambassador extraordinary and plenipotentiary for the 
 peace ; my lord Privy Seal, who you know is Bishop of 
 Bristol, is the other ; and Lord Strafford, already ambassador 
 at the Hague, the third : I am forced to tell you, ignorant 
 sluts, who is who. I was punning scurvily with Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine and Lord Pembroke this evening ; do you ever 
 pun now ? Sometimes with the Dean, or Tom I^eigh. Prior 
 puns very well. Odso, I must go see his excellency, 'tis a 
 noble advancement : but they could do no less, after sending 
 him to France. Lord Strafford is as proud as Hell, and how
 
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 he will bear one of Prior's mean birth on an equal character 
 with him, I know not. And so I go to my business, and bid 
 you good night. 
 
 21. I was this morning busy with my printer; I gave him 
 the fifth sheet, and then I went and dined with him in the 
 city, to correct something, and alter, &c. and I walked home 
 in the dusk, and the rain overtook me : and I found a letter 
 here from Mr Lewis ; well, and so I opened it ; and he says, 
 the peace is past danger, &c. Well ; and so there was 
 another letter enclosed in his ; well ; and so I looked on the 
 outside of this t'other letter. Well ; and so who do you 
 think this t'other letter was from ? Well ; and so I'll tell you, 
 it was from little MD, N. 23, 23, 23, 23. I tell you it is no 
 more, I have told you so before : but I just looked again to 
 satisfy you. Hie, Stella, you write like an emperor, a great 
 deal together ; a very good hand, and but four false spellings 
 in all. Shall I send them to you ? I am glad you did not 
 take my correction ill. Well ; but I won't answer your letter 
 now, sirrah saucy boxes, no, no ; not yet ; just a month and 
 three days from the last, which is just five weeks : you see it 
 comes just when I begin to grumble. 
 
 22. Morning. Tooke has just brought me Dingley's 
 money. I will give you a note for it at the end of this letter. 
 There was half-a-crown for entering the letter of attorney : 
 but I swore to stop that. I'll spend your money bravely 
 here. Morrow, dear sirrahs. 
 
 At night. I dined to-day with Sir Thomas Hanmer ; 
 
 his wife, the Duchess of Grafton,^ dined with us : she wears 
 a great high head-dress, such as was in fashion fifteen years 
 ago, and looks like a mad woman in it ; yet she has great 
 remains of beauty. I was this evening to see Lord Harley, 
 and thought to have sat with Lord-Treasurer, but he was taken 
 up with the Dutch envoy and such folks ; and I would not 
 stay. One particular in life here, different from what I have 
 in Dublin, is, that whenever I come home I expect to find 
 some letter for me, and seldom miss ; and never any worth 
 a farthing, but often to vex me. The queen does not come 
 to town till Saturday. Prior is not yet declared ; but these 
 ministers being at Hampton Court, I know nothing ; and if 
 
 ^ Daughter of the Earl of Arlington, and widow of the first Duke of 
 Grafton.
 
 286 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 I write news from common hands, it is always lies. You 
 will think it affectation ; but nothing has vexed me more for 
 some months past, than people I never saw pretending to be 
 acquainted with me, and yet speak ill of me too ; at least 
 some of them. An old crooked Scotch countess, whom I 
 never heard of in my life, told the Duchess of Hamilton 
 t'other day, that I often visited her. People of worth never 
 do that; so that a man only gets the scandal of having 
 scurvy acquaintance. Three ladies were railing against me 
 some time ago, and said they were very well acquainted with 
 me ; two of which I had never heard of; and the third I had 
 only seen twice where I happened to visit. A man who 
 has once seen me in a coffeehouse will ask me how I do, 
 when he sees me talking at court with a minister of state ; 
 who is sure to ask me, how I came acquainted with that 
 scoundrel. But come, sirrahs, this is all stuff to you, so I'll 
 say no more on this side the paper, but turn over. 
 
 23. My printer invited Mr Lewis and me to dine at a 
 tavern to-day, which I have not done five times since I came 
 to England ; I never will call it Britain, pray don't call it 
 Britain. My week is not out, and one side of this paper is 
 out, and I have a letter to answer of MD's into the bargain : 
 must I write on the third side ? faith that will give you an 
 ill habit. I saw Leigh last night ; he gives a terrible account 
 of Sterne ; he reckons he is seduced by some wench ; he is 
 over head and ears in debt, and has pawned several things. 
 Leigh says he goes on Monday next for Ireland, but believes 
 Sterne will not go with him ; Sterne has kept him these 
 three months. Leigh has got the apron and things, and 
 promises to call for the box at Chester ; but I despair of it. 
 Good night, sirrahs ; I have been late abroad. 
 
 24. I have finished my pamphlet to-day, which has cost 
 me so much time and trouble ; it will be published in three 
 or four days, when the Parliament begins sitting. I suppose 
 the Queen is come to town, but know nothing, having been 
 in the city finishing and correcting with the printer. When 
 I came home, I found letters on my table as usual, and one 
 from your mother, to tell me, that you desire your writings 
 and a picture should be sent to me, to be sent over to you. 
 I have just answered her letter, and promised to take care of 
 them if they be sent to me. She is at Farnham : it is too
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 287 
 
 late to send them by Leigh ; besides, I will wait your orders, 
 Madam Stella. I am going to finish a letter to Lord- 
 Treasurer about reforming our language ; but first I must 
 put an end to a ballad ; and go you to your cards, sirrahs, 
 this is card season. 
 
 25. I was early with the Secretary to-day, but he was gone 
 to his devotions, and to receive the sacrament ; several rakes 
 did the same ; it was not for piety, but employments ; accord- 
 ing to act of parliament. I dined with Lady Mary Dudley ; 
 and passed my time since insipidly, only I was at court at 
 noon, and saw fifty acquaintance I had not met this long 
 time : that is the advantage of a court, and I fancy I am 
 better known than any man that goes there. Sir John 
 Walters' quarrel with me has entertained the town ever since ; 
 and yet we never had a word, only he railed at me behind 
 my back. The Parliament is again to be prorogued for eight 
 or nine days ; for the Whigs are too strong in the House of 
 Lords : other reasons are pretended, but that is the truth. 
 The prorogation is not yet known, but will be to-morrow. 
 
 26. Mr Lewis and I dined with a friend of his, and un- 
 expectedly there dined with us an Irish knight, one Sir John 
 St Leger,^ who follows the law here, but at a great distance : 
 he was so pert, I was forced to take him down more than 
 once. I saw to-day the Pope, and Devil, and the other 
 figures of cardinals, &c. fifteen in all, which have made such 
 a noise. I have put an under-strapper upon writing a two- 
 penny pamphlet^ to give an account of the whole design. 
 My large pamphlet ' will be published to-morrow ; copies are 
 sent to the great men this night. Domville * is come home 
 from his travels ; I am vexed at it : I have not seen him yet ; 
 I design to present him to all the great men. 
 
 27. Domville came to me this morning, and we dined at 
 Pontack's, and were all day together, till six this evening ; he 
 is perfectly as fine a gentleman as I know ; he set me down 
 at Lord-Treasurer's, with whom I staid about an hour, till 
 Monsieur Buys, the Dutch envoy, came to him about 
 
 ^ " Afterwards a judge in Ireland." (Scott.) 
 
 * " Relation of the Facts and Circumstances of the Intended Riot on 
 Queen's Elizabeth's Birthday." 
 
 '■' " The Conduct of the Allies." 
 
 * William Domville, of Longman's Town, in the county of Dublin.
 
 288 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 business. My Lord-Treasurer is pretty well ; but stiff in the 
 hips with the remains of the rheumatism. I am to bring 
 Domville to my Lord Harley in a day or two. It was the 
 dirtiest rainy day that ever I saw. The pamphlet is pub- 
 lished ; Lord-Treasurer had it by him on the table, and was 
 asking me about the mottoes in the title-page ; he gave me 
 one of them himself. I must send you the pamphlet, if I 
 can. 
 
 28. Mrs Van sent to me to dine with her to-day, because 
 some ladies of my acquaintance were to be there ; and there 
 I dined. I was this morning to return Domville his visit, 
 and went to visit Mrs Masham, who was not within. I am 
 turned out of my lodging by my landlady : it seems her 
 husband and her son are coming home ; but I have taken 
 another lodging hard by, in Leicester Fields. I presented 
 Mr Domville to Mr Lewis and Mr Prior this morning. Prior 
 and I are called the two Sosias, in a Whig newspaper. Sosias, 
 can you read it ? The pamphlet begins to make a noise ; I 
 was asked by several whether I had seen it, and they advised 
 me to read it, for it was something very extraordinary. I shall 
 be suspected ; and it will have several paltry answers. It must 
 take its fate, as Savage said of his sermon that he preachtd 
 at Farnham on Sir William Temple's death. Domville saw 
 Savage in Italy, and says he is a coxcomb,-and half mad : he 
 goes in red, and with yellow waistcoats, and was at ceremony 
 kneeling to the Pope on a Palm Sunday, which is much more 
 than kissing his toe ; and I believe it will ruin him here when 
 'tis told. I'll answer your letter in my new lodgings : I have 
 hardly room ; I must borrow from the other side. 
 
 29. New lodgings. My printer came this morning to tell 
 me he must immediately print a second edition, and Lord- 
 Treasurer made one or two small additions : they must work 
 day and night to have it out on Saturday ; they sold a 
 thousand in two days. Our Society met to-day, nine of us 
 were present, we dined at our brother Bathurst's : we made 
 several regulations, and have chosen three new members. Lord 
 Orrery, Jack Hill, who is Mrs Masham's brother, he that 
 lately miscarried in the expedition to Quebec, and one 
 Colonel Disney. — We have taken a room in a house near St 
 James's to meet in. I left them early about correcting the 
 pamphlet, &c. and am now got home, &c.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 289 
 
 30. This morning I carried Domville to see my Lord 
 Harley, and I did some business with Lord-Treasurer, and 
 have been all this afternoon with the printer, adding some- 
 thing to the second edition. I dined with the printer ; the 
 pamphlet makes a world of noise, and will do a great deal of 
 good : it tells abundance of most important facts which were 
 not at all known. I'll answer your letter to-morrow morning ; 
 or suppose I answer it just now, though it is pretty late. 
 Come then. — You say you are busy with Parliaments, &c. ; 
 that's more than ever I will be when I come back ; but you 
 will have none these two years. Lord Santry, &c. yes, I 
 have had enough on't. I am glad Dilly is mended ; does 
 not he thank me for showing him the court and the great 
 people's faces ? He had his glass out at the Queen and the 
 rest. 'Tis right what Dilly says; I depend upon nothing 
 from my friends, but to go back as I came. Never fear 
 Laracor, 'twill mend with a peace, or surely they'll give me 
 the Dublin parish. Stella is in the right; the Bishop of 
 Ossory is the silliest, best-natured wretch breathing, of as 
 litrie consequence as an egg-shell. Well, the spelling I have 
 mentioned before ; only the next time say at least, and not 
 at lest. Pox on your Newbury : what can I do for him ? 
 I'll give his case (I am glad it is not a woman's) to what 
 members I know; that's all I can do. Lord-Treasurer's 
 lameness goes off daily. Pray God preserve poor good 
 Mrs Stoyte, she would be a great loss to us all ; pray give 
 her my service, and tell her she has my heartiest prayers. I 
 pity poor Mrs Manley ; but I think the child is happy to 
 die, considering how little provision it would have had. — 
 Poh, every pamphlet abuses me, and for things that I never 
 writ. Joe should have written me thanks for his two hundred 
 pounds : I reckon he got it by my means ; and I must thank 
 the Duke of Ormond, who I dare swear will say he did it on 
 my account. Are they golden pippins, those seven apples ? 
 We have had much rain every day as well as you. ;^7 i is. M. 
 old blunderer, not i8.y. : I have reckoned it eighteen times. 
 Hawkshaw's eight pounds is not reckoned: and if it be 
 secure, it may lie where it is, unless they desire to pay it : 
 so Parvisol may let it drop till farther orders ; for I have put 
 Mrs Wesley's money into the bank, and will pay her with 
 
 Hawkshaw's. 1 mean that Hawkshaw's money goes for 
 
 n. u
 
 290 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov. 
 
 an addition to MD, you know ; but be good housewives. 
 Bernage never comes now to see me ; he has no more to 
 ask ; but I hear he has been ill. — A pox on Mrs South's 
 affair ; I can do nothing in it, but by way of assisting any 
 body else that solicits it, by dropping a favourable word, if 
 it comes in my way. Tell Walls I do no more for any body 
 with my Lord-Treasurer, especially a thing of this kind. 
 Tell him I have spent all my discretion, and have no more 
 
 to use. And so I have answered your letter fully and 
 
 plainly. — And so I have got to the third side of my paper, 
 which is more than belongs to you, young women. It 
 goes to-morrow, To nobody's sorrow. You are silly, not 
 
 I ; I'm a poet, if I had but, &c. Who's silly now ? rogues 
 
 and lasses, tinderboxes and buzzards. O Lord, I am in a 
 high vein of silliness ; methought I was speaking to dearest 
 little MD face to face. There ; so lads, enough for to- 
 night ; to cards with the blackguards. Good-night, my 
 deUght, &c. 
 
 Dec. I. Pish, sirrahs, put a date always at the bottom of 
 your letter, as well as the top, that I may know when you 
 send it ; your last is of November 3, yet I had others at the 
 same time, written a fortnight after. Whenever you would 
 have any money, send me word three weeks before, and in 
 that time you will certainly have an answer, with a bill on 
 Parvisol : pray do this ; for my head is full, and it will ease 
 
 my memory. Why, I think I quoted to you some of 's 
 
 letter, so you may imagine how witty the rest was ; for it 
 was all of a bunch, as Goodman Peesley says. Pray let us 
 have no more bussiness, but busyness : the deuce take me if 
 I know how to spell it ; your wrong spelling, Madam Stella, 
 has put me out : it does not look right ; let me see, bussiness, 
 busyness, biisiness, bisyness, bisness, bysness ; faith, I know not 
 which is right, I think the second ; I believe I never writ 
 the word in my life before ; yes, sure I must though ; 
 
 business, busyness, bisyness. 1 have perplexed myself, and 
 
 can't do it. Prithee ask Walls. Business, I fancy that's 
 right. Yes it is ; I looked in my own pamphlet, and found 
 it twice in ten lines, to convince you that I never writ it 
 before. O, now I see it as plain as can be ; so yours is 
 only an s too much. The Parliament will certainly meet on 
 Friday next; the Whigs will have a great majority in the
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 29I 
 
 House of Lords, no care is taken to prevent it ; there is too 
 much neglect; they are warned of it, and that signifies 
 nothing : it was feared there would be some peevish address 
 from the Lords against a peace. 'Tis said about the town, 
 that several of the allies begin now to be content that a 
 peace should be treated. This is all the news I have. The 
 Queen is pretty well ; and so now I bid poor dearest MD 
 farewell till to-night, then I will talk with them again. 
 
 The fifteen images that I saw were not worth forty pounds, 
 so I stretched a little when I said a thousand. The Grub 
 Street account of that tumult is published. The devil is not 
 like Lord-Treasurer : they were all in your odd antic masks, 
 bought in common shops. I fear Prior will not be one of 
 the plenipotentiaries. 
 
 I was looking over this letter, and find I make many mis- 
 takes of leaving out words; so 'tis impossible to find my 
 meaning, unless you be conjurors. I will take more care for 
 the future, and read over every day just what I have written 
 that day, which will take up no time to speak of. 
 
 LETTER XXXVL 
 
 London, Dec. i, 17 11. 
 
 My last was put in this evening. I intended to dine with 
 Mr Masham to-day, and called at White's chocolate-house 
 to see if he was there. Lord Wharton saw me at the door, 
 and I saw him, but took no notice, and was going away, 
 but he came through the crowd, called after me, and asked 
 me how I did, &c. This was pretty; and I believe he 
 wished every word he spoke was a halter to hang me. 
 Masham did not dine at home, so I ate with a friend in the 
 neighbourhood. The printer has not sent me the second 
 edition ; I know not the reason, for it certainly came out to- 
 day; perhaps they are glutted with it already. I found a 
 letter from Lord Harley on my table, to tell me that his 
 father desires I would make two small alterations. I am 
 going to be busy, &c. 
 
 2. Morning. See the blunder ; I was making it the 
 37th day of the month, from the number above. Well, but 
 I am staying here for old Frowde, who appointed to call
 
 292 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 this morning : I am ready dressed to go to church : I sup- 
 pose he dare not stir out but on Sundays.^ The printer 
 called early this morning, told me the second edition went 
 off yesterday in five hours, and he must have a third ready 
 to-morrow, for they might have sold half another : his men 
 are all at work with it, though it be Sunday. This old fool 
 will not come, and I shall miss church. Morrow, sirrahs. — 
 At night. I was at court to-day; the Queen is well, and 
 walked through part of the rooms. I dined with the 
 Secretary, and dispatched some business. He tells me, the 
 Dutch envoy designs to complain of that pamphlet. The 
 noise it malces is extraordinary. It is fit it should answer 
 the pains I have been at about it. I suppose it will be 
 printed in Ireland. Some lay it to Prior, others to Mr 
 Secretary St John, but I am always the first they lay every 
 thing to. I'll go sleep, &c. 
 
 3. I have ordered Patrick not to let any odd fellow come 
 up to me ; and a fellow would needs speak with me from 
 Sir George Prettyman. I had never heard of him, and 
 would not see the messenger : but at last it proved that this 
 Sir George has sold his estate, and is a beggar. Smithers, 
 the Farnham carrier, brought me this morning a letter from 
 your mother, with three papers enclosed of Lady Gifford's 
 writing ; one owning some exchequer business of ;^ioo to 
 be Stella's ; another for ;^ioo that she has of yours, which 
 I made over to you for Mariston ; and a third for ;^3oo ; 
 the last is on stamped paper.'* I think they had better He 
 in England in some good hand till Lady Gifford dies ; and 
 I will think of some such hand before I come over. I was 
 asking Smithers about all the people of Farnham. Mrs 
 White has left off dressing, is troubled with lameness and 
 swelled legs, and seldom stirs out; but her old hang-dog 
 husband as hearty as ever. I was this morning with Lord- 
 Treasurer, about something he would have altered in the 
 pamphlet; but it can't be till the fourth edition, which I 
 Delieve will be soon ; for I dined with the printer, and he 
 tells me they have sold off half the third. Mrs Percival and 
 her daughter have been in town these three weeks, which I 
 
 ^ Debtors were not liable to arrest on Sunday. 
 
 * Esther Johnson had left £s^ i^ Lady Giffard's hands. This is 
 now repaid.
 
 I/Il] JOURNAL TO STELLA 293 
 
 never heard t^iU to-day ; and Mrs Wesley is come to town 
 too, to consult Dr Radcliffe. The Whigs are resolved to 
 bring that pamphlet into the House of Lords to have it 
 condemned, so I hear. But the printer will stand to it, and 
 not own the author ; he must say he had it from the penny- 
 post. Some people talk as if the House of Lords would do 
 some peevish thing ; for the Whigs are now a great majority 
 in it ; our ministers are too negligent of such things : I have 
 never slipped giving them warning ; some of them are sensible 
 of it; but Lord-Treasurer stands too much upon his own 
 legs. I fancy his good fortune will bear him out in every 
 thing ; but in reason I should think this ministry to stand 
 very unsteady ; if they can carry a peace, they may hold ; I 
 believe not else. 
 
 4. Mr Secretary sent to me to-day to dine with him alone ; 
 but we had two more with us, which hindered me doing 
 some business. I was this morning with young Harcourt, 
 secretary to our Society, to take a room for our weekly 
 meetings ; and the fellow asked us five guineas a-week only 
 to have leave to dine once a-week ; was not that pretty ? so 
 we broke off with him, and are to dine next Thursday at 
 Harcourt's, (he is Lord- Keeper's son.) They have sold off 
 above half the third edition, and answers are coming out : 
 the Dutch envoy refused dining with Dr Davenant, because 
 he was suspected to write it : I have made some alterations 
 in every edition, and it has cost me more trouble, for the 
 time, since the printing, than before. 'Tis sent over to Ire- 
 land, and I suppose you will have it reprinted. 
 
 5. They are now printing the fourth edition, which is 
 reckoned very extraordinary, considering 'tis a dear twelve- 
 penny book, and not bought up in numbers by the party to 
 give away, as the Whigs do, but purely upon its own strength. 
 I have got an under spur-leather to write an Examiner again, 
 and the Secretary and I will now and then send hints ; but 
 we would have it a little upon the Grub Street, to be a 
 match for their writers. I dined with Lord-Treasurer to-day 
 at five : he dined by himself after his family, and drinks no 
 claret yet, for fear of his rheumatism, of which he is almost 
 well. He was very pleasant, as he is always : yet I fancied 
 he was a little touched with the present posture of affairs. 
 The Elector of Hanover's minister here has given in a violent
 
 294 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 memorial against the peace, and caused it to be printed. 
 The Whig lords are doing their utmost for a majority against 
 Friday, and design, if they can, to address the Queen against 
 the peace. Lord Nottingham, a famous Tory and speech- 
 maker, is gone over to the Whig side : they toast him daily, 
 and Lord Wharton says. It is Dismal (so they call him from 
 his looks) will save England at last. Lord-Treasurer was 
 hinting as if he wished a ballad was made on him, and I 
 will get up one against to-morrow. He gave me a scurrilous 
 printed paper of bad verses on himself, under the name of 
 the English Catiline, and made me read them to the com- 
 pany. It was his birth-day, which he would not tell us, but 
 Lord Harley whispered it to me. 
 
 6. I was this morning making the ballad, two degrees 
 above Grub Street ; at noon I paid a visit to Mrs Masham, 
 and then went to dine with our Society. , Poor Lord-Keeper 
 dined below stairs, I suppose, on a bit of mutton. We chose 
 two members ; we were eleven met, the greatest meeting we 
 ever had : I am next week to introduce Lord Orrery. The 
 printer came before we parted, and brought the ballad, which 
 made them laugh very heartily a dozen times. He is going 
 to print the pamphlet in small, a fifth edition, to be taken 
 off by friends, and sent into the country. A sixpenny 
 answer is come out, good for nothing, but guessing me, 
 among others, for the author. To-morrow is the fatal day 
 for the Parliament meeting, and we are full of hopes and 
 fears. We reckon we have a majority of ten on our side in 
 the House of Lords ; yet I observed Mrs Masham a little 
 uneasy ; she assures me the queen is stout. The Duke of 
 Marlborough has not seen the queen for some days past ; 
 Mrs Masham is glad of it, because she says he tells a 
 hundred lies to his friends of what she says to him : he is one 
 day humble, and the next day on the high ropes. The Duke 
 of Ormond, they say, will be in town to-night by twelve. 
 
 7. This being the day the Parliament was to meet, and 
 the great question to be determined, I went with Dr Freind 
 to dine in the city, on purpose to be out of the way, and we 
 sent our printer to see what was our fate ; but he gave us a 
 most melancholy account of things. The Earl of Nottingham 
 began, and spoke against a peace, and desired that in their 
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 to make a peace without Spain ; which was debated, and 
 carried by the Whigs by about six voices : and this has 
 happened entirely by my Lord-Treasurer's neglect, who did 
 not take timely care to make up all his strength, although 
 every one of us gave him caution enough. Nottingham has 
 certainly been bribed. The question is yet only carried in 
 the committee of the whole House, and we hope when it is 
 reported to the House to-morrow, we shall have a majority, 
 by some Scotch lords coming to town. However, it is a 
 mighty blow and loss of reputation to Lord-Treasurer, and 
 may end in his ruin. I hear the thing only as the printer 
 brought it, who was at the debate ; but how the ministry 
 take it, or what their hopes and fears are, I cannot tell until 
 I see them. I shall be early with the Secretary to-morrow, 
 and then I will tell you more, and shall write a full account 
 to the Bishop of Clogher to-morrow, and to the Archbishop 
 of Dublin, if I have time. I am horribly down at present. 
 I long to know how Lord-Treasurer bears this, and what 
 remedy he has. The Duke of Ormond came this day to 
 town, and was there. 
 
 8. I was early this morning with the Secretary, and talked 
 over this matter. He hoped, that, when it was reported this 
 day in the House of Lords, they would disagree with their 
 committee, and so the matter would go off, only with a little 
 loss of reputation to the Lord-Treasurer. I dined with Mr 
 Cockburn, and after, a Scotch member came in, and told us 
 that the clause was carried against the court in the House of 
 Lords almost two to one. I went immediately to Mrs 
 Masham, and meeting Dr Arbuthnot, (the Queen's favourite 
 physician,) we went together. She was just come from 
 waiting at the Queen's dinner, and going to her own. She 
 had heard nothing of the thing being gone against us. It 
 seems Lord-Treasurer had been so negligent, that he was 
 with the Queen while the question was put in the House : I 
 immediately told Mrs. Masham, that either she and Lord- 
 Treasurer had joined with the Queen to betray us, or that 
 they two were betrayed by the Queen : she protested 
 solemnly it was not the former, and I believed her ; but she 
 gave me some lights to suspect the Queen is changed. For, 
 yesterday when the Queen was going from the House, where 
 she sat to hear the debate, the Duke of Shrewsbury, Lord-
 
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 Chamberlain, asked her, whether he or the Great Chamber- 
 lain Lindsay ^ ought to lead her out ; she answered short, 
 Neither of you, and gave her hand to the Duke of Somerset, 
 who was louder than any in the House for the clause against 
 peace. She gave me one or two more instances of this sort, 
 which convince me that the Queen is false, or at least very 
 much wavering. Mr. Masham begged us to stay, because 
 Lord-Treasurer would call, and we were resolved to fall on 
 him about his negligence in securing a majority. He came, 
 and appeared in good humour as usual, but I thought his 
 countenance was much cast down. I rallied him, and 
 desired him to give me his staff, which he did ; I told him, 
 if he would secure it me a week, I would set all right : he 
 asked, how ? I said, I would immediately turn Lord Marl- 
 borough, his two daughters, the Duke and Duchess of 
 Somerset, and Lord Cholmondely,^ out of all their employ- 
 ments ; and I believe he had not a friend but was of my 
 opinion. Arbuthnot asked, how he came not to secure a 
 majority ? He could answer nothing, but that he could not 
 help it, if people would lie and forswear. A poor answer 
 for a great minister. There fell from him a Scripture ex- 
 pression, that the hearts of kings are unsearchable. I told 
 him, it was what I feared, and was from him the worst news 
 he could tell me. I begged him to know what he had 
 to trust to : he stuck a little ; but at last bid me not fear, 
 for all would be well yet. We would fain have had him 
 eat a bit where he was, but he would go home, it was past 
 six : he made me go home with him. There we found his 
 brother and Mr Secretary. He made his son take a list 
 of all in the House of Commons who had places, and yet 
 voted against the court, in such a manner as if they should 
 lose their places : I doubt he is not able to compass it. 
 Lord-Keeper came in an hour, and they were going upon 
 business. So I left him, and returned to Mrs Masham; but she 
 had company with her, and I would not stay. — This is a 
 long journal, and of a day that may produce great altera- 
 tions, and hazard the ruin of England. The Whigs are all 
 
 ^ Marquis of Lindsay, afterwards Duke of Ancaster. 
 
 ^ The Earl of Cholmondeley was Treasurer of the Queen's House- 
 hold, and Lord Lieutenant of Chester and of North Wales. He was 
 not deprived of his office till 171 3.
 
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 in triumph ; they foretold how all this would be, but we 
 thought it boasting. Nay, they said the Parliament should 
 be dissolved before Christmas, and perhaps it may : this is 
 all your d — d Duchess of Somerset's doings. I warned 
 them of it nine months ago, and a hundred times since : 
 the Secretary always dreaded it. I told Lord-Treasurer, I 
 should have the advantage of him ; for he would lose his 
 head, and I should only be hanged, and so carry my body 
 entire to the grave. 
 
 9. I was this morning with Mr Secretary ; we are both of 
 opinion that the Queen is false. I told him what I heard, 
 and he confirmed it by other circumstances. I then went to 
 my friend Lewis, who had sent to see me. He talks of 
 nothing but retiring to his estate in Wales. He gave me 
 reasons to believe the whole matter is settled between the 
 Queen and the Whigs; he hears that Lord Somers is to 
 be Treasurer, and believes, that sooner than turn out the 
 Duchess of Somerset, she will dissolve the Parliament, and 
 get a Whiggish one, which may be done by managing elec- 
 tions. Things are now in the crisis, and a day or two will 
 determine. I have desired him to engage Lord-Treasurer, 
 that as soon as he finds the change is resolved on, he will 
 send me abroad as Queen's secretary somewhere or other, 
 where I may remain till the new ministers recal me ; and 
 then I will be sick for five or six months till the storm has 
 spent itself. I hope he will grant me this ; for I should 
 hardly trust myself to the mercy of my enemies while their 
 anger is fresh. I dined to-day with the Secretary, who 
 afiFects mirth, and seems to hope all will yet be well. I took 
 him aside after dinner, told him how I had served them, 
 and had asked no reward, but thought I might ask security ; 
 and then desired the same thing of him, to send me abroad 
 before a change. He embraced me, and swore he would 
 take the same care of me as himself, &c. but bid me have 
 courage, for that in two days my Lord-Treasurer's wisdom 
 would appear greater than ever ; that he suffered all that 
 had happened on purpose, and had taken measures to turn 
 it to advantage. I said, God send it ; but I do not believe a 
 syllable ; and, as far as I can Judge, the game is lost. I 
 shall know more soon, and my letters will at least be a good 
 history to show you the steps of this change.
 
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 10. I wcis this morning with Lewis, who thinks they will 
 let the Parliament sit till they have given the money, and 
 then dissolve them in spring, and break the ministry. He 
 spoke to Lord-Treasurer about what I desired him. My 
 lord desired him with great earnestness to assure me, that all 
 would be well, and that I should fear nothing. I dined in 
 the city with a friend. This day the Commons went to the 
 Queen with their address, and all the lords who were for the 
 peace went with them, to show their zeal. I have now some 
 farther conviction that the Queen is false, and it begins to be 
 known. 
 
 11. I went between two and three to see Mrs Masham; 
 while I was there she went to her bed-chamber to try a 
 petticoat. Lord-Treasurer came in to see her, and seeing 
 me in the outer-room, fell a rallying me : says he, you had 
 better keep company with me, than with such a fellow 
 as Lewis, who has not the soul of a chicken, nor the heart of 
 a mite. Then he went into Mrs Masham, and as he came 
 back desired her leave to let me go home with him to 
 dinner. He asked, whether I was not afraid to be seen with 
 him. I said, I never valued my Lord-Treasurer in my life, 
 and therefore should have always the same esteem for 
 Mr Harley and Lord Oxford. He seemed to talk con- 
 fidently, as if he reckoned that all this would turn to ad- 
 vantage. I could not forbear hinting, that he was not sure 
 of the Queen ; and that those scoundrel, starving lords 
 would never have dared to vote against the court, if Somerset 
 had not assured them, that it would please the Queen. He 
 said, that was true, and Somerset did so. I staid till six; 
 then De Buys, the Dutch envoy, came to him, and I left 
 him. Prior was with us a while after dinner. I see hira 
 and all of them cast down ; though they make the best of it. 
 
 1 2. Ford is come to town ; I saw him last night ; he is in 
 no fear, but sanguine, although I have told him the state of 
 things. This change so resembles the last,^ that I wonder 
 they do not observe it. The Secretary sent for me yesterday 
 to dine with him, but I was abroad ; I hope he had some- 
 thing to say to me. This is morning, and I write in bed. I 
 am going to the Duke of Ormond, whom I have not yet 
 
 ^ The late Whig ministry was displaced by the triumph of one 
 bed-chamber woman over another, and so might this Tory ministry.
 
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 seen. Morrow, sirrahs. — At night. I was to see the Duke 
 of Ormond this morning : he asked me two or three ques- 
 tions after his civil way, and they related to Ireland : at last 
 I told him, that, from the time I had seen him, I never once 
 thought of Irish affairs. He whispered me, that he hoped I 
 had done some good things here : I said, if every body else 
 had done half as much, we should not be as we are : then 
 we went aside, and talked over affairs. I told him how all 
 things stood, and advised him what was to be done. I then 
 went and sat an hour with the Duchess ; then as long with 
 Lady Oglethorp, who is so cunning a devil, that I believe she 
 could yet find a remedy, if they would take her advice. I 
 dined with a friend at court. 
 
 13. I was this morning with the Secretary ; he will needs 
 pretend to talk as if things would be well ; will you believe 
 it, said he, if you see these people turned out ? I said, yes, 
 if I saw the Duke and Duchess of Somerset out : he swore, 
 if they were not, he would give up his place. Our Society 
 dined to-day at Sir William Wyndham's j we were thirteen 
 present. Lord Orrery and two other members were intro- 
 duced ; I left them at seven. I forgot to tell you, that the 
 printer told me yesterday, that Morphew, the publisher, was 
 sent for by that Lord Chief Justice,^ who was a manager 
 against Sacheverell ; he showed him two or three papers and 
 pamphlets ; among the rest mine of the Conduct of the Allies, 
 threatened him, asked who was the author, and has bound 
 him over to appear next term. He would not have the 
 impudence to do this, if he did not foresee what was coming 
 at court. 
 
 14. Lord Shelburn was with me this morning, to be 
 mformed of the state of affairs, and desired I would answer 
 all his objections against a peace, which was soon done, for 
 he would not give me room to put in a word. He is a man 
 of good sense enough ; but argues so violently, that he will 
 some day or other put himself into a consumption. He 
 desires that he may not be denied when he comes to see me, 
 which I promised, but will not perform. Leigh and Sterne 
 set out for Ireland on Monday se'nnight : I suppose they 
 will be with you long before this. — I was to-night drinking 
 
 ^ Parker, afterwards Earl of Macclesfield, a Whig.
 
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 very good wine in scurvy company, at least some of them ; I 
 was drawn in, but will be more cautious for the future ; 'tis 
 Jate, &c. 
 
 15. Morning. They say the Occasional Bill^ is brought 
 to-day into the House of Lords ; but I know not. I will 
 now put an end to my letter, and give it into the post-house 
 myself. This will be a memorable letter, and I shall sigh to 
 see it some years hence. Here are the first steps toward the 
 ruin of an excellent ministry ; for I look upon them as cer- 
 tainly ruined ; and God knows what may be the conse- 
 quences. — I now bid my dearest MD farewell ; for company 
 is coming, and I must be at Lord Dartmouth's office by 
 noon. Farewell, dearest MD ; I wish you a merry Christ- 
 mas ; I believe you will have this about that time. Love 
 Presto, who loves MD above all things a thousand times. 
 Farewell again, dearest MD, &c. 
 
 LETTER XXXVn. 
 
 London, December 15, 1711. 
 I put in my letter this evening myself. I was to-day 
 inquiring at the Secretary's office of Mr Lewis how things 
 went : I there met Prior, who told me he gave all for gone, 
 &c. and was of opinion the whole ministry would give up 
 their places next week : Lewis thinks they will not till spring, 
 when the session is over ; both of them entirely despair. I 
 went to see Mrs Masham, who invited me to dinner ; but I 
 was engaged to Lewis. At four I went to Masham's. He 
 came and whispered me, that he had it from a very good 
 hand, that all would be well, and I found them both very 
 cheerful. The company was going to the opera, but desired 
 I would come and sup with them. I did so at ten, and 
 Lord-Treasurer was there, and sat with us till past twelve, 
 and was more cheerful than I have seen him these ten days. 
 Mrs Masham told me, he was mightily cast down some days 
 
 ^ The Bill against Occasional Conformity was aimed at those who 
 took the Sacrament simply as a means of qualifying for office under the 
 Test Act.
 
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 ago, and he could not indeed hide it from me. Arbuthnot 
 is in good hopes that the Queen has not betrayed us ; but 
 only has been frightened, and flattered, &c. But I cannot 
 yet be of his opinion, whether my reasons are better, or that 
 my fears are greater. I do resolve, if they give up, or are 
 turned out soon, to retire for some months, and I have 
 pitched upon the place already : but I will take methods for 
 hearing from MD, and writing to them. But I would be 
 out of the way upon the first of the ferment ; for they lay all 
 things on me, even some I have never read. 
 
 1 6. I took courage to-day, and went to court with a very 
 cheerful countenance. It was mightily crowded ; both parties 
 coming to observe each other's faces. I have avoided Lord 
 Halifax's bow till he forced it on me ; but we did not talk 
 together, I could not make less than fourscore bows, of 
 which about twenty might be to Whigs. The Duke of 
 Somerset is gone to Petworth, and, I hear the Duchess too, 
 of which I shall be very glad. Prince Eugene, who was ex- 
 pected here some days ago, we are now told, will not come 
 at all. The Whigs designed to have met him with forty 
 thousand horse. Lord-Treasurer told me some days ago of 
 his discourse with the Emperor's resident, that puppy Hoff- 
 man, about Prince Eugene's coming ; by which I found my 
 lord would hinder it, if he could ; and we shall be all glad if 
 he does not come, and think it a good point gained. Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine, Ford, and I, dined to-day with Mrs Van, 
 by invitation. 
 
 17. I have mistaken the day of the month, and been 
 forced to mend it thrice. I dined to-day with Mr Masham 
 and his lady, by invitation. Lord-Treasurer was to be there, 
 but came not. It was to entertain Buys, the Dutch envoy, 
 who speaks English well enough : he was plaguily politic, 
 telling a thousand lies, of which none passed upon any of us. 
 We are still in the condition of suspense, and I think have 
 little hopes. The Duchess of Somerset is not gone to Pet- 
 worth ; only the Duke, and that is a poor sacrifice. I 
 believe the Queen certainly designs to change the ministry ;. 
 but perhaps may put it off till the session is over : and I 
 think they had better give up now, if she will not deal 
 openly ; and then they need not answer for the consequences. 
 of a peace, when it is in other hands, and may yet be broken..
 
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 They say, my lord Privy-Seal sets out for Holland this week : 
 so the peace goes on. 
 
 1 8. It has rained hard from morning till night, and cost me 
 three shillings in coach hire. We have had abundance of 
 wet weather. I dined in the city, and was with the printer, 
 who has now a fifth edition of the Conduct, &c. : it is in small, 
 and sold for sixpence ; they have printed as many as three 
 editions, because they are to be sent in numbers into the 
 country by great men, &c. who subscribe for hundreds. It 
 has been sent a fortnight ago to Ireland : I suppose you will 
 print it there. The Tory Lords and Commons in Parliament 
 argue all from it ; and all agree, that never any thing of that 
 kind was of so great consequence, or made so many con- 
 verts. By the time I have sent this letter, I expect to hear 
 from little MD : it will be a month, two days hence, since I 
 had your last, and I will allow ten days for accidents. I 
 cannot get rid of the leavings of a cold I got a month ago, or 
 else it is a new one. I have been writing letters all this 
 evening till I am weary, and I am sending out another little 
 thing, which I hope to finish this week, and design to send 
 to the printer in an unknown hand. There was printed a 
 Grub Street speech of Lord Nottingham ; and he was such an 
 owl to complain of it in the House of Lords, who have taken 
 up the printer for it. I heard at court, that Walpole (a 
 great Whig member) said, that I and my whimsical club 
 writ it at one of our meetings, and that I should pay for it. 
 He will find he lies : and I shall let him know by a third 
 hand my thoughts of him. He is to be Secretary of State, if 
 the ministry changes ; but he has lately had a bribe proved 
 against him in Parliament, while he was Secretary at War. 
 He is one of the Whigs chief speakers. 
 
 19. Sad dismal weather. I went to the Secretary's office, 
 and Lewis made me dine with him. I intended to have 
 dined with Lord-Treasurer. I have not seen the Secretary 
 this week. Things do not mend at all. Lord Dartmouth 
 despairs, and is for giving up ; Lewis is of the same mind ; 
 but Lord-Treasurer only says, Poh, poh, all will be well. I 
 am come home early to finish something I am doing ; but I 
 find I want heart and humour ; and would read any idle 
 book that came in my way. I have just sent away a penny 
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 burial of an Irish footman, who was Dr. King's ^ servant ; he 
 died of a consumption, a fit death for a poor starving wit's 
 footman. The Irish servants always club to bury a country- 
 man. 
 
 20. I was with the Secretary this morning, and, for aught 
 I can see, we shall have a languishing death : I can know 
 nothing, nor themselves neither. I dined, you know, with 
 our Society, and that odious Secretary would make me pre- 
 sident next week ; so I must entertain them this day se'n- 
 night at the Thatched House Tavern," where we dined to-day ; 
 it will cost me five or six pounds ; yet the Secretary says he 
 will give me wine. I found a letter when I came home from 
 the Bishop of Clogher. 
 
 21. This is the first time I ever got a new cold before the 
 old one was going : it came yesterday, and appeared in all 
 due forms, eyes and nose running, &c. and is now very bad ; 
 and I cannot tell how I got it. Sir Andrew Fountaine and 
 I were invited to dine with Mrs Van. I was this morning 
 with the Duke of Ormond ; and neither he nor I can think 
 of any thing to comfort us in present affairs. We must 
 certainly fall, if the Duchess of Somerset be not turned out ; 
 and nobody believes the Queen will ever part with her. The 
 Duke and I were settling when Mr Secretary and I should 
 dine with him, and he fixes upon Tuesday ; and when I 
 came away I remembered it was Christmas-day. I was to 
 
 see Lady , who is just up after lying-in ; and the ugliest 
 
 sight I have seen, pale, dead, old and yellow, for want of 
 her paint. She has turned my stomach. But she will soon 
 be painted, and a beauty again. 
 
 22. J_find myself disordered with a pain all round the 
 small of my back, which I imputed to champagne I had 
 drunl^ but find it to have been only my new cold. It was 
 a fine frosty day, and I resolved to walk into the city. I 
 called at Lord-Treasurer's at eleven, and staid some time 
 with him. — He showed me a letter from a great Presbyterian 
 parson ^ to him, complaining how their friends had betrayed 
 them by passing this Conformity Bill ; and he showed me 
 
 ^ William King, an advocate in the ecclesiastical courts and a minor 
 poet. See Johnson's "Lives of the Poets," edited by Mrs. Napier, 
 ii. 33 sq. 
 
 ^ At the bottom of St. James's Street, near the Palace. 
 
 ^ Rev. Mr. Shower.
 
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 the answer he had written, which his friends would not let 
 him send ; but was a very good one. He is very cheerful ; 
 but gives one no hopes, nor has any to give. I went into 
 the city, and there I dined. 
 
 23. Morning. As I was dressing to go to church, a friend 
 that was to see me advised me not to stir out ; so I shall 
 keep at home to-day, and only eat some broth, if I can get 
 it. It is a terrible cold frost, and snow fell yesterday, which 
 still remains ; look there, you may see it from the pent- 
 houses. The Lords made yesterday two or three votes 
 about peace, and Hanover ; of a very angry kind to vex the 
 ministry, and they will meet sooner by a fortnight than the 
 Commons ; and they say, are preparing some knocking ad- 
 dresses. Morrow, sirrahs. I'll sit at home, and when I go 
 to bed, I will tell you how I am. I have sat at home all 
 day, and eaten only a mess of broth and a roll. I have 
 written a Prophecy,^ which I design to print ; I did it to-day, 
 and some other verses. 
 
 24. I went into the city to-day in a coach, and dined 
 there. My cold is going. It is now bitter hard frost, and 
 has been so these three or four days. My Prophecy is 
 printed, and will be published after Christmas-day ; I like it 
 mightily ; I don't know how it will pass. You will never 
 understand it at your distance, without help, I believe 
 every body will guess it to be mine, because it is somewhat 
 in the same manner with that of Merlin ^ in the Miscellanies. 
 My lord Privy Seal set out this day for Holland : he'll have 
 a cold journey. I .gave Patrick half-a-crown for his Christ- 
 mas-box, on condition he would be good, and he came 
 hdme drunk at midnight. I have taken a memorandum of 
 it; because I never' design to give him a groat more. 'Tis 
 cruel cold. 
 
 25 I wish MD a merry Christmas, and many a one; but 
 mine is melancholy : I durst not go to church to-day, finding 
 myself a little out of order, and it snowing prodigiously, and 
 freezing. At noon I went to Mrs Van, who had this week 
 engaged me to dine there to-day : and there I received the 
 
 ^ " The Windsor Prophecy," in which Swift violently attacked the 
 Duchess of Somerset. 
 
 ^ " Merlin's Prophecy " is, however, written in would-be imitation of 
 mediseval English.
 
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 news, that poor Mrs Long died at Lynn in Norfolk on 
 Saturday last, at four in the morning ; she was sick but four 
 hours. We suppose it was the asthma, which she was sub- 
 ject to as well as the dropsy, as she sent me word in her last 
 letter, written about five weeks ago ; but then said she was 
 recovered. I never was more afflicted at any death. The 
 poor creature had retired to Lynn two years ago, to live 
 cheap, and pay her debts. In her last letter she told me she 
 hoped to be easy by Christmas ; and she kept her word, 
 although she meant it otherwise. She had all sorts of 
 amiable qualities, and no ill ones, but the indiscretion of too 
 much neglecting her own affairs. She had two thousand 
 pounds left her by an old grandmother,' with which she in- 
 tended to pay her debts, and live on an annuity she had ot 
 one hundred pounds a-year, and Newburg House, which 
 would be about sixty pounds more. That odious grand- 
 mother living so long, forced her to retire ; for the two 
 thousand pounds was settled on her after the old woman's 
 death, yet her brute of a brother. Sir James Long,^ would 
 not advance it for her ; else she might have paid her debts, 
 and continued here, and lived still : I believe melancholy 
 helped her on to her grave. I have ordered a paragraph to 
 be put in the Post-Boy, giving an account of her death, and 
 making honourable mention of her ; which is all I can do 
 to serve her memory : but one reason was spite ; for her 
 brother would fain have her death a secret, to save the 
 charge of bringing her up here to bury her, or going into 
 mourning. Pardon all this, for the sake of a poor creature 
 I had so much friendship for. 
 
 26. I went to Mr Secretary this morning, and he would 
 have me dine with him. I called at noon at Mrs Masham's, 
 who desired me not to let the Prophecy be published, for 
 fear of angering the Queen about the Duchess of Somerset ; ' 
 so I writ to the printer to stop them. They have been 
 printed and given about, but not sold. I saw Lord- 
 Treasurer there, who had been two hours with the Queen : 
 and Mrs Masham is in hopes things will do well again. I 
 went at night again, and supped at Mr Masham's, and Lord- 
 Treasurer sat with us till one o'clock. So 'tis late, &c. 
 
 ^ Dorothy, daughter of Sir Edward Leech, of Chatsworth. 
 '^ Member of Parliament for Chippenham, Wilts. Died 1728. 
 II. X
 
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 27. I entertained our Society at the Thatched House 
 Tavern to-day at dinner ; but brother Bathurst sent for wine, 
 the house affording none. The printer had not received 
 my letter, and so he brought up dozens a-piece of the 
 Prophecy ; but I ordered him to part with no more. 'Tis 
 an admirable good one, and people are mad for it. The 
 frost still continues violently cold. Mrs Masham invited 
 me to come to-night and play at cards ; but our society did 
 not part till nine. But I supped with Mrs Hill, her sister, 
 and there was Mrs Masham and Lord-Treasurer, and we 
 staid till twelve. He is endeavouring to get a majority 
 against next Wednesday, when the House of Lords is to 
 meet, and the Whigs intend to make some violent addresses 
 against a peace, if not prevented. God knows what will 
 become of us. — It is still prodigiously cold ; but so I told 
 you already. We have eggs on the spit, I wish they may 
 not be addled. When I came home to-night I found, for- 
 sooth, a letter from MD, N. 24, 24, 24, 24 ; there, do you 
 know the numbers now? and at the same time one from 
 Joe, full of thanks : let him know I have received it, and 
 am glad of his success, but won't put him to the charge of a 
 letter. I had a letter some time ago from Mr Warburton,^ 
 and I beg one of you will copy out what I shall tell you, 
 and send it by some opportunity to Warburton. 'Tis as 
 follows : The doctor has received Mr Warburton's letter, 
 and desires he will let the doctor know, where [? whether] 
 that accident he mentions is like soon to happen, and he 
 will do what he can in it. — And pray, madam, let them 
 know, that I do this to save myself the trouble, and them 
 the expence of a letter. And I think that this is enough 
 for one that comes home at twelve from a Lord-Treasurer 
 and Mrs Masham. Oh, I could tell you ten thousand 
 things of our mad politics, upon what small circumstances 
 great affairs have turned. But I will go rest my busy head. 
 
 28. I was this morning with brother Bathurst to see the 
 Duke of Ormond. We have given his grace some hopes to 
 be one of our Society. The Secretary and I and Bathurst 
 are to dine with him on Sunday next. The Duke is not in 
 much hopes, but has been very busy in endeavouring to 
 
 ^ Swift's curate at Laracor.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 307 
 
 bring over some lords against next Wednesday. The 
 Duchess caught me as I was going out ; she is sadly in fear 
 about things, and blames me for not mending them by my 
 credit with Lord-Treasurer ; and I blame her. She met me 
 in the street at noon, and engaged me to dine with her, 
 which I did ; and we talked an hour after dinner in her 
 closet. If we miscarry on Wednesday, I believe it will be 
 by some strange sort of neglect. They talk of making eight 
 new lords, by calling up some peers' eldest sons ; but they 
 delay strangely. I saw Judge Coote to-day at the Duke of 
 Ormond's : he desires to come and see me, to justify his 
 principles. 
 
 29. Morning. This goes to-day. I will not answer yours, 
 your 24th, till next, which shall begin to-night, as usual. 
 Lord Shelburn has sent to invite me to dinner, but I am 
 engaged with Lewis at Ned Southwell's. Lord Northampton 
 and Lord Aylesbury's sons are both made peers ; but we 
 shall want more. I write this post to your Dean. I owe 
 the Archbishop a letter this long time. All people that 
 come from Ireland complain of him, and scold me for 
 protecting him. Pray, Madam Dingley, let me know what 
 Presto has received for this year, or whether any thing is 
 due to him for last : I cannot look over your former letters 
 now. As for Dingley's own account of her exchequer 
 money, I will give it on t'other side. Farewell, my own 
 dearest MD, and love Presto ; and God ever bless dearest 
 MD, &c. &c. I wish you many happy Christmasses and 
 new years. 
 
 I have owned to the Dean a letter I just had from you ; 
 but that I had not one this great while before. 
 
 Dingley's Account. 
 
 Received of Mr Tooke ..... J[^(i 17 6 
 
 Deducted for entering the letter of attorney . 026 
 For the three half crowns it used to cost you, I 
 
 don't know why nor wherefore . . . 076 
 
 For exchange to Ireland . . , . o 10 o 
 
 For coach-hire . r . . . . 026 
 
 In all, just ;,^S o o
 
 308 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 So there's your money, and we are both even : for I'll 
 pay you no more than that eight pounds Irish, and pray be 
 satisfied. 
 
 Churchwarden's accounts, boys. 
 
 Saturday night. I have broke open my letter, and tore i<t 
 into the bargain, to let you know that we are all safe ; the 
 queen has made no less than twelve lords,^ to have a 
 majority ; nine new ones, the other three peers' sons ; and 
 has turned out the Duke of Somerset. She is awaked at 
 last, and so is Lord-Treasurer : I want nothing now but to see 
 the Duchess out. But we shall do without her. We are 
 all extremely happy. Give me joy, sirrahs. This is written 
 in a coffeehouse. Three of the new lords are of our 
 Society. 
 
 LETTER XXXVIII. 
 
 London, December 29, 17 11. 
 
 I put my letter in this evening, after coming from dinner 
 at Ned Southwell's, where I drank very good Irish wine, and 
 we are in great joy at this happy turn of affairs. The Queen 
 has been at last persuaded to her own interest and security, 
 and I freely think she must have made both herself and 
 kingdom very unhappy, if she had done otherwise. It is 
 still a mighty secret that Masham is to be one of the new 
 lords ; they say he does not yet know it himself ; but the 
 Queen is to surprise him with it. Mr Secretary will be a 
 lord at the end of the session : but they want him still in 
 Parliament. After all, it is a strange unhappy necessity of 
 
 ' James Lord Compton, eldest son of the Earl of Northampton ; 
 Charles Lord Bruce, eldest son of the Earl of Aylesbury; Henry Paget, 
 heir of Lord Paget ; George Hay, Viscount Dupplin, the son-in-law of 
 the Lord Treasurer created Baron Hay ; Viscount Windsor, an Irish 
 peer, as Baron Mountjoy ; Sir Thomas Mansell, as Baron Mansell ; 
 Sir Thomas Willoughby, as Baron Middleton ; Sir Thomas Trevor, 
 Chief-Justice of the Common Pleas, as Baron Trevor ; George Gran- 
 ville, as Baron Lansdowne ; Samuel Masham, as Baron Masham ; 
 Thomas Foley, as Baron Foley ; Allen Bathurst, as Baron Bathurst.
 
 171 1] JOURNAL TO STELLA 309 
 
 making so many peers together ; but the Queen has drawn 
 it upon herself, by her confounded trimming and modera- 
 tion. Three, as I told you, are of our Society. 
 
 30. I writ the Dean and you a lie yesterday ; for the 
 Duke of Somerset is not yet turned out. I was to-day at 
 court, and resolved to be very civil to the Whigs ; but saw 
 few there. When I was in the Bedchamber talking to Lord 
 Rochester, he went up to Lady Burlington, who asked him 
 who I was ; and Lady Sunderland and she whispered about 
 me : I desired Lord Rochester to tell Lady Sunderland, I 
 doubted she was not as much in love with me as I was with 
 her ; but he would not deliver my message. The Duchess 
 of Shrewsbury came running up to me, and clapped her fan 
 up to hide us from the company, and we gave one another 
 joy of this change ; but sighed when we reflected on the 
 Somerset family not being out. The Secretary and I, and 
 brother Bathurst, and Lord Windsor, dined with the Duke 
 of Ormond. Bathurst and Windsor are to be two of the 
 new lords. I desired my Lord Radnor's brother, at court 
 to-day, to let my lord know I would call on him at six, 
 which I did, and was arguing with him three hours to bring 
 him over to us, and I spoke so closely, that I believe he 
 will be tractable ; but he is a scoundrel, and though I said 
 I only talked for my love to him, I told a lie ; for I did not 
 care if he were hanged : but every one gained over is of 
 consequence. The Duke of Marlborough was at court to- 
 day, and nobody hardly took notice of him. Masham's 
 being a lord begins to take wind : nothing at court can be 
 kept a secret. Wednesday will be a great day : you shall 
 know more. 
 
 31. Our frost is broken since yesterday, and it is very 
 slabbery ; yet I walked to the city and dined, and ordered 
 some things with the printer. I have settled Dr King in 
 the Gazette ; it will be worth two hundred pounds a-year to 
 him. Our new lords' patents are passed : I don't like the 
 expedient, if we could have found any other. I see I have 
 said this before. I hear the Duke of Marlborough is turned 
 out of all his employments : I shall know to-morrow, when 
 I am to carry Dr King to dine with the Secretary. — These 
 are strong remedies ; pray God the patient is able to bear 
 them. The last ministry people are utterly desperate.
 
 510 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 Jan I. Now I wish my dearest little MD many happy 
 new years ; yes, both Dingley and Stella, ay and Presto too, 
 many happy new years. I dined with the Secretary, and it 
 is true that the Duke of Marlborough is turned out of all. 
 The Duke of Ormond has got his regiment of foot-guards, I 
 know not who has the rest. If the ministry be not sure of 
 a peace, I shall wonder at this step, and do not approve it 
 at best. The Queen and Lord-Treasurer mortally hate the 
 Duke of Marlborough, and to that he owes his fall, more 
 than to his other faults : unless he has been tampering too 
 far with his party, of which I have not heard any particulars ; 
 however it be, the world abroad will blame us. I confess 
 my belief, that he has not one good quality in the world 
 beside that of a general, and even that I have heard denied 
 by several great soldiers. But we have had constant success 
 in arms while he commanded. Opinion is a mighty matter 
 in war, and I doubt the French think it impossible to 
 conquer an army that he leads, and our soldiers think the 
 same ; and how far even this step may encourage the French 
 to play tricks with us, no man knows. I do not love to see 
 personal resentment mix with public affairs. 
 
 2. This being the day the Lords meet, and the new peers 
 to be introduced, I went to Westminster to see the sight ; 
 but the crowd was too great in the house. So I only went 
 into the robing-room, to give my four brothers joy, and Sir 
 Thomas Mansel, and Lord Windsor ; the other six I am not 
 acquainted with. It was apprehended the Whigs would 
 have raised some difficulties, but nothing happened. I 
 went to see Lady Masham at noon, and wish her joy of her 
 new honour, and a happy new year. I found her very well 
 pleased : for peerage will be some sort of protection to her 
 upon any turn of affairs. She engaged me to come at night, 
 and sup with her and Lord-Treasurer ; I went at nine, and 
 she was not at home, so I would not stay. — No, no, I won't 
 answer your letter yet, young women. I dined with a friend 
 in the neighbourhood. I see nothing here like Christmas, 
 except brawn or mincepies in places where I dine, and 
 giving away my half-crowns like farthings to great men's 
 porters and butlers. Yesterday I paid seven good guineas 
 to the fellow at the tavern, where I treated the Society. I 
 have a great mind to send you the bill. I think I told you
 
 I71I-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 31I 
 
 some articles. I have not heard whether any thing was 
 done in the House of Lords after introducing the new 
 ones. Ford has been sitting with me till peeast tweeleve 
 a clock. 
 
 3. This was our Society day; Lord Dupplin was pre- 
 sident : we choose every week ; the last president treats and 
 chooses his successor. I believe our dinner cost fifteen 
 pounds beside wine. The Secretary grew brisk, and would 
 not let me go, nor Lord Lansdown, who would fain have 
 gone home to his lady, being newly married to Lady Mary 
 Thynne. It was near one when we parted, so you must 
 think I cannot write much to-night. The adjourning of the 
 House of Lords yesterday, as the Queen desired, was just 
 carried by the twelve new lords, and one more. Lord 
 Radnor was not there ; I hope I have cured him. Did 
 I tell you that I have brought Dr King in to be Gazetteer ? 
 It will be worth above two hundred pounds a-year to him : 
 I believe I told you so before, but I am forgetful. Go, get 
 you gone to ombre, and claret, and toasted oranges. I'll go 
 sleep. 
 
 4. I cannot get rid of the leavings of my cold. I was in 
 the city to-day, and dined with my printer, and gave him 
 a ballad made by several hands, I know not whom. I 
 believe Lord-Treasurer had a finger in it ; I added three 
 stanzas ; I suppose Dr Arbuthnot had the greatest share. 
 I had been overseeing some other little prints, and a pam- 
 phlet made by one of my under-strappers. Somerset is not 
 out yet. I doubt not but you will have the Prophecy in 
 Ireland, although it is not published here, only printed copies 
 given to friends. Tell me, do you understand it? No, 
 faith, not without help. Tell me what you stick at, and 
 I'll explain. We turned out a member of our Society 
 yesterday for gross neglect and non-attendance. I writ 
 to him by order to give him notice of it. It is Tom Harley, 
 secretary to the Treasurer, and cousin-german to Lord- 
 Treasurer. He is going to Hanover from the Queen. I am 
 to give the Duke of Ormond notice of his election as soon as 
 I can see him. 
 
 5. I went this morning with a parishioner of mine, one 
 Nuttal, who came over here for a legacy of one hundred 
 pounds, and a roguish lawyer had refused to pay him,
 
 312 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 and would not believe he was the man. I writ to the lawyer 
 a sharp letter, that I had taken Nuttal into my protection, and 
 was resolved to stand by him, and the next news was, that the 
 lawyer desired I would meet him, and attest he was the man, 
 which I did, and his money was paid upon the spot. I then 
 visited Lord-Treasurer, who is now right again, and all well, 
 only that the Somerset family is not out yet. I hate that ; I 
 don't Uke it, as the man said, by, &c. Then I went and 
 visited poor Will Congreve, who had a French fellow tamper- 
 ing with one of his eyes ; he is almost blind of both. I 
 dined with some merchants in the city, but could not see 
 Stratford, with whom I had business. Presto, leave off your 
 impertinence, and answer our letter, saith MD. Yes, yes, 
 one of these days, when I have nothing else to do. O, faith, 
 this letter is a week written, and not one side done yet. — 
 These ugly spots are not tobacco, but this is the last gilt 
 sheet I have of large paper, therefore hold your tongue. 
 Nuttal was surprised, when they gave him bits of paper 
 instead of money, but I made Ben Tooke put him in his 
 geers ; ^ he could not reckon ten pounds, but was puzzled 
 with the Irish way. Ben Tooke and my printer have desired 
 me to make them stationers to the ordnance, of which Lord 
 Rivers is master, instead of the Duke of Marlborough.^ It 
 will be a hundred pounds a-year a-piece to them, if I can get 
 it. I will try to-morrow. 
 
 6. I went this morning to Earl Rivers, gave him joy of his 
 new employment, and desired him to prefer my printer and 
 bookseller to be stationers to his office. He immediately 
 granted it me ; but, like an old courtier, told me it was 
 wholly on my account, but that he heard I had intended to 
 engage Mr Secretary to speak to him, and desired I would 
 engage him to do so, but that, however, he did it only for my 
 sake. This is a court trick, to oblige as many as you can at 
 once. I read prayers to poor Mrs Wesley, who is very much 
 out of order, instead of going to church ; and theni went to 
 court, which I found very full, in expectation of seeing Prince 
 Eugene, who landed last night, and lies at Leicester House ; 
 he was not to see the Queen till six this evening. I hope and 
 
 ^ Business affairs. 
 
 ^ Earl Rivers succeeded Marlborough as Master-General of the Ord- 
 nance and Colonel of the Horse Guards.
 
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 believe he comes too late to do the Whigs any good. I re- 
 fused dining with the Secretary, and was like to lose my dinner, 
 which was at a private acquaintance's. I went at six to see 
 the Prince at court, but he was gone in to the Queen ; and 
 when he came out, Mr Secretary, who introduced him, 
 walked so near him, that he quite screened me from him with 
 his great periwig. I'll tell you a good passage : as Prince 
 Eugene was going with Mr Secretary to court, he told the 
 Secretary, that Hoffman, the Emperor's resident, said to his 
 highness, that it was not proper to go to court without a long 
 wig, and his was a tied up one : now, says the Prince, I knew 
 not what to do, for I never had a long periwig in my life ; 
 and I have sent to all my valets and footmen, to see whether 
 any of them have one, that I might borrow it, but none 
 of them has any. — Was not this spoken very greatly with 
 some sort of contempt? But the Secretary said it was a 
 thing of no consequence, and only observed by gentle- 
 men ushers. I supped with Lord Masham, where Lord- 
 Treasurer and Mr Secretary supped with us ; the first left 
 us at twelve, but the rest did not part till two, yet I have 
 written all this, because it is fresh : and now I'll go sleep 
 if I can ; that is, I believe I shall, because I have drank 
 a little. 
 
 7. I was this morning to give the Duke of Ormond notice 
 of the honour done him to make him one of our Society, 
 and to invite him on Thursday next to the Thatched House : 
 he has accepted it with the gratitude and humility such 
 a preferment deserves, but cannot come till the next meeting, 
 because Prince Eugene is to dine with him that day, which I 
 allowed for a good excuse, and will report accordingly. I 
 dined with Lord Masham, and sat there till eight this even- 
 ing, and came home, because I was not very well, but a little 
 griped ; but now I am well again, I will not go, at least but 
 very seldom, to Lord Masham's suppers. Lord-Treasurer is 
 generally there, and that tempts me, but late sitting up does 
 not agree with me : there's the short and the long, and I won't 
 do it ; so take your answer, dear little young women ; and I 
 have no more to say to you to-night, because of the Arch- 
 bishop, for I am going to write a long letter to him, but not 
 so politely as formerly : I won't trust him. 
 
 8. Well, then, come, let us see this letter ; if I must answer
 
 314 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 it, 1 must. What's here now? yes faith, I lamented my 
 birth-day ^ two days after, and that's all : and you rhyme, 
 Madam Stella ; were those verses made upon my birth-day ? 
 faith, when I read them, I had them running in my head all 
 the day, and said them over a thousand times ; they drank 
 your health in all their glasses, and wished, &c. I could not 
 get them out of my head. What ; no, I beheve it was not ; 
 what do I say upon the eighth of December ? Compare, and 
 see whether I say so. I am glad of Mrs Stoyte's recovery, 
 heartily glad ; your Dolly Manley's and Bishop of Cloyne's 
 child I have no concern about : I am sorry in a civil way, 
 that's all. Yes, yes. Sir George St George dead. — Go, cry, 
 Madam Dingley ; I have written to the Dean. Raymond 
 will be rich, for he has the building itch. I wish all he has 
 got may put him out of debt. Poh, I have fires like lightning ; 
 they cost me twelvepence a-week, beside small coal. I have 
 got four new caps, madam, very fine and convenient, with 
 striped cambric, instead of musUn ; so Patrick need not 
 mend them, but take the old ones. Stella snatched Dingley's 
 word out of her pen ; Presto a cold ? Why, all the world here 
 is dead with them : I never had any thing like it in my life ; 
 'tis not gone in five weeks. I hope Leigh is with you before 
 this, and has brought your box. How do you like the ivory 
 rasp? Stella is angry ; but I'll have a finer thmgfor her. Is 
 not the apron as good ? I'm sure I shall never be paid it ; 
 so all's well again. — What the quarrel with Sir John Walters ? 
 Why, we had not one word of quarrel ; only he railed at me 
 when I was gone : and Lord Keeper and Treasurer teased 
 me for a week. It was nuts to them ; a serious thing with 
 a vengeance. — The Whigs may sell their estates then, or 
 hang themselves, as they are disposed ; for a peace there will 
 be. Lord-Treasurer told me, that Conolly was going to 
 Hanover. Your Provost " is a coxcomb. Stella is a good 
 girl for not being angry when I tell her of spelling ; I see 
 none wrong in this. God Almighty be praised that your 
 disorder lessens ; it increases my hopes mightily that they 
 will go off. And have you been plagued with the fear of the 
 plague ? never mind those reports ; I have heard them five 
 hundred times. Replevi ? Replevin, simpleton, 'tis Dingley 
 
 ' On his birthday Swift used to read the third chapter of Job. 
 ' Dr. Benjamin Pratt, Provost of Trinity College, Dublin.
 
 I71I-12] JOURNAL TO STELLA 315 
 
 I mean ; but it is a hard word, and so I'll excuse it. I 
 
 stated Dingley's accounts in my last. I forgot Catherine's 
 
 sevenpenny dinner. I hope it was the beef-steaks ; I'll call 
 
 and eat them in spring ; but Goody Stoyte must give me 
 
 coffee, or green tea, for I drink no bohea. Well, ay, the 
 
 pamphlet ; but there are some additions to the fourth edition ; 
 
 the fifth edition was of of four thousand, in a smaller print, 
 
 sold for sixpence. Yes, I had the twenty pound bill from 
 
 Parvisol : and what then ? Pray now eat the Laracor apples ; 
 
 I beg you not to keep them, but tell me what they are. You 
 
 have had Tooke's bill in my last. And so there now, your 
 
 whole letter is answered. I tell you what I do j I lay your 
 
 letter before me, and take it in order, and answer what 
 
 is necessary ; and so and so. Well ; when I expected 
 
 we were all undone, I designed to retire for six months, and 
 
 then steal over to Laracor ; and I had in my mouth a thousand 
 
 times two lines of Shakespeare, where Cardinal Wolsey 
 
 says, 
 
 "A weak old man, battered with storms of state, 
 "Is come to lay his weary bones among you." 
 
 I beg your pardon ; I have cheated you all this margin, I did 
 not perceive it ; and I went on wider and wider like Stella ; 
 awkward sluts ; s/ie 7vrites so so, there :^ that's as like as two 
 eggs a penny. — A weak old man, now I am saying it, and 
 shall till to-morrow. — The Duke of Marlborough says, there is 
 nothing he now desires so much as to contrive some way 
 how to soften Dr Swift. He is mistaken ; for those things 
 that have been hardest against him were not written by me. 
 Mr Secretary told me this from a friend of the Duke's ; and 
 I'm sure now he is down, I shall not trample on him ; 
 although I love him not, I dislike his being out. — Bernage 
 was to see me this morning, and gave some very indifferent 
 excuses for not calling here so long. I care not twopence. 
 Prince Eugene did not dine with the Duke of Marlborough 
 on Sunday, but was last night at Lady Betty Germain's 
 assemblee, and a vast number of ladies to see him. Mr 
 Lewis and I dined with a private friend. I was this morn- 
 
 ' "These words in the manuscript imitate Stella's writing, and are 
 sloped the wrong way," (Note in original edition.)
 
 3l6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 ing to see the Duke of Ormond, who appointed me to meet 
 him at the Cockpit ' at one, but never came. I sat too some 
 time with the Duchess. We don't hke things very well 
 yet. I am come home early, and going to be busy. I'll go 
 write. 
 
 9. I could not go sleep last night till past two, and was 
 waked before three by a noise of people endeavouring to 
 break open my window. For a while I would not stir, 
 thinking it might be my imagination ; but hearing the noise 
 continued, I rose and went to the window, and then it 
 ceased. I went to bed again, and heard it repeated more 
 violently ; then I rose and called up the house, and got a candle : 
 the rogues had lifted up the sash a yard ; there are great 
 sheds before my windows, although my lodgings be a 
 storey high ; and if they get upon the sheds they are 
 almost even with my window. We observed their track, 
 and panes of glass fresh broken. The watchmen told us to- 
 day they saw them, but could not catch them. They 
 attacked others in the neighbourhood about the same time, 
 and actually robbed a house in Suffolk Street, which is the 
 next street but one to us. It is said they are seamen 
 discharged from service. I went up to call my man, and 
 found his bed empty ; it seems he often lies abroad. I 
 challenged him this morning as one of the robbers. He is 
 a sad dog ; and the minute I come to Ireland I will discard 
 him. I have this day got double iron bars to every window 
 in my dining-room and bed-chamber ; and I hide my purse 
 in my thread stocking between the bed's head and the 
 wainscoat. Lewis and I dined with an old Scotch friend, 
 who brought the Duke of Douglas, and three or four more 
 Scots upon us. 
 
 10. This was our Society day you know : but the Duke of 
 Ormond could not be with us, because he dined with Prince 
 Eugene. It cost me a guinea contribution to a poet, who 
 had made a copy of verses upon monkies, applying the story 
 to the Duke of Marlborough ; the rest gave two guineas, 
 except the two physicians, who followed my example. I 
 don't like this custom : the next time I will give nothing. I 
 sat this evening at Lord Masham's with Lord-Treasurer : I 
 
 ^ See note, p. 4.
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 317 
 
 don't like his countenance ; nor I don't like the posture of 
 things well. 
 
 We cannot be stout, 
 
 Till Somerset's out : 
 
 as the old saying is. 
 
 11. Mr Lewis and I dined with the Chancellor of the 
 Exchequer, who eats the most elegantly of any man I know 
 in town. I walked lustily in the Park by moonshine till 
 eight, to shake off my dinner and wine ; and then went 
 to sup at Mr Domville's with Ford, and staid till twelve. It 
 is told me to-day as a great secret, that the Duke of Somerset 
 will be out soon ; that the thing is fixed ; but what shall we 
 do with the Duchess ? They say the Duke will make her 
 leave the Queen out of spite, if he be out. It has stuck 
 upon that fear a good while already. Well, but Lewis gave 
 me a letter from MD, N. 25. O Lord, I did not expect one 
 this fortnight, faith. You are mighty good, that's certain : 
 but I won't answer it, because this goes to-morrow, only 
 what you say of the printer being taken up ; I value it not ; 
 all's safe there ; nor do I fear any thing, unless the ministry 
 be changed ; I hope that danger is over. However, I shall 
 be in Ireland before such a change ; which could not be, I 
 think, till the end of the session, if the Whigs' designs had 
 gone on. — Have not you an apron by Leigh, Madame Stella ? 
 have you all I mentioned in a former letter ? 
 
 12. Morning. This goes to-day as usual. I think of 
 going into the city ; but of that at night. 'Tis fine moderate 
 weather these two or three days last. Farewell, &c. &c. 
 
 LETTER XXXIX. 
 
 London, Jan. 12, 17x1-12. 
 When I sealed up my letter this morning, I looked upon 
 myself to be not worth a groat in the world. Last night, 
 after Mr Ford and I left Domville, Ford desired me to go 
 with him for a minute upon earnest business, and then told 
 me that both he and I were ruined : for he had trusted 
 Stratford with five hundred pounds for tickets for the lottery, 
 and he had been with Stratford, who confessed he had lost
 
 3l8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 fifteen thousand pounds by Sir Stephen Evans, who broke 
 last week ; that he concluded Stratford must break too ; that 
 he could not get his tickets, but Stratford made him several 
 excuses, which seemed very blind ones, &c. And Stratford 
 had near four hundred pounds of mine, to buy me five 
 hundred pounds in the South Sea Company. I came home 
 reflecting a little ; nothing concerned me but MD. I called 
 all my philosophy and religion up ; and, I thank God, it did 
 not keep me awake beyond my usual time above a quarter of 
 an hour. This morning I sent for Tooke, whom I had 
 employed to buy the stock of Stratford, and settle things 
 with him. He told me I was secure ; for Stratford had trans- 
 ferred it to me in form in the South Sea House, and he had 
 accepted it for me, and all was done on stamped parchment. 
 However, he would be farther informed ; and at night, sent 
 me a note to confirm me. However, I am not yet secure ; 
 and, besides, am in pain for Ford, whom I first brought 
 acquainted with Stratford. I dined in the city. 
 
 13. Domville and I dined with Ford to-day by appoint- 
 ment ; the Lord Mansel told me at court to-day, that I was 
 engaged to him : but Stratford had promised Ford to meet 
 him and me to-night at Ford's lodgings. He did so ; said 
 he had hopes to save himself in his affair with Evans. Ford 
 asked him for his tickets : he said he would send them to- 
 morrow ; but looking in his pocket-book, said he believed he 
 had some of them about him, and gave him as many as came 
 to two hundred pounds, which rejoiced us much; besides, 
 he talked so frankly, that we might think there is no danger. I 
 asked him. Was there any more to be settled between us in 
 my affair ? He said. No ; and answering my questions just 
 as Tooke had got them from others ; so I hope I am safe. 
 This has been a scurvy affair. I believe Stella would have 
 half laughed at me, to see a suspicious fellow like me over- 
 reached. I saw Prince Eugene to-day at court : I don't 
 think him an ugly faced fellow, but well enough, and a good 
 shape. 
 
 14. The Parliament was to sit to-day ; and met ; but were 
 adjourned by the Queen's directions till Thursday. She 
 designs to make some important speech then. She pretended 
 illness ; but I believe they were not ready, and they expect 
 some opposition : and the Scotch lords are angry, and must
 
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 be pacified.* I was this morning to invite the Duke of 
 Ormond to our Society on Thursday, where he is then to be 
 introduced. He has appointed me at twelve to-morrow 
 about some business : I would fain have his help to impeach 
 a certain lord : but I doubt we shall make nothing of it. I 
 intended to have dined with Lord-Treasurer, but I was told 
 he would be busy : so I dined with Mrs Van ; and at night 
 I sat with Lord Masham till one. Lord-Treasurer was there, 
 and chid me for not dining with him : he was in very good 
 humour : I brought home two flasks of burgundy in my 
 chair : I wish MD had them. You see it is very late ; so 
 I'll go to bed, and bid MD good night. 
 
 15. This morning I presented my printer and bookseller 
 to Lord Rivers ; to be stationers to the ordnance, stationers, 
 that's the word ; I did not write it plain at first. I believe 
 it will be worth three hundred pounds a-year between them. 
 This is the third employment I have got for them. Rivers told 
 them, the Doctor commanded him, and he durst not refuse 
 it. I would have dined with Lord-Treasurer to-day again, 
 but Lord Mansel would not let me, and forced me home with 
 him. I was very deep with the Duke of Ormond to-day at 
 the Cockpit, where we met to be private ; but I doubt I 
 cannot do the mischief I intended. My friend Penn came 
 there, Will Penn the Quaker, at the head of his brethren, to 
 thank the Duke for his kindness to their people in Ireland. 
 To see a dozen scoundrels with their hats on, and the Duke 
 complimenting with his off, was a good sight enough. I sat 
 this evening with Sir William Robinson, who has mighty 
 often invited me to a bottle of wine : and it is past twelve. 
 
 16. This being fast-day, Dr Friend and I went into the 
 city to dine late, like good fasters. My printer and book- 
 seller want me to hook in another employment for them in 
 the Tower, because it was enjoyed before by a stationer, 
 although it be to serve the ordnance with oil, tallow, &c. and 
 is worth four hundred pounds per an?tu??i more : I will try 
 
 * The House of Lords had refused to permit the Duke of Hamilton, 
 a Scotch peer, who had l^een elevated to the peerage of Great Britain 
 as Duke of Brandon, to sit under the new title. Hence, practically, 
 the Crown was debarred from raising a Scotch peer to the peerage of 
 Great Britain, although it could raise a commoner. This anomaly was 
 not removed till 1782.
 
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 what I can do. They are resolved to ask several other em- 
 ployments of the same nature to other offices ; and I will then 
 grease fat sows, and see whether it be possible to satisfy them. 
 Why am not I a stationer ? The Parliament sits to-morrow, 
 and VValpool [Walpole],late Secretary at War, is to be swinged 
 for bribery, and the Queen is to communicate something of 
 great importance to the two Houses, at least they say so. 
 But I must think of answering your letter in a day or two. 
 
 17. I went this morning to the Duke of Ormond about 
 some business, and he told me he could not dine with us to- 
 day, being to dine with Prince Eugene. Those of our Society 
 of the House of Commons could not be with us, the House 
 sitting late on Walpool. I left them at nine, and they were 
 not come. We kept some dinner for them. I hope Walpool 
 will be sent to the Tower, and expelled the house ; but this 
 afternoon the members I spoke with in the Court of Re- 
 quests talked dubiously of it. It will be a leading card to 
 maul the Duke of Marlborough for the same crime, or at 
 least to censure him. The Queen's message was only to 
 give them notice of the peace she is treating, and to desire 
 they will make some law to prevent libels against the govern- 
 ment ; so farewell to Grub Street. 
 
 18. I heard to-day that the commoners of our Society did 
 not leave the Parliament till eleven at night, then went to 
 those I left, and stay'd till three in the morning. Walpool is 
 expelled, and sent to the Tower.^ I was this morning again 
 with Lord Rivers, and have made him give the other em- 
 ployment to my printer and book-seller ; 'tis worth a great 
 deal. I dined with my friend Lewis privately, to talk over 
 affairs. We want to have this Duke of Somerset out, and he 
 apprehends it will not be, but I hope better. They are 
 going now at last to change the Commissioners of the Cus- 
 toms : my friend Sir Matthew Dudley will be out, and three 
 more, and Prior will be in. I have made Ford copy out a 
 small pamphlet, and sent it to the press, that I might not be 
 known for author; 'tis A Letter to the October Club, if 
 ever you heard of such a thing. — Methinks this letter goes on 
 
 ' For a "high breach of trust and notorious corruption." The 
 Commissioners for Examining the Public Accounts reported that when 
 Secretary for War he had taken bribes on account of contracts for supply 
 of forage to the troops.
 
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 but slowly for almost a week ; I want some little conversation 
 with MD, and to know what they are doing just now. I 
 am sick of politics. I have not dined with Lord-Treasurer 
 these three weeks : he chides me, but I don't care : I don't. 
 
 19. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer; this is his day 
 of choice company, where they sometimes admit me, but 
 pretend to grumble. And to-day they met on some extra- 
 ordinary business ; the Keeper, Steward, both Secretaries, 
 Lord Rivers, and Lord Anglesey : I left them at seven, and 
 came away, and have been writing to the Bishop of Clogher. 
 I forgot to know where to direct to him since Sir George St 
 George's death, but I have directed to the same house : you 
 must tell me better, for the letter is sent by the bellman. 
 Don't write to me again till this is gone, I charge you, for I 
 won't answer two letters together. The Duke of Somerset 
 is out, and was with his yellow liveries at Parliament to-day. 
 You know he had the same with the Queen, when he was 
 master of the horse : we hope the Duchess will follow, or 
 that he will take her away in spite. Lord-Treasurer, I hof>e, 
 has now saved his head. Has the Dean received my letter ? 
 ask him at cards to-night. 
 
 20. There was a world of people to-day at court to see 
 Prince Eugene, but all bit, for he did not come. I saw the 
 Duchess of Somerset talking with the Duke of Buckingham ; 
 she looked a little down, but was extremely courteous. The 
 Queen has the gout, but is not in much pain. Must I fill 
 this line too ? ^ well then, so let it be. The Duke of Beau- 
 fort ^ has a mighty mind to come into our Society ; shall we 
 let him ? I spoke to the Duke of Ormond about it, and he 
 doubts a little whether to let him in or no. They say the Duke 
 of Somerset is advised by his friends to let his wife stay with 
 the Queen ; I am sorry for it. I dined with the Secretary 
 to-day, with mixed company ; I don't love it. Our Society 
 does not meet till Friday, because Thursday will be a busy 
 day in the House of Commons, for then the Duke of Marl- 
 borough's bribery is to be examined into about the pension 
 paid him by those that furnished bread to the army. 
 
 ^ " It is the last of the page, and written close to the edge of the 
 paper." (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ^ Henry, second Duke of Beaufort, a strong Tory. He was only 
 twenty-eight years of age. 
 
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 21. I have been -five times with the Duke of Ormond about 
 a perfect trifle, and he forgets it : I used him hke a dog this 
 morning for it. I was asked to-day by several in the Court 
 of Requests, whether it was true that the author of the 
 Examiner was taken up in an action of twenty thousand 
 pounds by the Duke of Marlborough?' I dined in the city, 
 where my printer showed me a pamphlet, called Advice to 
 the October Club, which he said was sent him by an unknown 
 hand : I commended it mightily ; he never suspected m.e ; 
 'tis a twopenny pamphlet. I came home and got timely to 
 bed ; but about eleven one of the Secretary's servants came 
 to me, to let me know that Lord-Treasurer would immediately 
 speak to me at Lord Masham's upon earnest business ; and 
 that, if I was abed, I should rise and come. I did so ; Lord- 
 Treasurer was above with the Queen ; and when he came 
 down he laughed, and said it was not he that sent for me : 
 the business was of no great importance, only to give me a 
 paper, which might have been done to-morrow. I staid with 
 them till past one, and then got to bed again. Pize take 
 their frolics. I thought to have answered your letter. 
 
 22. Doctor Gastrel was to see me this morning; he is an 
 eminent divine, one of the canons of Christ Church, and one 
 I love very well : he said he was glad to find I was not with 
 James Broad. I asked what he meant ; why, says he, have 
 you not seen the Grub Street paper, that says Dr Swift was 
 taken up as author of the Examiner, on an action of twenty 
 thousand pounds, and was now at James Broad's? who, I 
 suppose, is some Bailiff. I knew of this ; but at the Court 
 of Requests twenty people told me they heard I had been 
 taken up. Lord Lansdown observed to the Secretary 
 and me, that the Whigs spread three lies yesterday ; that 
 about me ; and another, that Macartney, who was turned 
 out last summer," is again restored to his places in the army ; 
 and the third, that Jack Hill's commission for Lieutenant of 
 the Tower is stopped, and that Cadogan is to continue. 
 
 ^ "Upon the loth and 17th of this month the ' Examiner' was very 
 severe upon the Duke of Marlborough, and in consequence of this re- 
 jiort pursued him with greater virulence in the following course of his 
 papers. But Swift was not the writer of the ' Examiner ' at that period." 
 (Note in original edition.) 
 
 ^ See above, p. 71.
 
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 Lansdown thinks they have some design by these reports ; 
 I cannot guess it. Did I tell you that Sacheverell has de- 
 sired mightily to come and see me ? but I have put it off : 
 he has heard that I have spoken to the Secretary in behalf 
 of a brother whom he maintains, and who desires an employ- 
 ment. T'other day at the Court of Requests Dr Yalden 
 saluted me by name : Sacheverell, who was just by, came up 
 to me, and made me many acknowledgments and compli- 
 ments. Last night I desired Lord-Treasurer to do something 
 for that brother of Sacheverell's : he said he never knew he 
 had a brother, but thanked me for telling him, and imme- 
 diately put his name in his table-book. I will let Sacheverell 
 know this, that he may take his measures accordingly, but he 
 shall be none of my acquaintance. I dined to-day privately 
 with the Secretary, left him at six, paid a visit or two, and 
 came home. 
 
 23. I dined again to-day with the Secretary, but could not 
 dispatch some business I had with him, he has so much 
 besides upon his hands at this juncture, and preparing against 
 the great business to-morrow, which we are top full of. The 
 minister's design is, that the Duke of Marlborough shall be 
 censured as gently as possible, provided his friends will not 
 make head to defend him, but if they do, it may end in some 
 severer votes. A gentleman, who was just now with him, 
 tells me he is much cast down, and fallen away ; but he is 
 positive, if he has but ten friends in the House, that they 
 shall defend him to the utmost, and endeavour to prevent 
 the least censure upon him, which I think cannot be, since 
 the bribery is manifest. Sir Solomon Medina paid him six 
 thousand pounds a-year to have the employment of pro- 
 viding bread for the army, and the Duke owns it in his letter 
 to the Commissioners of Accounts. I was to-night at Lord 
 Masham's ; Lord Dupplin took out my new little pamphlet, 
 and the Secretary read a great deal of it to Lord-Trea- 
 surer ; they all commended it to the skies, and so did I, and 
 they began a health to the author. But I doubt Lord- 
 Treasurer suspected ; for he said, this is Mr Davenant's 
 style, which is his cant when he suspects me.' But I carried 
 the matter very well. Lord-Treasurer put the pamphlet in 
 
 ^ To Davenant had been often attributed the " Examiners" written 
 by Swift.
 
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 his pocket to read at home. I'll answer your letter to- 
 morrow. 
 
 24. The Secretary made me promise to dine with him to- 
 day, after the Parliament was up ; I said I would come ; but 
 I dined at my usual time ; knowing the House would sit 
 late on this great affair. I dined at a tavern with Mr Dom- 
 ville and another gentleman ; I have not done so before 
 these many months. At ten this evening I went to the 
 Secretary, but he was not come home ; I sat with his lady 
 till twelve, then came away; and he just came as I was 
 gone, and he sent to my lodgings, but I would not go back ; 
 and so I know not how things have passed, but hope all is 
 well ; and I will tell you to-morrow day. It is late, &c. 
 
 25. The Secretary sent to me this morning to know 
 whether we should dine together ; I went to him, and there 
 I learned that the question went against the Duke of Marl- 
 borough, by a majority of a hundred ; so the ministry is 
 mighty well satisfied, and the Duke will now be able to do 
 no hurt. The Secretary and I, and Lord Masham, &c., 
 dined with Lieutenant-General Withers, who is just going to 
 look after the army in Flanders : the Secretary and I left 
 them a little after seven, and I am come home, and will now 
 answer your letter, because this goes to-morrow : let me see 
 
 The box at Chester ; O, burn that box, and hang that 
 
 Sterne ; I have desired one to inquire for it who went toward 
 Ireland last Monday, but I am in utter despair of it. No, I 
 was not splenetic ; you see what plunges the court has been 
 at to set all right again. And that Duchess is not out yet, 
 and may one day cause more mischief. Somerset shows all 
 about a letter from the Queen, desiring him to let his wife 
 continue with her. Is not that rare ! I find Dingley smelled 
 a rat ; because the Whigs are iipish ; but if ever I hear that 
 word again, I'll uppish you. I am glad you got your rasp safe 
 and sound ; does Stella like her apron ? Your critics about 
 guarantees of succession are puppies ; that's an answer to 
 the objection. The answerers here made the same objection, 
 but it is wholly wrong. I am of your opinion, that Lord 
 Marlborough is used too hardly : I have often scratched out 
 passages from papers and pamphlets sent me, before they 
 were printed ; because I thought them too severe. But he 
 is certainly a vile man, and has no sort of merit beside the
 
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 military. The Examiners are good for little : I would fain 
 have hindered the severity of the two or three last, but could 
 not. I will either bring your papers over, or leave them 
 with Tooke, for whose honesty I will engage. And I think 
 it is best not to venture them with me at sea. Stella is a 
 prophet, by foretelling so very positively that all would be 
 well. Duke of Ormond speak against peace ? No, simple- 
 ton, he is one of the staunchest we have for the ministry. 
 Neither trouble yourself about the printer : he appeared the 
 first day of the term, and is to appear when summoned 
 again ; but nothing else will come of it. Lord Chief Justice 
 is cooled since this new settlement. No; I will not split 
 my journals in half ; I will write but once a fortnight : but 
 you may do as you will ; which is, read only half at once, 
 and t'other half next week. So now your letter is answered. 
 (Pox on these blots.) What must I say more? I will set 
 out in March, if there be a fit of fine weather ; unless the 
 ministry desire me to stay till the end of the session, which 
 may be a month longer : but I believe they will not : for I 
 suppose the peace will be made, and they will have no 
 farther service for me. I must make my canal fine this 
 summer, as fine as I can. I am afraid I shall see great 
 neglects among my quicksets. I hope the cherry trees on 
 the river walk are fine things now. But no more of this. 
 
 26. I forgot to finish this letter this morning, and am 
 come home so late I must give it to the bellman ; but I 
 would have it go to-night, lest you should think there is any 
 thing in the story of my being arrested in an action of 
 twenty thousand pounds by Lord Marlborough, which I hear 
 is in Dyer's Letter,' and, consequently, I suppose, gone to 
 Ireland. Farewell, dearest MD, &c. &c. 
 
 ' Dyer's "News Letter," a Tory journal appearing three times a 
 week, which seems to have been a favourite with Sir Roger de Coverley. 
 See "Spectator," No. 127.
 
 326 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 LETTER XL. 
 
 London, Jan. 26, 1711-12. 
 
 I have no gilt paper left of this size, so you must be 
 content with plain. Our Society dined together to-day, for 
 it was put off, as I told you, upon Lord Marlborough's 
 business on Thursday. The Duke of Ormond dined with 
 us to-day, the first time ; we were thirteen at table ; and 
 Lord Lansdown came in after dinner, so that we wanted 
 but three. The Secretary proposed the Duke of Beaufort, 
 who desires to be one of our Society ; but I stopped it, 
 because the Duke of Ormond doubts a little about it ; and 
 he was gone before it was proposed. I left them at seven, 
 and sat this evening with poor Mrs Wesley, who has been 
 mightily ill to-day with a fainting fit ; she has often con- 
 vulsions too ; she takes a mixture with assafxtida, which I 
 have now in my nose ; and every thing smells of it. I never 
 smelt it before ; 'tis abominable. We have eight packets, 
 they say, due from Ireland. 
 
 27. I could not see Prince Eugene at court to-day, the 
 crowd was so great. The Whigs contrive to have a crowd 
 always about him, and employ the rabble to give the word, 
 when he sets out from any place. When the Duchess of 
 Hamilton ^ came from the Queen after church, she whispered 
 me that she was going to pay me a visit : I went to Lady 
 Oglethorp's, the place appointed ; for ladies always visit me 
 in third places, and she kept me till near four : she talks too 
 much, is a plaguy detractor, and I believe I shall not much 
 like her. I was engaged to dine with Lord Masham ; they 
 staid as long as they could, yet had almost dined, and were 
 going in anger to pull down the brass peg for my hat, but 
 Lady Masham saved it. At eight I went again to Lord 
 Masham's ; Lord-Treasurer is generally there at night : we 
 sat up till almost two. Lord-Treasurer has engaged me to 
 contrive some way to keep the Archbishop of York ^ from 
 being seduced by Lord Nottingham. I will do what I can 
 in it to-morrow. 'Tis very late, so I must go sleep. 
 
 ^ The Duchess was daughter and heiress of Lord Gerrard. 
 * Dr. John Sharp.
 
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 28. Poor Mrs Manley, the author, is very ill of a dropsy 
 and sore leg ; the printer tells me he is afraid she cannot 
 live long. I am heartily sorry for her ; she has very generous 
 principles for one of her sort ; and a great deal of good 
 sense and invention : she is about forty, very homely, and 
 very fat. Mrs Van made me dine with her to-day. I was 
 this morning with the Duke of Ormond, and the Prolocutor, 
 about what Lord-Treasurer spoke to me yesterday ; I know 
 not what will be the issue. There is but a slender majority 
 in the House of Lords ; and we want more. We are sadly 
 mortified at the news of the French taking the town in 
 Brazil from the Portuguese. The sixth edition of three 
 thousand of the Conduct of the Allies is sold, and the 
 printer talks of a seventh ; eleven thousand of them have 
 been sold ; which is a most prodigious run. The little two- 
 penny Letter of Advice to the October Club does not sell ; 
 I know not the reason ; for it is finely written, I assure 
 you ; and, like a true author, I grow fond of it, because it 
 does not sell : you know that it is usual to writers to con- 
 demn the judgment of the world : if I had hinted it to 
 be mine, every body would have bought it, but it is a great 
 secret. 
 
 29. I borrowed one or two idle books of Contes de Fees, 
 and have been reading them these two days, although I have 
 much business upon my hands. I loitered till one at home ; 
 then went to Mr Lewis at his office ; and the vice-chamberlain 
 told me, that Lady Ryalton had yesterday resigned her 
 employment of lady of the bedchamber, and that Lady Jane 
 Hyde, Lord Rochester's daughter, a mighty pretty girl, is to 
 succeed. He said, too, that Lady Sunderland would resign 
 in a day or two. I dined with Lewis, and then went to see 
 Mrs Wesley, who is better to-day. But you must know that 
 Mr Lewis gave me two letters, one from the Bishop of 
 Cloyne, with an enclosed from Lord Inchequin to Lord- 
 Treasurer, which he desires I would deliver and recommend. 
 I am told that lord was much in with Lord Wharton, and I 
 remember he was to have been one of the Lords Justices by 
 his recommendation ; yet the Bishop recommends him as a 
 great friend to the church, &c. I'll do what I think proper. 
 T'other letter was from little saucy MD, N. 26. O Lord, 
 never saw the like, under a cover too, and by way of
 
 328 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 journal ; we shall never have done. Sirrahs ; how durst 
 you write so soon, sirrahs ? I won't answer it yet. 
 
 30. I was this morning with the Secretary, who was sick, 
 and out of humour ; he would needs drink champagne some 
 days ago, on purpose to spite me, because I advised him 
 against it, and now he pays for it ; Stella used to do such 
 tricks formerly ; he put me in mind of her. Lady Sunder- 
 land has resigned her place too. It is Lady Catherine 
 Hyde that succeeds Lady Ryalton; and not Lady Jane. 
 Lady Catherine is the late Earl of Rochester's daughter. 
 I dined with the Secretary, then visited his lady ; and sat 
 this evening with Lady Masham ; the Secretary came to us ; 
 but Lord-Treasurer did not ; he dined with the Master of the 
 Rolls, and staid late with him. Our Society does not meet 
 till to-morrow se'nnight, because we think the Parliament 
 will be very busy to-morrow upon the state of the war ; and 
 the Secretary, who is to treat as president, must be in the 
 house. I fancy my talking of persons and things here must 
 be very tedious to you, because you know nothing of them ; 
 and I talk as if you did. You know Kevin's Street, and 
 Werburgh Street, and (what do you call the street where 
 Mrs Walls lives?) and Ingoldsby, and Higgins, and Lord 
 vSantry ; but what care you for Lady Catherine Hyde ? Why 
 do you say nothing of your health, sirrah? I hope it is 
 well. 
 
 31. Trimnel, Bishop of Norwich, who was with this Lord 
 Sunderland at Moor Park in their travels, preached yester- 
 day before the House of Lords ; and to-day the question 
 was put to thank him, and print his sermon ; but passed 
 against him ; for it was a terrible Whig sermon. The bill to 
 repeal the act for naturalizing Protestant foreigners passed 
 the House of Lords to-day by a majority of twenty, though 
 the Scotch lords went out, and would vote neither way, in 
 discontent about Duke Hamilton's patent, if you know any 
 thing of it. A poem is come out to-day inscribed to me, by 
 way of a flirt ; for it is a Whiggish poem, and good for 
 nothing. They plagued me with it in the Court of Requests. 
 I dined with Lord-Treasurer at five alone, only with one 
 Dutchman. Prior is now a Commissioner of the Customs. 
 I told you so before, I suppose. When I came home to- 
 night, I found a letter from Dr Sacheverell, thanking me for
 
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 recommending his brother to Lord-Treasurer and Mr Secre- 
 tary for a place. Lord-Treasurer sent to him about it : so 
 good a soUcitor was I, although I once hardly thought 
 I should be a solicitor for Sacheverell. 
 
 Feb. I. Has not your Dean of St Patrick received my 
 letter ? you say nothing of it, although I writ above a month 
 ago. My printer has got the gout, and I was forced to go to 
 him to-day, and there I dined. It was a most delicious day : 
 Why don't you observe whether the same days be fine with 
 you ? To-night, at six. Dr. Atterbury, and Prior, and I, and 
 Dr Freind, met at Dr Robert Freind's house at Westminster, 
 who is master of the school : there we sat till one, and were 
 good enough company. I here take leave to tell politic 
 Dingley, that the passage in the Conduct of the Allies is so 
 far from being blameable, that the Secretary designs to insist 
 upon it in the House of Commons, when the Treaty of 
 Barrier is debated there, as it now shortly will, for they have 
 ordered it to be laid before them. The pamphlet of Advice 
 to the October Club begins now to sell; but I believe 
 its fame will hardly reach Ireland : 'tis finely written I assure 
 you. I long to answer your letter, but won't yet ; you know, 
 'tis late, etc. 
 
 2. This ends Christmas, and what care I ? I have neither 
 seen, nor felt, nor heard any Christmas this year. I passed 
 a lazy dull day. I was this morning with Lord-Treasurer, to get 
 some papers from him, which he will remember as much 
 as a cat, although it be his own business. It threatened 
 rain, but did not much ; and Prior and I walked an hour in 
 the Park, which quite put me out of my measures. I dined 
 with a friend hard by; and in the evening sat with Lord 
 Masham till twelve. Lord-Treasurer did not come ; this is 
 an idle dining day usually with him. We want to hear from 
 Holland how our peace goes on ; for we are afraid of those 
 scoundrels the Dutch, lest they should play us tricks. Lord 
 Marr,^ a Scotch earl, was with us at Lord Masham's : I was 
 arguing with him about the stubbornness and folly of his 
 countrymen ; they are so angry about the affair of the Duke 
 of Hamilton, whom the Queen has made a duke of England, 
 and the House of Lords will not admit him. He swears he 
 
 1 John, last Earl of Mar, a privy-councillor, who was concerned in 
 the rebellion of 1715.
 
 330 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 would vote for us, but dare not ; because all Scotland would 
 detest him if he did : he should never be chosen again, nor 
 be able to live there. 
 
 3. I was at court to-day to look for a dinner, but did not 
 like any that were offered me ; and I dined with Lord 
 Mountjoy. The Queen has the gout in her knee, and was 
 not at chapel. I hear we have a Dutch mail, but I know 
 not what news, although I was with the Secretary this morn- 
 ing. He showed me a letter from the Hanover envoy, Mr 
 Bothmar, complaining that the Barrier Treaty is laid before 
 the House of Commons ; and desiring that no infringement 
 may be made in the guarantee of the succession ; but the 
 Secretary has written him a peppering answer. I fancy you 
 understand all this, and are able states-girls, since you have 
 read the Conduct of the Allies. We are all preparing against 
 the birth-day ; I think it is Wednesday next. If the Queen's 
 gout increases, it will spoil sport. Prince Eugene has two 
 fine suits made against it ; and the Queen is to give him 
 a sword worth four thousand pounds, the diamonds set 
 transparent. 
 
 4. I was this morning soliciting at the House of Com- 
 mons' door for Mr Vesey, a son of the Archbishop of Tuam, 
 who has petitioned for a bill to relieve him in some difficulty 
 about his estate ; I secured him above fifty members. I 
 dined with Lady Masham. We have no packet from 
 Holland, as I was told yesterday : and this wind will hinder 
 many people from appearing at the birth-day, who expected 
 clothes from Holland. I appointed to meet a gentleman at 
 the Secretary's to-night, and they both failed. The House of 
 Commons have this day made many severe votes about our 
 being abused by our allies. Those who spoke, drew all their 
 arguments from my book, and their votes confirm all I writ ; 
 the court had a majority of a hundred and fifty : all agree 
 that it was my book that spirited them to these resolutions ; 
 I long to see them in print. My head has not been as well 
 as I could wish it for some days past, but I have not had any 
 giddy fit, and I hope it will go over. 
 
 5. The Secretary turned me out of his room this morning, 
 and showed me fifty guineas rolled up, which he was going 
 to give some French spy. I dined with four Irishmen at a 
 tavern to-day; I thought I had resolved against it before, but
 
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 I broke it. I played at cards this evening at Lady Masham's, 
 but I only played for her while she was waiting ; and I won 
 her a pool ; and supped there. Lord-Treasurer was with us, 
 but went away before twelve. The ladies and lords have all 
 their clothes ready against to-morrow : I saw several mighty 
 fine, and I hope there will be a great appearance, in spite of 
 that spiteful French fashion of the Whiggish ladies not to 
 come, which they have all resolved to a woman ; and I hope 
 it will more spirit the Queen against them for ever. 
 
 6. I went to dine at Lord Masham's at three, and met all 
 the company just coming out of court ; a mighty crowd : 
 they staid long for their coaches : I had an opportunity 
 of seeing several lords and ladies of my acquaintance in their 
 fineries. Lady Ashburnham looked the best in my eyes. 
 They say the court was never fuller nor finer. Lord- 
 Treasurer, his lady, and two daughters and Mrs Hill, dined 
 with Lord and Lady Masham ; the five ladies were monstrous 
 fine. The Queen gave Prince Eugene the diamond sword 
 to-day ; but nobody was by when she gave it, except my 
 Lord Chamberlain. There was an entertainment of opera 
 songs at night, and the Queen was at all the entertainment, 
 and is very well after it. I saw Lady Wharton, as ugly as the 
 devil, coming out in the crowd all in an undress ; she has 
 been with the Marlborough daughters and Lady Bridgewater 
 in St James's, looking out of the window all undressed to see 
 the sight. I do not hear that one Whig lady was there, 
 except those of the Bedchamber. Nothing has made so 
 great a noise as one Kelson's chariot, that cost nine hundred 
 and thirty pounds, the finest was ever seen. The rabble 
 huzzaed him as much as they did Prince Eugene. This is 
 birth-day chat. 
 
 7. Our Society met to-day, the Duke of Ormond was not 
 with us ; we have lessened our dinners, which were grown 
 so extravagant, that Lord-Treasurer and every body else 
 cried shame. I left them at seven, visited for an hour, and 
 then came home, like a good boy. The Queen is much 
 better after yesterday's exercise : her friends wish she would 
 use a little more. I opposed Lord Jersey's ^ election into 
 our Society, and he is refused : I likewise opposed the Duke 
 
 ^ William Villiers, second earl.
 
 332 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 of Beaufort ; but I believe he will be chosen in spite of 
 me : I don't much care ; I shall not be with them above 
 two months ; for I resolve to set out for Ireland the begin- 
 ning of April next, (before I treat them again,) and see my 
 willows. 
 
 8. I dined to-day in the city ; this morning a scoundrel 
 dog, one of the Queen's music, a German, whom I had 
 never seen, got access to me in my chamber by Patrick's 
 folly, and gravely desired me to get an employment in 
 the Customs for a friend of his, who would be very grateful ; 
 and likewise to forward a project of his own, for raising ten 
 thousand pounds a-year upon operas : I used him civiller 
 than he deserved ; but it vexed me to the pluck.^ He was 
 told, I had a mighty interest with Lord-Treasurer, and one 
 word of mine, &c. — Well ; I got home early on purpose to 
 answer M'D's letter, N. 26 ; for this goes to-morrow. — Well ; 
 I never saw such a letter in all my life ; so saucy, so 
 journalish, so sanguine, so pretending, so every thing. I 
 satisfied all your fears in my last ; all is gone well, as you 
 say ; yet you are an impudent slut to be so positive ; you 
 will swagger so upon your sagacity, that we shall never have 
 done. Pray don't mislay your reply ; I would certainly 
 print it, if I had it here : how long is it ? I suppose half a 
 sheet : was the answer written in Ireland ? Yes, yes, you 
 shall have a letter when you come from Baligall. I need 
 not tell you again who's out and who's in : we can never get 
 out the Duchess of Somerset. — So, they say Presto writ the 
 Conduct, &c. Do they like it ? I don't care whether they 
 do or no ; but the Resolutions printed t'other day in the 
 Votes are almost quotations from it ; and would never have 
 passed, if that book had not been written. I will not meddle 
 with the Spectator, let him fair-sex it to the world's end. 
 
 My disorder is over, but blood was not from the p — les. 
 
 Well, Madam Dingley, the frost ; why we had a great frost, 
 but I forget how long ago ; it lasted above a week or ten 
 days : I believe about six weeks ago ; but it did not break 
 so soon with us I think as December 29 ; yet I think 
 it was about that time, on second thoughts. MD can 
 have no letter from Presto, says you ; and yet four days 
 
 * Entrails.
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 333 
 
 before you own you had my thirty-seventh, unreasonable 
 sluts ! The Bishop of Gloucester is not dead, and I am as 
 likely to succeed the Duke of Marlborough as him if he 
 were ; there's enough for that now. It is not unlikely that 
 the Duke of Shrewsbury will be your governor; at least I 
 believe the Duke of Ormond will not return. — Well, Stella 
 again : why really three editions of the Conduct, &c. is very 
 much for Ireland ; it is a sign you have some honest among 
 you. Well ; I will do Mr Manley all the service I can : 
 but he will ruin himself. What business had he to engage 
 at all about the city ? can't he wish his cause well, and be 
 quiet, when he finds that stirring will do it no good, and 
 himself a great deal of hurt ; I cannot imagine who should 
 open my letter : it must be done at your side. — If I hear of 
 any thoughts of turning out Mr Manley, I will endeavour to 
 prevent it. I have already had all the gentlemen of Ireland 
 here upon my back often, for defending him. So now I 
 have answered your saucy letter. My humble service to 
 Goody Stoyte and Catherine ; I will come soon for my 
 dinner. 
 
 9. Morning. My cold goes off at last ; but I think I 
 have got a small new one. I have no news since last. They 
 say we hear by the way of Calais, that peace is very near 
 concluding. I hope it may be true. I'll go and seal up my 
 letter, and give it myself to-night into the post-ofifice ; and 
 so I bid my dearest MD farewell till to-night. I heartily 
 wish myself with them, as hope saved. My willows, and 
 quicksets, and trees, will be finely improved, I hope, this 
 year. It has been fine hard frosty weather yesterday and 
 to-day. Farewell, &c. &c. &c.
 
 334 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 LETTER XLI." 
 
 Addressed " To [M'^ Johnson at her] 
 
 lodgings over against S* Mary's 
 
 Church near Capeil Street, Dublin, 
 
 Ireland." 
 Endorsed by Esther Johnson : " Rec"^ 
 
 Mar. ist." 
 
 London, Feb^. 9, 1711-12. 
 
 When my Letter is gone, and I have none of yrs to 
 answer, my Conscience is so clear, and my shoulder so light, 
 and I go on with such courage to prate upon nothing to 
 deerichar MD, 00 would wonder. I dined with Sir Mat 
 Dudley, who is newly turned out of Commissn of the 
 Customs. He affects a good Heart, and talks in the 
 
 i extremity of Whiggery, which was always his Principle, tho 
 he was gentle a little, while he kept in Employment ; We can 
 yet get no Pacquets from HoUd. I have not been with any 
 of the Ministry these 2 or 3 days. I keep out of their way 
 on purpose, for a certain Reason, for some time, tho I must 
 dine with the Sect^ to-morrow, the choosing of the Com- 
 pany being left to me. I have engaged Ld Anglesea and 
 Ld Carteret, and have promised to get 3 more ; but I have 
 a mind that none else should be admitted : however, if I 
 like any body at Court to-morrow, I may perhaps invite 
 them. I have got another cold, but not very bad. [Nite 
 dee MD.'] 
 
 ^ 10. I saw Pr Eugene at Court to-day very plain ; He is 
 
 plaguy yellow, and tolerably ugly besides. The Court was 
 very full, and People had their Birth-day Clothes. I dined 
 with the Sec*^ to-day. I was to invite 5 ; but I only 
 invited two, Ld Anglesea and Ld Carteret. Pshaw, I told 
 y this but yesterday. — We have no paquets from Hold yet. 
 Here are a parcel of drunken whiggish lords, like yr Ld 
 Santry, who come into Chocolate Houses, and rail aloud at 
 the Toryes, and have Challenges sent them, and the next 
 
 ^ This letter is here printed exactly from the manuscript. Holo- 
 graphs of this and all the remaining letters exist in the British Museum. 
 See Introduction, p. xii. The words in the address inclosed in square 
 brackets are scribbled over. 
 
 * Apparently. The words are almost obliterated in the MS.
 
 I71I-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 335 
 
 morning come and beg Pardon. General Ross * was like to 
 swinge the Marquis of Winchester^ for this Trick, tother 
 day ; and we have nothing else now to talk of till the Parlia- 
 ment has had another Bout with the State of the War, as they 
 intend in a few days. They have ordered the Barrier Treaty 
 to be layd before them ; and it was talkt some time ago, as 
 if there was a design to impeach Ld Townshend, who made 
 it. I have no more Politicks now. Nite dee MD. 
 
 11. I dined with Ld Anglesea to-day, who had 7 Irish- 
 men to be my Companions, of which 2 only were Cox- 
 combs, one I did not know, and tother was young Blith, 
 who is a Puppy of figure here, with a fine Chariot. He 
 askt me one day at Court, when I had been just talking 
 with some Lds, who stood near me, Dr, when shall we see 
 y in the County of Meath ? I whispered him to take care 
 what he sd, for the People would think he was some Bar- 
 barian. He never would speak to me since, till we met to- 
 day. I went to Ldy Mashams to-night, and sate with Ld 
 Treas"" and the Secre*^ there till past 2 o'clock ; and when I 
 came home, found some Letters from Ireld, which I read, 
 but can say nothing of them till to-morrow, tis so very late ; 
 but I must always be ***,^ late or early, [Nite deelest *****/] 
 
 12. One Lettr was from the Bp of CI last night, and 
 tother from Walls, about Mrs South's ° sallary, and his own 
 Pension of 18" for his Tythe of the Park. I will do nothing 
 in either, the first I cannot serve in, and the other is a 
 Trifle ; only y may tell him I had his Lettr, and will speak 
 to Ned Southwell about what he desires me. Y say 
 nothing of your Deans receiving my letter. I find Clements, 
 whom I recommended to Ld Anglesey " last year, at Walls's 
 desire, or rather the Bishop of Cl's, is mightily in Lord 
 Anglesea's favr. Y may tell the Bp and Walls so ; I sd 
 to Lord Anglesea, that I was '' I had the good Luck to re- 
 commend him, &c. I dined in the City with my Printer, 
 
 ' Charles Ross, who was Lieutenant-General of the Horse under 
 Ormond in Flanders. 
 
 * Charles Paulelt, afterwards third Duke of Bolton. 
 
 ' Word obliterated. Probably " found,'' though Forster reads " oors." 
 
 * Words obliterated in MS. 
 
 * Widow of an Irish revenue official. 
 
 * Secretary of State for Ireland. 
 
 ' "Glad " omitted by the writer's mistake.
 
 336 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 to consult with him about some Papers Ld Tr gave me last 
 night, as he always does, too late; However, I will do 
 something with them. My third Cold is a Uttle bettr ; I 
 nevr had any thing like it before, three Colds successively ; 
 I hope I shall have the 4th.^ Three ^ messengers come 
 from Holld to-day, and they brought over the six Pacquets 
 that were due ; I know not the particulars yet, for when I 
 was with the Secrty at noon, they were just opening ; but 
 one thing I find, that the Dutch are playing us Tricks, and 
 tampering with the French ; they are dogs ; I shall know 
 more [tomollow . . . MD.] ' 
 
 13. I dined to-day privately with my Friend Lewis, at his 
 Lodgings, to consult about some Observations on the 
 Barrier Treaty. Our news from Holland is not good. The 
 French raise difficulties, and make such Offers to the Allies as 
 cannot be accepted. And the Dutch are uneasy that we are 
 likely to get any thing for ourselves ; and the Whigs are glad 
 at all this. I came home early, and have been very busy 
 3 or 4 hours. I had a Letter from Dr Prat to-day by 
 a private hand, recommending the Bearer to me, for some- 
 thing that I shall not trouble myself about. Wesly writ 
 to recommend the same Fellow to me. His expression is, 
 that, hearing I am acquainted with my Lord-Treas', 
 he desires I would do so and so : A matter of nothing. 
 What Puppyes are Mankind. I hope I shall be wiser when I 
 have once done with Courts. I think y hant troubled me 
 much with yr Recommendations. I would do y all the 
 saairs * I could. Pray have you got yr [* * * * rs f] Ppt ? I 
 pd for it but yesterday ; that puts me in mind of it. I writ 
 an Inventory of what things I sent by Lee in one of my 
 Letters ; did y compare it with what y got ? I hear nothing 
 of yr Cards now : do y never play ? Yes, at Baligawl. Go 
 to bed. [Nite, .... MD.] « 
 
 14. Our society dined to-day at Mr Score's house. I 
 
 * Words obliterated in the MS. Forster professes to read " fourth. 
 Euge, euge, euge." 
 
 ■^ Should perhaps be " those." 
 
 ' Words obliterated ; only "tomollow . . . MD " can be read. 
 
 * Apparently for " service." 
 
 ' Words not obliterated, but almost unreadable. We can perhaps 
 read, " Appen Maram Ppt." Forster reads, "oor aplon Maram Ppt," 
 i.t. " Your apron, Madam Ppt." ' Words obliterated in MS.
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 337 
 
 went there at four ; but hearing the House of Commons 
 would sit late upon the Barrier Treaty, I went for an hour 
 to Kensington, to see Ld Masham's Children. My young 
 Nephew,^ his son of 6 months old, has got a swelling in his 
 Neck, I fear it is the Evil. We did not go to dinner till 8 at 
 night, and I left them at 10. The Commons have been 
 very severe on the Barrier Treaty, as y will find by their 
 Votes. A Whig member took out the Conduct of the 
 Allies, and read that Passage about the Succession with 
 great Resentment ; but none seconded him. The Church 
 Party carryed every Vote by a great Majority. The A. B.' 
 Dublin is so raild at by all who come from Ired, that I can 
 defend him no longer. Lord Anglesea assured me, that the 
 Story of applying Piso out of Tacitus to Ld-Treasrs being 
 wounded is true. I beUeve the D of Beaufort will be 
 admitted to our Society next meeting. To-day I published 
 the Fable of Midas, a Poem, printed in a loose half sheet of 
 Paper. I know not how it will sell ; but it passd wonder- 
 fully at our Society to-night ; and Mr Sec*^ read it before me 
 the other night to Ld Tr, at Ld Mashams, where they 
 equally approved of it. Tell me how it passes with you. I 
 think this Paper is larger than ordinary ; for here is 6 days 
 Journal, and no nearer the Bottom. I fear these Journals 
 are very dull. Nite my deelest lives.' 
 
 15. Mr Lewis and I dined by Invitation with a Scotch 
 acquaintance, after I had been very busy in my Chambr till 
 2 afternoon. My third Cold is now very troublesome on my 
 Breast, especially in the Morning. This is a great Revolution 
 in my Health ; Colds never used to return so soon with me, 
 or last so long. Tis very surprising this news to-day, of the 
 Dauphin and Dauphiness both dying within 6 days. They say 
 the old king is almost heart-broke. He has had prodigious 
 mortifications in his Family. The Dauphin has left 2 Uttle 
 Sons, of 4 and 2 years old ; the eldest is sick. There is 
 a foolish Story got about the Town, that Ld Strafford, one of 
 our Plenipotentiaries, is in the Interests of France : and 
 it has been a good while sd, that Ld Privy Seal * and he do 
 
 ^ By courtesy, as the son of a " brother. " 
 
 * The Archbishop, Dr. King. 
 
 ^ Printed by Scott as "Note my dullest lines." (!) 
 
 * Dr. Robinson, Bishop of Bristol. 
 
 11. Z
 
 3i8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 not agree very well. They are both long practised in 
 Business, but neither of them of much Parts. Strafford has 
 some Life and Spirit ; but is infinitely proud, and wholly 
 illiterate. Nite, MD. 
 
 1 6. I dined to-day in the City with my Printer, to finish 
 something I am doing about the Barrier Treaty ; but it is not 
 quite done.^ I went this evening to Ld Masham's, where 
 Ld-Treas'" sat with us till past 12. The Lds have voted an 
 Adress to the Qu, to tell her they are not satisfied with 
 the King of France's offers. The Whigs brought it in of a 
 sudden ; and the Court could not prevent it, and therefore 
 did not oppose it. The H of Lds is too strong in Whigs, 
 notwithstanding the new Creations ; for they are very dili- 
 gent, and the Toryes as lazy : the side that is down has 
 always most Industry. The Whigs intended to have made a 
 Vote that would reflect on Ld-Treas'' ; but their Project was 
 not ripe. I hit my face such a rap by calling the Coach to 
 stop to-night, that it is plaguy sore, the bone beneath the 
 eye. Nite deel DM. 
 
 17. The Court was mighty full to-day, and has been these 
 many Sundays ; but the Qu was not at Chapel. She has 
 got a little fitt of the Gout in her foot. The good of going to 
 Court is, that one sees all ones Acquaintance, whom other- 
 wise I should hardly meet twice a-year. Prince Eugene 
 dines with the Secretary to-day, with about 7 or 8 General 
 Officers, or forein Ministers. They will be all drunk, I am 
 sure. I never was in company with this Prince ; I have 
 proposed to some Lds that we should have a sober Meal with 
 him ; but I cant compass it. It is come over in the Dutch 
 News Prints, that I was arrested on an action of 2o,oooll by 
 D Marlbro. I did not like my Court Invitation to-day ; so 
 Sir A Fountaine and I went and dined with Mrs Van. I 
 came home at 6, and have been very busy till this minute, 
 and it is past 12. So I got into bed to write to MD *****.■ 
 We reckon the Dauphin's death will put forward the Peace a 
 good deal. Pray is Dr Griffith reconcild to me yet ? Have 
 I done enough to soften him ? ***** ^ 
 
 * "Remarks on the Barrier Treaty." 
 
 • About half a dozen words are obliterated, ending apparently with 
 "MD." 
 
 ' A long erasure.
 
 1711-12] JOURNAL TO STELLA 339 
 
 18. Lewis had Guiscard's Picture; he bought it, and 
 offered it to Ld-Treas"", who promised to send for it, but 
 never did ; so I made Lewis give it me, and I have it in 
 my Room ; and now Ld-Treasr says he will take it from me, 
 is that fair ? He designs to have it at Length in the clothes 
 he was when he did the Action, and a Penknife in his hand ; 
 and Kneller is to copy it from this that I have. I intended 
 to dine with Ld-Treas"" to-day, but he has put me off till- 
 morrow ; so I dined with Lord Dupplin. Y know Ld 
 Dupplin very well ; he is a Brother of the Society. Well, 
 but I have received a Lettr from the Bp of Clogher,' to 
 solicit an Affair for him with Ld-Treasr, and with the 
 Parlnt, w'^'' I will do as soon as fly. I am not near so keen 
 about other People's affairs as *** ^ used to reproach me 
 about ; it was a Judgmt on me. Hearkee, Idle dearees both, 
 meetinks I begin to want a Rettle fiom ^ MD : faith, and so I 
 do. I doubt y have been in pain about the Report of my 
 being arrested. The Pamphleteers have let me alone this 
 month, w*^*" is a great wonder : only the 3*^ part of the Answer 
 to the Conduct, which is lately come out. (Did I tell y of 
 it already ?) The H. of Commons goes on in mauling the 
 late Ministry and their Proceedings. [Nite deelest MD.] ^ 
 
 19. I dined with Ld-Treas"" to-day, and sat with him till 10, 
 in spight of my Teeth, though my Printer waited for me to 
 correct a Sheet. I told him of 4 Lines I writ extempore 
 with my Pencil, on a bit of Paper in his House, while he lay 
 wounded. Some of the servants, I suppose, made waste 
 paper of them, and he never had heard of them. Shall I 
 tell them you ; They were inscribed to Mr Harley's 
 Physician. Thus 
 
 On Europe Britain's safety lyes ; ' Britain is lost, if 
 Harley dyes. Harley depends upon your Skill : Think 
 what you save, or what you kill. 
 
 » Query "Cloyn." 
 
 ^ Words obliterated. Forster reads, "saucy Ppt." 
 
 ' Letter from. 
 
 * Words partially obliterated. 
 
 ' The line should of course have been written, "On Britain Europe's 
 safety lyes." Hawkesvvorth made the necessary correction. I may here 
 remark that in the original MSS. all the verse and doggerel is written 
 continuously as prose.
 
 340 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 Are they not enough to be done off hand ; for that is the 
 meaning of the word extempore w'^'^ y did not know, did you ? 
 I proposed that some Company should dine with him on 
 the 8"* of March, which was the day he was wounded, but 
 he says he designs that the Lds of the Cabinet, who then 
 sate with him, should dine that day with them : however, he 
 has invited me too. I am not yet rid of my cold ; it plagues 
 me in the morning chiefly. Nite, MD. 
 
 20. After waiting to catch the Sect''' coming out from Sir 
 T Hanmer, for 2 hours, in vain, about some Business, I 
 went into the City to my Printer, to correct some sheets of 
 the Barrier Treaty and Remarks, w"" must be finished to- 
 morrow ; I have been horrible busy for some days past, 
 with this and some other Things ; and I wanted some very 
 necessary Papers, w*^"" the Sec''' was to give me, and the 
 Pamphlet must not be published without them. But they 
 are all busy too. Sir Tho Hanmer is Chairman of the 
 Committee for drawing up a Representation of the State of 
 the Nation to the Qu — , where all the wrong steps of the 
 Allyes and late Ministry about the War will be mentioned. 
 The Sec''', I suppose, was helping him about it to-day; I 
 believe it will be a Pepperer. Nite, dee MD. 
 
 21. I have been 6 hours to-day morning writing 19 Pages 
 of a Lettr to-day to Ld-Treas"", about forming a Society 
 or Academy, to correct and fix the English Language. (Is 
 English a Speech or a Language ?) It will not be above five 
 or 6 more. I will send it to him to-morrow, and will print 
 it, if he desires me.^ I dined, you know, with our Society 
 to-day ; Thursday is our day. We had a new member 
 admitted ; it was the D. of Beaufort. We had 1 3 met ; 
 Brother Ormond was not there, but sent his Excuse that 
 Prince Eugene dined with him. I left them at 7, being 
 engaged to go to Sir Tho Hanmer, who desired I would see 
 him at that hour. His business was, that I would hoenlbp 
 ihainm ttaoi dsroamvs ubpl tohne sroeqporaensiepnotlastoiqobn^ 
 which I consented to do ; but know not whether I shall 
 
 ^ " A Proposal for Correcting, Improving, and Ascertaining the 
 English Tongue, in a Letter to the Most Honourable Robert Earl of 
 Oxford," 17 1 2. The only piece which Swift printed with his name. 
 
 ^ Omitting every other letter we read, "help him to draw up the 
 representation."
 
 1711-12] JOURNAL TO STELLA 34I 
 
 succeed ; because it is a little out of my way. However, I 
 have taken my share. Nite, MD. 
 
 22. I finished the rest of my Lettr to Ld-Treas'' to-day, 
 and sent it to him about one a Clock ; and then dined 
 privately with my friend Mr Lewis, to talk over some Affairs 
 of moment. I had gotten the 13th volume of Rymer's 
 Collection of the Records of the Tower, for the University 
 of Dublin. I have 2 volumes now. I will write to the 
 Provost, to know how I shall send them to him ; no, I 
 won't, for I will bring them myself among my own Books. 
 I was with Hanmer this morning, and there were the Secr'^ 
 and Chancellor of the Excheqr ^ very busy with him, laying 
 their heads together about the Representation. I went to 
 Ld Masham's to-night, and Lady Masham made me read to 
 her a pretty 2 penny Pamphlet, called the St Alban's Ghost.^ 
 I thought I had writ it myself; so did they ; but I did not. 
 Ld-Treas"" came down to us from the Queen, and we staid 
 till 2 o'clock. That is the best night place I have. The 
 usually ' company are Ld and Lady Masham, Ld-Treas"", Dr 
 Arbuthnot, and I ; sometimes the Seer''', and sometimes 
 Mrs Hill of the Bed-chamber, Lady Masham's sister. I 
 assure 00, it im vely rate now ; but zis goes to-morrow : 
 and I must have time to converse with own richar MD. [Nite, 
 deelest SoUahs.''] 
 
 23. I have no news to tell y this last day, nor do I know 
 where I shall dine. I hear the Seer''' is a little out of 
 order ; perhaps I may dine there, perhaps not. I sent 
 Hanmer what he wanted from me, I know not how he will 
 approve of it. I was to do more of the same sort ; I am 
 going out, and must carry zis in my Pottick to give it at some 
 generall Post-house. I will talk farther with 00 at night. 
 I suppose in my next I shall answer a Lettr from MD that 
 will be sent me. On Tuesday it will be 4 weeks since I hd 
 yr last, N. 26. This day sennight I expect one, for that 
 will be something more than a full Month. Farewell, MD.' 
 
 ^ Robert Benson. 
 
 * "The Story of the St. Alban's Ghost," a political skit included 
 in Scott's edition of Swift. 
 
 ' Mistake for "usual." 
 
 * Words partially obliterated. * Long erasure at end.
 
 342 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 LETTER XLII.' 
 
 London, Feb. 23, 1711-12. 
 
 After having disposed my last letter in the post-office, I 
 am now to begin this with teUing MD that I dined with the 
 Secretary to-day, who is much out of order with a cold, and 
 feverish ; yet he went to the cabinet council to-night at six, 
 against my will. The Secretary is much the greatest com- 
 moner in England, and turns the whole Parliament, who can 
 do nothing without him ; and if he lives and has his health, 
 will, I believe, be one day at the head of affairs. I have told 
 him sometimes, that, if I were a dozen years younger, I 
 would cultivate his favour, and trust my fortune with his. 
 But what care 00 for all this ? I am sorry when I came first 
 acquainted with this ministry, that I did not send you their 
 names and characters, and then you would have relished 
 would ^ I would have writ, especially if I had let you into the 
 particulars of affairs : but enough of this. Nite, deelest 
 logues. 
 
 24. I went early this morning to the Secretary, who is not 
 yet well. Sir Thomas Hanmer and the Chancellor of the 
 Exchequer came while I was there, and he would not let me 
 stir ; so I did not go to church, but was busy with them till 
 noon, about the affair I told you in my last. The other two 
 went away ; and I dined with the Secretary, and found my 
 head very much out of order, but no absolute fit ; and I have 
 not been well all this day. It has shook me a little. I some- 
 times sit up very late at Lord Masham's, and have writ much 
 for several days [past] : ^ but I will amend both ; for I have 
 now very little business, and hope I shall have no more, and 
 I am resolved to be a great rider this summer in Ireland. I 
 was to see Mrs Wesley this evening, who has been somewhat 
 better for this month past, and talks of returning to the Bath 
 in a few weeks. Our peace goes on but slowly ; the Dutch 
 are playing tricks, and we do not push it strongly as we 
 ought. The fault of our court is delay, of which the Queen 
 
 ^ The fly-leaf is torn off. Endorsed at top by Stella " Rec^ Ma^ 19." 
 ' By mistake for "what." 
 ' Smudge in MS.
 
 I71I-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 343 
 
 has a great deal ; and Lord-Treasurer is not without his share. 
 But pay richar MD ret us know a little of your life and 
 tonvelsasens.^ Do you play at ombre, or visit the Dean, 
 and Goody Walls and Stoytes and Manleys, as usual ? I 
 must have a letter from you, to fill the other side of this 
 sheet. Let me know what you do ? Is my aunt alive yet ? 
 O, pray, now I think of it, be so kind to step to my aunt, 
 and take notice of my great-grandfather's picture ; you know 
 he has a ring on his finger, with a seal of an anchor and 
 dolphin about it ; but I think there is besides, at the bottom 
 of the picture, the same coat of arms quartered with another, 
 which I suppose was my great-grandmother's. If this be so, 
 it is a stronger argument than the seal. And pray see 
 whether you think that coat of arms was drawn at the same 
 time with the picture, or whether it be of a later hand ; and 
 ask my aunt what she knows about it. But perhaps there is 
 no such coat of arms on the picture, and I only dreamed it. 
 My reason is, because I would ask some herald here, whether 
 I should choose that coat, or one in Guillim's large folio ot 
 heraldry, where my uncle Godwin is named with another 
 coat of arms of three stags. This is sad stuff to write ; so 
 nite, MD. 
 
 25. I was this morning again with the Secretary, and we 
 were two hours busy ; and then went together to the Park, 
 Hyde Park, I mean ; and he walked to cure his cold, and we 
 were looking at two Arabian horses sent some time ago to 
 Lord-Treasurer. The Duke of Marlborough's coach over- 
 took us, with his grace and Lord Godolphin in it ; but they 
 did not see us, to our great satisfaction; for neither of us 
 desired that either of those two lords should see us together. 
 There was half a dozen ladies riding like cavaliers to take the 
 air. My head is better to-day. I dined with the Secretary ; 
 but we did no business after dinner, and at six I walked into 
 the fields ; the days are grown pure and long ; then I went 
 to visit Percival and his family, whom I had seen but once 
 since they come to town. They too are going to the Bath 
 next month. Countess Doll of Meath ^ is such an owl, that 
 wherever I visit, people are asking me, whether I know such 
 
 ^ " Pray richar MD let us know a little of your life and conversation." 
 " Richar " is untranslatable, see Introduction, pp. xv.-xvi. 
 * Dorothea, widow of Edward, fourth Earl of Meath.
 
 344 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 an Irish lady, and her figure and her foppery ? I came home 
 early, and have been amusing myself with looking into one 
 of Rymer's volumes of the Records of the Tower, and am 
 mighty easy to think I have no urgent business upon my 
 hands. My third cold is not yet off; I sometimes cough, 
 and am not right with it in the morning. Did I tell you, 
 that I believe it is Lady Masham's hot rooms that give it me ? 
 I never knew such a stove ; and in my conscience, I believe 
 both my lord and she, my Lord-Treasurer, Mr. Secretary, 
 and myself, have all suffered by it. We have all had colds 
 together, but I walk home on foot. Nite dee logues. 
 
 26. I was again busy with the Secretary. We read over 
 some papers, and did a good deal of business. I dined with 
 him, and we were to do more business after dinner ; but after 
 dinner is after dinner — an old saying and a true, " much 
 drinking, little thinking." We had company with us, and 
 nothing could be done, and I am to go there again to-morrow. 
 I have now nothing to do ; and the Parliament, by the 
 Queen's recommendation, is to take some method for pre- 
 venting libels, &c. which will include pamphlets, I suppose. 
 I don't know what method they will take, but it comes on 
 in a day or two. To-day in the morning I visited upwards ; 
 first I saw the Duke of Ormond below stairs, and gave him 
 joy of his being declared General in Flanders ; then I went 
 up one pair of stairs, and sate with the Duchess ; then I went 
 up another pair of stairs, and paid a visit to Lady Betty ; and 
 desired her woman to go up to the garret, that I might pass 
 half an hour with her, but she was young and handsome, and 
 would not. The Duke is our president this week, and I have 
 bespoke a small dinner on purpose, for good example. Nite 
 im deelest logues. 
 
 27. I was again with the Secretary this morning; but we 
 only read over some papers with Sir Thomas Hanmer ; then 
 I called at Lord-Treasurer's ; it was his levee day, but I went 
 up to his bed-chamber, and said what I had to say. I came 
 down and peeped in at the chamber, where a hundred fools 
 were waiting, and two streets were full of coaches. I dined 
 in the city with my printer,^ and came back at six to Lord- 
 Treasurer, who had invited me to dinner, but I refused him. 
 
 * "John Barber, afterwards Lord Mayor." (Note in original edition.)
 
 I71I-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA • 345 
 
 I sate there an hour or two, and then went to Lord Masham's. 
 They were all abroad : so truly I came, and read whatever 
 stuff was next me. I can sit and be idle now, which I have 
 not been above a year past. However, I will stay out the 
 session, to see if they have any further commands for me, 
 and that I suppose will end in April. But I may go some- 
 what before, for I hope all will be ended by then, and we 
 shall have either a certain peace, or certain war. The ministry 
 is contriving new funds for money by lotteries, and we go on 
 as if the war were to continue, but I believe it will not. 'Tis 
 pretty late now, ung oomens ; so I bid 00 nite own dee dallars. 
 
 28. I have been packing up some books in a great box I 
 have bought, and must buy another for clothes and luggage, 
 This is a beginning towards a removal. I have sent to 
 Holland for a dozen shirts, and design to buy another new 
 gown and hat. I will come over like a zinkerman,^ and lay 
 out nothing in clothes in Ireland this good while. I have 
 writ this night to the Provost. Our Society met to-day as 
 usual, and we were fourteen, beside the Earl of Arran, 
 whom his brother, the Duke of Ormond, brought among us 
 against all order. We were mightily shocked ; but, after 
 some whispers, it ended in choosing Lord Arran one of our 
 Society, which I opposed to his face, but it was carried by 
 all the rest against me. 
 
 29. This is leap-year, and this is leap-day. Prince George 
 was born on this day. People are mistaken ; and some here 
 think it is St. David's day ; but they do not understand the 
 virtue of leap-year. I have nothing to do now, boys, and 
 have been reading all this day like Gumdragon ; and yet I 
 was dictating some trifles this morning to a printer. I dined 
 with a friend hard by, and the weather was so discouraging 
 I could not walk. I came home early, and have read two 
 hundred pages of Arrian. Alexander the Great is just dead ; 
 I do not think he was poisoned ; betwixt you and me, all 
 those are but idle stories : it is certain that neither Ptolemy 
 nor Aristobulus thought so, and they were both with him 
 when they^ died. It is a pity we have not their his- 
 
 ^ "The editors supposed Ziiikerman (which they printed in capitals) 
 to mean some outlandish or foreign distinction ; but it is the little 
 language for ' gentleman ' " (Forster). 
 
 2 Mistake for " he."
 
 34^ JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 tories. The bill for limiting members of Parliament to 
 have but so many places, passed the House of Commons, 
 and will pass the House of Lords, in spite of the ministry, 
 which you know is a great lessening of the Queen's power. 
 Four of the new lords voted against the court in this point, 
 It is certainly a good bill in the reign of an ill prince, but I 
 think things are not settled enough for it at present. And 
 the court may want a majority at a pinch. Nite deelest 
 logues. Rove Pdfr. 
 
 March i. I went into the city to inquire after poor Strat- 
 ford, who has put himself a prisoner into the Queen's 
 Bench, for which his friends blame him much, because his 
 creditors designed to be very easy with him. He grasped 
 at too many things together, and that was his ruin. There 
 is one circumstance relative to Lieutenant-General Meredith, 
 that is very melancholy : Meredith was turned out of all his 
 employments last year,^ and had about ;^ 10,000 left to live 
 on. Stratford, upon friendship, desired he might have the 
 management of it for Meredith, to put it into the stocks and 
 funds for the best advantage, and now he has lost it all. — 
 You have heard me often talk of Stratford ; we were class- 
 fellows at school and university. I dined with some mer- 
 chants, his friends, to-day, and they said they expected his 
 breaking this good while. I gave him notice of a treaty of 
 peace, while it was a secret, of which he might have made 
 good use, but that helped to ruin him ; for he gave money, 
 reckoning there would be actually a peace for this time, and 
 consequently stocks rise high. Ford narrowly 'scapt losing 
 _;^5oo by him, and so did I too. Nite, my two deelest 
 rives MD. 
 
 2. Morning. I was wakened at three this morning, my 
 man and the people of the house telling me of a great fire 
 in the Haymarket. I slept again, and two hours after my 
 man came in again, and told me it was my poor brother Sir 
 William Wyndham's house burnt, and that two maids, leap- 
 ing out of an upper room to avoid the fire, both fell on their 
 heads, one of them upon the iron spikes before the door, 
 and both lay dead in the streets. It is supposed to have 
 been some carelessness of one or both those maids. The 
 
 ^ See above, p. 71, note.
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 347 
 
 Duke of Ormond was there helping to put out the fire. 
 Brother Wyndham gave ;^6ooo but a few months ago for 
 that house, as he told me, and it was very richly furnished. 
 I shall know more particulars at night. — He married Lady 
 Katherine Seymour, the Duke of Somerset's daughter ; you 
 know her, I believe. — At night. Wyndham's young child 
 escaped very narrowly ; Lady Katherine escaped barefoot ; 
 they all went to Northumberland House. Mr Bridges's 
 house, at next door, is damaged much, and was like to be 
 burnt. Wyndham has lost above ;^i 0,000 by this. accident. 
 His lady above a thousand pounds worth of clothes. It 
 was a terrible accident. He was not at court to-day. I 
 dined with Lord Masham. The Queen was not at church. 
 Nite, MD. 
 
 3. Pray tell Walls that I spoke to the Duke of Ormond 
 and Mr Southwell about his friend's affair, who, I find, 
 needed not me for a solicitor, for they both told me the 
 thing would be done. I Ukewise mentioned his own affair 
 to Mr Southwell, and I hope that will be done too, for 
 Southwell seems to think it reasonable, and I will mind him 
 of it again. Tell him this nakedly. You need not know 
 the particulars. They are secrets ; one of them is about 
 Mrs South having a pension ; the other about his salary 
 from the government for the tithes of the park, that lie in 
 his parish, to be put upon the establishment, but 00 must 
 not know zees sings, zey are secrets ; & we must keep them 
 flom nauty dallars. I dined in the city with my printer, 
 with whom I had some small affair. I have no large work 
 on my hands now. I was with Lord-Treasurer this morning, 
 and hat [what] care 00 for zat ? You dined with the Dean to- 
 day. Monday is parson's holiday. And 00 lost 00 money at 
 cards and dice ; ze Givars ^ device. So I'll go to bed. Nite, my 
 two deelest logues. 
 
 4. I sate to-day with poor Mrs Wesley, who made me dine 
 with her. She is much better than she was. I heartily pray 
 for her health, out of the entire love I bear to her worthy 
 husband. This day has passed very insignificantly. But it 
 is a great comfort to me now, that I can come home and 
 read, and have nothing upon my hands to write. I was at 
 
 ^ Devil's, see p. xv.
 
 348 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 Lord Masham's to-night, and staid there till one. Lord- 
 Treasurer was there ; but I thought, I thought ' he looked 
 melancholy, just as he did at the beginning of the session, 
 and he was not so merry as usual. In short, the majority 
 in the House of Lords is a very weak one : and he has much 
 ado to keep it up ; and he is not able to make those removes 
 he would, and oblige his friends ; and I doubt to [too] he 
 does not take care enough about it, or rather cannot do all 
 himself, and will not employ others : which is his great 
 fault, as I have often told you. 'Tis late. Nite, MD. 
 
 5. I wish you a merry Lent. I hate Lent ; I hate 
 different diets, and furmity and butter, and herb porridge ; 
 and sour devout faces of people who only put on religion 
 for seven weeks. I was at the Secretary's office this morning ; 
 and there a gentleman brought me two letters, dated last 
 October; one from the Bishop of Clogher, t'other from 
 Walls. The gentleman is called Colonel Newburgh. I 
 think you mentioned him to me some time ago; he has 
 business in the House of Lords. I will do him what service 
 I can. The Representation of the House of Commons is 
 printed; I have not seen it yet; it is plaguy severe, they 
 say. I dined with Dr Arbuthnot, and had a true Lenten 
 dinner, not in point of victuals, but spleen ; for his wife and 
 a child or two were sick in the house, and that was full as 
 mortifying as fish. We have had fine mighty cold frosty 
 weather for some days past. I hope you take the advantage^-*^: 
 of it, and walk now and then. You never answer that part 
 of my letters, where I desire you to walk. I must keep my 
 breath to cool my Lenten porridge. Tell Jemmy Leigh that 
 his boy that robbed him now appears about the town : 
 Patrick has seen him once or twice. I knew nothing of his 
 being robbed till Patrick told me he had seen the boy. I 
 wish it had been Sterne that had been robbed, to be re- 
 venged for the box that he lost,' and be poxed to him. 
 Nite, MD. 
 
 6. I hear Mr Prior has suffered by Stratford's breaking. 
 I was yesterday to see Prior, who is not well, and I thought 
 he looked melancholy. He can ill afford to lose money. 
 I walked before dinner in the Mall a good while with Lord 
 
 * Repeated. ' See p. 90.
 
 I71I-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 349 
 
 Arran and Lord Dupplin, two of my brothers, and then we 
 went to dinner, where the Duke of Beaufort was our presi- 
 dent. We were but eleven to-day. We are now in all nine 
 lords and ten commoners. The Duke of Beaufort had the 
 confidence to propose his brother-in-law, the Earl of Danby, 
 to be a member : but I opposed it so warmly, that it was 
 waved. Danby is not above twenty, and we will have no 
 more boys, and we want but two to make up our number. 
 I staid till eight, and then we all went away soberly. The 
 Duke of Ormond's treat last week cost ;!^20, though it was 
 only four dishes and four, without a desert ; and I bespoke 
 it in order to be cheap. Yet I could not prevail to change 
 the house. Lord-Treasurer is in a rage with us for being so 
 extravagant : and the wine was not reckoned neither : for 
 that is always brought by him that is president. Lord Orrery 
 is to be president next week ; and I will see whether it can- 
 not be cheaper; or else we will leave the house.*** ^ Lord 
 Masham made me go home with him to-night to eat boiled 
 oysters. Take oysters, wash them clean ; that is, wash their 
 shells clean ; then put your oysters in an earthen pot, with 
 their hollow sides down, then put this pot covered into a 
 great kettle with water, and so let them boil. Your oysters 
 are boiled in their own liquor, and not mixt water. Lord- 
 Treasurer was not with us ; he was very ill to-day with a 
 swimming in the head, and is gone home to be cupped, and 
 sent to desire Lady Masham to excuse him to the Queen. 
 Nite, dee MD. 
 
 7. I was to-day at the House of Lords about a friend's 
 bill. Then I crossed the water at Westminster Stairs to 
 Southwark, went through St George's Fields to the Mint, 
 which is the dominion of the King's Bench prison, where 
 Stratford lodges in a blind alley, and writ to me to come to 
 him ; but he was gone to the Change. I thought he had 
 something to say to me about his own affairs. I found him 
 at his usual coffeehouse, and went to his own lodgings, 
 and dined with him and his wife, and other company. 
 His business was only to desire I would intercede with 
 the ministry about his brother-in-law, Ben Burton, of Dublin, 
 
 * Several words obliterated. Forster professes to read, " Pidy Pdfr, 
 deelest Sollahs ; " but the passage is undecipherable.
 
 350 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 the banker, who is hkely to come into trouble, as we hear, 
 about spreading false Whiggish news. I hate Burton, and 
 told Stratford so ; and I will advise the Duke of Ormond to 
 make use of it, to keep the rogue in awe. Mrs Stratford tells 
 me her husband's creditors have consented to give him 
 liberty to get up his debts abroad : and she hopes he will 
 pay them all. He was cheerfuller than I have seen him this 
 great while. I have walked much to-day. — Night, deelest 
 Logues. 
 
 8. This day twelvemonth Mr Harley was stabbed but he 
 is ill, and takes physic to-day, I hear, ('tis now morning ;) 
 and cannot have the cabinet council with him, as he intended, 
 nor me to say grace. I am going to see him. Pray read the 
 Representation ; 'tis the finest that ever was writ. Some of 
 it is Pdfr's style ; but not very much. This is the day of the 
 Queen's accession to the crown. So it is a great day. I am 
 going to court, and will dine with Lord Masham ; but I 
 must go this moment to see the Secretary, about some busi- 
 nesses ; so I will seal up this, and put it in the post my own 
 self. Farewell, deelest hearts and souls, MD MD MD FW FW 
 FW ME ME Lele Lele Lele Sollahs lele. 
 
 LETTER XLIIL 
 
 Addressed : "To M™ Johnson, at her 
 
 Lodgings — over against S' Mary's 
 
 Church, near Capel Street, Dublin, 
 
 Ireland." 
 Endorsed: " Ma^ 30." 
 
 London, March 8, 1711-12. 
 
 I carried my forty-second letter in my pocket till evening, 
 and then put it in the general post. — I went in the morning 
 to see Lord-Treasurer, who had taken physic, and was 
 drinking his broth. I had been with the Secretary before, to 
 recommend a friend, one Dr Freind, to be physician-general ; 
 and the Secretary promised to mention it to the Queen. I 
 can serve every body but myself. Then I went to court, and 
 carried Lord-Keeper and the Secretary to dine with Lord 
 Masham, when we drank the Queen and Lord-Treasurer 
 with every health, because this was the day of his stabbing. —
 
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 Then I went and played pools at picquet with Lady Masham 
 and Mrs Hill ; won ten shillings, gave a crown to the box, 
 and came home. I met at my lodgings a letter from Joe, 
 with a bit annexed from Ppt. What Joe asks is entirely out 
 of my way ; and I take it for a foolish whim in him. Besides, 
 I know not who is to give a patent ; if the Duke of Ormond, 
 I would speak to him ; and if it come in my head I will 
 mention it to Ned Southwell. They have no patents that I 
 know of for such things here, but good security is all ; and 
 to think that I would speak to Lord-Treasurer for any such 
 matter at random is a jest. Did I tell you of a race of rakes, 
 called the Mohocks,^ that play the devil about this town 
 every night, slit people's noses, and beat them, &c. ? Nite, 
 soUahs, and rove Pdfr. — Nite, MD. 
 
 9. I was at court to-day, and no body invited me to 
 dinner, except one or two, whom I did not care to dine with ; 
 so I dined with Mrs Van. Young Davenant was telling us 
 at court how he was set upon by the Mohocks, and how they 
 ran his chair through with a sword. It is not safe being in 
 the streets at night for them. The Bishop of Salisbury's son * 
 is said to be of the gang. They are all Whigs ; and a great 
 lady sent to me, to speak to her father and to Lord- 
 Treasurer, to have a care of them, and to be careful likewise 
 of myself; for she heard they had malicious intentions 
 against the ministers, and their friends. I know not whether 
 there be any thing in this, though others are of the same 
 opinion. The weather still continues very fine and frosty. 
 I walked in the Park this evening, and came home early to 
 avoid the Mohocks. Lord-Treasurer is better. Nite, my 
 own two deelest MD. 
 
 10. I went this morning again to the Lord-Treasurer, who 
 
 ^ In the later seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries bands of 
 swaggering scoundrels seem to have gone about the streets of London 
 after nighilall insulting and injuring all whom they dared to attack, women 
 for choice. Somewhat before Swift's time they were called " Scowrers." 
 The exploits of the Mohocks are alluded to in the " Spectator," Nos. 
 324, 335, 347, etc. The terrors of Swift, the " Spectator," and other 
 respectable folk seem to have been exaggerated, since there is very little 
 direct evidence of the existence of organized gangs. The Tories tried 
 to prove that the Mohocks were Whig men of fashion. 
 
 * Thomas Burnet, a dissipated young barrister, who reformed and at 
 last became a judge of the Common Pleas, in 1753.
 
 352 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 is quite recovered ; and I staid till he went out. I dined 
 with a friend in the city, about a httle business of printing ; 
 but not my own. You must buy a small twopenny pamphlet, 
 called, Law is a Bottomless Pit. 'Tis very prettily written, 
 and there will be a Second Part. The Commons are very 
 slow in bringing in their bill to limit the press, and the 
 pamphleteers make good use of their time ; for there come 
 out three or four every day. Well, but is not it time, me- 
 thinks, to have a letter from MD ? 'Tis now six weeks since 
 I had your number 26. I can assure 00 I expect one before 
 this goes ; and I will make shorter days journals than usual, 
 'cause I hope to fill up a good deal of t'other side with my 
 answer. Our fine weather lasts yet, but grows a little windy. 
 We shall have rain soon, I dispose. Go to cards, sollahs, 
 and I to seep. Nite, MD. 
 
 11. Lord-Treasurer has lent the long letter I writ him ' to 
 Prior ; and I can't get Prior to return it. I want to have it 
 printed, and to make up this academy for the improvement 
 of our language. Faith, we never shall improve it so much 
 as FW has done; sail we? No, faith, ourrichar gangridge.* 
 I dined privately with my friend Lewis, and then went to see 
 Ned Southwell, and talk with him about Walls' business, and 
 Mrs South's. The latter will be done; but his own not. 
 Southwell tells me, that it must be laid before Lord- 
 Treasurer, and the nature of it explained, and a great deal of 
 clutter, which is not worth the while ; and may be, Lord- 
 Treasurer won't do it [at] last ; and it is, as Walls says 
 himself, not above forty shillings a year difference. You 
 must tell Walls this, unless he would have the business a 
 secret from you ; in that case only say, I did all I could with 
 Ned Southwell, and it can't be done; for it must be laid 
 before Lord-Treasurer, &c. who will not do it ; and besides, 
 it is not worth troubling his lordship. So nite, my two 
 deelest nuntgee nine MD.' 
 
 12. Here is the d and all to do with these Mohocks. 
 
 Grub Street papers about them fly like lightning, and a list 
 
 1 See p. 340. 
 
 * Forster reads, " oor is char gangridge." 
 
 ' Forster reads, " two deelest nauty nown MD." I am not certain 
 of the word Swift wrote after "deelest," but the next to that is certainly 
 "nine." See p. 356, nete 2.
 
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 printed of near eighty put into several prisons, and all a lie ; 
 and I begin almost to think there is no truth, or very little, 
 in the whole story. He that abused Davenant was a drunken 
 gentleman ; none of that gang. My man tells me, that one 
 of the lodgers heard in a coffee-house, publicly, that one 
 design of the Mohocks was upon me, if they could catch me ; 
 and though I believe nothing of it, I forbear walking late, 
 and they have put me to the charge of some shillings already. 
 I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer and two gentlemen of 
 the Highlands of Scotland, yet very polite men. I sat there 
 till nine, and then went to Lord Masham's, where Lord- 
 Treasurer followed me, and we sat till twelve ; and I came 
 home in a chair for fear of the Mohocks, and I have given 
 him warning of it too. Little Harrison, whom I sent to 
 Holland, is now actually made Queen's secretary at the 
 Hague. It will be in the Gazette to-morrow. Tis worth 
 twelve hundred pounds a year. Here is a young fellow has 
 writ some Sea Eclogues, Poems of Mermen, resembling pas- 
 torals of shepherds, and they are very pretty, and the thought 
 is new. Mermen are he-mermaids ; Tritons, natives of the 
 sea. Do you understand me ? I think to recommend him to 
 
 our Society to-morrow. His name is Diaper.^ P on 
 
 him, I must do something for him, and get him out of the 
 way. I hate to have any new wits rise, but when they do 
 rise I would encourage them ; but they tread on our heels 
 and thrust us off the stage. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 13. You would laugh to see our printer constantly attend- 
 ing our Society after dinner, and bringing us whatever new 
 thing he has printed, which he seldom fails to do. Yet he 
 had nothing to-day. Lord Lansdown, one of our Society, 
 was offended at a passage in this day's Examiner, which he 
 thinks reflects on him, as I believe it does, though in a 
 mighty civil way. 'Tis only that is [his] underlings cheat ; 
 but that he is a very fine gentleman every way, &c. Lord 
 Orrery was president to-day ; but both our dukes were 
 absent. Brother Wyndham recommended Diaper to the 
 Society. I believe we shall make a contribution among our- 
 selves, which I don't like. Lord-Treasurer has yet done 
 nothing for us, but we shall try him soon. The company 
 
 ' " Of Balliol College, Oxford." (Note in original edition.) 
 IL A A
 
 354 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 parted early, but Freind, and Prior, and I, sat awhile longer 
 and reformed the state, and found fault with the ministry. 
 Prior hates his Commission of the Customs, because it spoils 
 his wit. He says he dreams of nothing but cockets, and 
 dockets, and drawbacks, and other jargon words of the 
 custom-house. Our good weather went away yesterday, and 
 the nights are now dark, and I came home before ten. Nite 
 nown deelest soUahs. 
 
 14. I have been plagued this morning with solicitors, and 
 with nobody more than my brother, Dr. Freind, who must 
 needs have to get old Dr. Lawrence, the physician-general, 
 turned out and himself in. He has argued with me so long 
 upon the reasonableness of it, that I am fully convinced it is 
 very unreasonable ; and so I would tell the Secretary, if I 
 had not already made him speak to the Queen. Besides, I 
 know not but my friend Dr. Arbuthnot would be content to 
 have it himself, and I love him ten times better than Freind. 
 What's all this to you ? but I must talk of things as they 
 happen in the day, whether you know any thing of them or 
 no. I dined in the city, and, coming back, one Parson 
 Richarson^ of Ireland overtook me. He was here last 
 summer upon a project of converting the Irish and printing 
 Bibles, &c. in that language, and is now returned to pursue 
 it on. He tells me, Dr Coghill came last night [to] town. I 
 will send to see how he does to-morrow. He gave me a 
 letter from Walls about his old business, Nite, deelest MD. 
 
 15. I had intended to be early with the Secretary this 
 morning, when my man admitted up stairs one Mr Newcomb, 
 an officer, who brought me a letter from the Bishop of 
 Clogher, with four lines added by Mrs Ashe, all about that 
 Newcomb. I think, indeed, his case is hard, but God knows 
 whether I shall be able to do him any service. People will 
 not understand : I am a very good second, but I care not to 
 begin a recommendation, unless it be for an intimate friend. 
 However, I will do what I can. I missed the Secretary, and 
 then walked to Chelsea to dine with the Dean of Christ- 
 church,^ who was engaged to Lord Orrery with some other 
 
 ^ John Richardson, Rector of Annalt (Belturbet), and chaplain to 
 the Duke of Ormond. He had published in 171 1 a " Proposal for the 
 Conversion of the Popish Natives of Ireland to the Established Religion." 
 
 * Atterbury.
 
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 Christchurchmen. He made me go with him whether I 
 would or not, for they have this long time admitted me a Christ- 
 church man. Lord Orrery, generally every winter, gives his 
 old acquaintance of that college a dinnner. There were nine 
 clergymen at table, and four laymen. The Dean and I soon 
 left them, and after a visit or two, I went to Lord Masham's 
 and Lord-Treasurer, Arbuthnot and I sat till twelve. And now 
 I am come home and got to bed. I came a-foot, but had my 
 man with me. Lord-Treasurer advised me not to go in a 
 chair, because the Mohocks insult chairs more than they do 
 those on foot. They think there is some mischievous design 
 in those villains. Several of them, Lord-Treasurer told me, 
 are actually taken up. I heard, at dinner, that one of them 
 was killed last night. We shall know more in a little time. 
 I don't like them as the man said.^ Nite MD. 
 
 1 6. This morning, at the Secretary's, I met General Ross, 
 and recommended Newcomb's case to him, who promises to 
 join with me in working up the Duke of Ormond to do some- 
 thing for him. Lord Winchelsea told me to-day at court, 
 that two of the Mohocks caught a maid of old Lady Win- 
 chelsea's, at the door of their house in the Park, where she 
 was with a candle, and had just lighted out somebody. They 
 cut all her face, and beat her without any provocation. I 
 hear my friend Lewis has got a Mohock in one of the mes- 
 senger's hands. The Queen was at church to-day, but was 
 carried in an open chair. She has got an ugly cough, 
 Arbuthnot, her physician, says. I dined with Crowe, late 
 governor of Barbados ; an acquaintance of Sterne's.^ After 
 dinner I asked him, whether he had heard of Sterne ? Here 
 he is, said he, at the door in a coach : and in came Sterne. 
 He has been here this week. He is buying a captainship, in 
 his cousin Sterne's regiment. He told me, he left Jemmy 
 Leigh playing at cards with you. He is to give 800 guineas 
 for his commission. I suppose you know all this better than 
 L How shall I have room to answer your Rettle ^ when I 
 get it, I have gone so far already ? Nite, deelest logues. 
 
 17. Dr Sacheverell came this morning, to give me thanks 
 
 1 Difficult to decipher. Forster reads, "But the more I lite MD," 
 which is clearly wrong. 
 * Enoch Sterne. 
 ' Letter. See p. xv.
 
 356 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 for getting his brother an employment. It was but six or 
 seven weeks since I spoke to Lord-Treasurer for him. 
 Sacheverell brought Trap^ along with him. We dined to- 
 gether at my printer's, and I sate with them till seven. I 
 little thought, and I believe so did he, that ever I should be 
 his solicitor to the present ministry, when I left Ireland. 
 This is the seventh I have now provided for since I came, 
 and can do nothing for myself. I don't care ; I shall have 
 ministries and other people obliged to me. Trap is a cox- 
 comb, and the t'other is not very deep ; and their judgment 
 in things of wit or sense is miraculous. The second Part of 
 Law is a Bottomless Pit is just now printed, and better, 
 I think, than the first. Night, my two deal saucy dallas. 
 
 1 8. There is a proclamation out against the Mohocks. 
 One of those that are taken is a baronet. I dined with 
 poor Mrs Wesley, who is returning to the Bath. Mrs Perci- 
 val's young daughter has got the small-pox, but will do well. 
 I walked this evening in the Park, and met Prior, who made 
 me go home with him, where I staid till past twelve, and 
 could not get a coach, and was alone, and was afraid enough 
 of the Mohocks. I will do so no more, though I got home 
 safe. Prior and I were talking discontentedly of some 
 managements, that no more people are turned out, which 
 get Lord-Treasurer many enemies : but whether the fault 
 be in him, or the Queen, I know not ; I doubt, in both. 
 Ung omen, it is now seven weeks since I received your last ; 
 but I expect one next Irish packet, to fill the rest of this 
 paper ; but, if it don't come, I'll do without it : so I wush 
 you good luck at ombre with the Dean. Nite, nautyas nine.* 
 
 19. Newcomb came to me this morning, and I went to 
 the Duke of Ormond to speak for him ; but the Duke was 
 just going out to take the oaths for general. The Duke of 
 Shrewsbury is to be Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland. I walked 
 with Domville and Ford to Kensington, where we dined, 
 and it cost me above a crown. I don't like it, as the man 
 said. It was very windy walking. I saw there Lord 
 Masham's children. The youngest, my nephew, I fear, has 
 got the king's evil : the other two are daughters of three 
 
 ^ Joseph Trap, Professor of Poetry at Oxford. 
 * Apparently means "as naughty as nine."
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 357 
 
 and four years old. 'Twas very windy walking. The 
 gardens there are mighty fine. I passed the evening at 
 Lord Masham's with Lord-Treasurer and Arbuthnot, as 
 usual, and we staid till past one ; but I had my man to 
 come with me, and at home I found three letters; one 
 from one Fetherston, a parson, with a postscript of Tisdall's 
 to recommend him. And Fetherston, whom I never saw, 
 has been so kind to give me a letter of attorney, to 
 recover a debt for him : another from Lord Abercorn, to 
 get him the dukedom of Chattelleraut ^ from the King of 
 France ; in which I will do what I can, for his pretensions 
 are very just. The third I warrant you, from our MD. 'Tis 
 a great stir this, of getting a dukedom from the King of 
 France : but it is only to speak to the Secretary, and get 
 the Duke of Ormond to engage in it, and mention the case 
 to Lord-Treasurer, &c. and this I shall do. Nite deelest 
 richar MD. 
 
 20. I was with the Duke of Ormond this morning, about 
 Lord Abercorn, Dr Freind, and Newcomb. Some will do, 
 and some will not do ; that's wise, marams.^ The Duke 
 of Shrewsbury is certainly to be your governor. I will go 
 in a day or two, and give the Duchess joy, and recommend 
 the Archbishop of Dublin to her. I writ to the archbishop, 
 some months ago, that it would be so : and told him I would 
 speak a good word for him to the Duchess ; and he says he 
 has a great respect for her, &c. I made our Society change 
 their house, and we met to-day at the Star and Garter in 
 the Pall Mall. Lord Arran was president. The other dog 
 was so extravagant in his bills, that for four dishes and four, 
 first and second course, without wine or desert, he charged 
 twenty-one pounds, six shillings, and eightpence, to the 
 Duke of Ormond. We design, when all have been presi- 
 dents this turn, to turn it into a reckoning of so much a 
 
 ^ The dukedom of Chatelherault was conferred on the Earl of Arran, 
 during the minority of Mary, Queen ot Scots, as a reward for surren- 
 dering the Regency to Maiy of Guise, the Queen's mother. His first 
 son died without issue. The Duke of Hamilton of Swift's time was 
 descended from the daughter of the Earl of Arran's second son. The 
 Earl of Abecorn was descended in the male line from the Earl of 
 Arran's third son. The French law of inheritance was thus opposed to 
 the claim of the Duke of Hamilton. 
 
 * Madams.
 
 3S8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 head ; but we shall break up when the session ends. Nite 
 dealest MD. 
 
 2 1. Mornmg. Now I will answer MD's Rettle, N. 27; 
 you that are adding to your numbers and grumbling, had 
 made it 26, and then altered it to 27. I believe it is above 
 a month since your last ; yes, it is above seven weeks since I 
 had your last : but I ought to consider that this was twelve days 
 right, [? writing,] so that makes it pretty even. O, the sirry 
 zade,^ with her excuses of a fortnight at Balligacol, seeing their 
 friends, and landlord running away. O Rold hot a cruttle ^ 
 and a bustle ! — No — if you will have it — I am not Dean of 
 Wells,^ nor know anything of being so ; nor is there any thing 
 in the story ; and that's enough. It was not Roper sent that 
 news : Roper is my humble slave. — Yes, I heard of your 
 resolves, and that Burton was embroiled. Stratford spoke to 
 me in his behalf; but I said I hated the rascal. Poor 
 Catherine gone to Wales ? But she will come back again, I 
 hope. I would see her in my journey, if she were near the 
 road ; and bring her over. Joe * is a fool ; that sort of busi- 
 ness is not at all in my way, pray put him off it. People 
 laugh when I mention it. Bed ea paadon, Marams; I'm 
 drad 00 rike ea aplon : ^ no harm, I hope. And so DD 
 wonders she has not a letter at the day ; oo'll have it soon. 
 
 The D he is ! married to that vengeance ! Men are 
 
 not to be believed. I don't think her a fool. Who would 
 have her ? Dilly will be governed like an ass ; and she will 
 govern like a lion. Is not that true, Ppt? Why, Sterne 
 told me he left you at ombre with Lee [Leigh] ; and yet 
 you never saw him. I know nothing of his wife being 
 
 here : it may cost her a c ^ (I don't like to write that 
 
 word plain.) He is a little in doubt about buying his 
 commission. Yes, I will bring 00 over all the little papers 
 I can think on. I thought I sent you, by Lee [Leigh] all that 
 were good at that time. The author of the Sea Eclogues sent 
 
 * Silly jade. 
 
 * O Lord what a clutter. 
 
 * Dr. Graham, the last dean, had died, and some of Swift's friends 
 expected him to succeed. 
 
 * Joe Beaumont. See p. 3, note. 
 
 * Beg your pardon, Madams, I'm glad you like your apron. 
 
 * The word is smudged.
 
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 books to the society yesterday, and we gave him guineas 
 a-piece ; and, may be, will do farther from him, (for him, I 
 mean.) So the Bishop of Clogher, and lady, were your 
 guests for a night or two. Why, Ppt, you are grown a great 
 gamester and company keeper. I did say to myself, when I 
 read those names, just what you guess ; and you clear up the 
 matter wonderfully. You may converse with those two 
 
 nymphs if you please, but the take me if ever I do. 
 
 Iss, fais, it is delightful to hear that Ppt is every way Ppt 
 now, in health, and looks, and all. Pray God keep her so, 
 many, many, many years. I doubt the session will not 
 be over till the end of April ; however, I shall not wait 
 for it, if the ministry will let me go sooner. I wish I were 
 just now in my garden at Laracor. I would set out for 
 Dublin early on Monday, and bring you an account of my 
 young trees, which you are better acquainted with than the 
 ministry, and so am I. O, now you have got number 41, 
 have you so? Why, perhaps, I forgot, and kept it to next 
 post in my pocket : I have done such tricks. My cold is 
 better, but not gone. I want air and riding. Hold ea 
 tongue, 00 Ppt, about colds at Moor Park ! the case is quite 
 different. I will do what you desire me for Tisdel [Tisdall], 
 when I next see Lord Anglesey. Pray give him my service. 
 The weather is warm these three or four days, and rainy. I 
 am to dine to-day with Lewis and Darteneuf at Somers's, the 
 Clerk of the Kitchen at court. Darteneuf loves good bits and 
 good sups. Good mollows richar sollohs. — At night. I dined, 
 as I said ; and it cost me a shilling for a chair. It has rained 
 all day, and is very warm. Lady Masham's young son my 
 nephew, is very ill ; and she is out of mind ' with grief. I 
 pity her mightily. I am got home early, and going to write 
 to the Bishop of Clogher, but have no politics to send him. 
 Nite my own two deelest saucy d [dear] ones. 
 
 22. I am going into the city this morning with a friend 
 about some business ; so I will immediately seal up this, and 
 keep k in my pottick till evening, and zen put it in the post. 
 The weather continues warm and gloomy. I have heard no 
 news since I went to bed, so can say no more. Pray send 
 «#*# «## #### jj^^j J j^g^y j^g^yg j-jj^g ^.Q write to ***** about 
 
 ' Words obliterated and uncertain.
 
 36o JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 it. I have here underneath given order for forty shillings to 
 Mrs Brent, which you will send to Parvisol. Farewell, 
 deelest deel MD, and love Pdfr dearly dearly. Farewell, 
 MD, MD, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME, ME, Lele lele lele lele 
 lele lele, and lele aden. 
 
 LETTER XLIV. 
 
 Addressed to " M"^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "Apr 14." 
 
 London, March 22, 1711-12. 
 
 Ugly, nasty weather. I was in the city to-day with Mrs 
 Wesley and Mrs Percival, to get money from a banker for 
 Mrs Wesley, who goes to Bath on Thursday. I left him 
 there, and dined with a friend, and went to see Lord- 
 Treasurer ; but he had people with him I did not know : 
 so I went to Lady Masham's, and lost a crown with her at 
 picquet, and then sate with Lord Masham and Lord- 
 Treasurer, &c. there till past one ; but I had my man with 
 me, to come home. I gave in my forty-third, and one for 
 the Bishop of Clogher, to the post-office, as I came from the 
 city ; and so 00 know 'tis late now, and I have nothing to 
 say for this day. Our Mohocks are all vanished ; however, 
 I shall take care of my person. Nite my own two deelest 
 nautyas MD. 
 
 23. I was this morning, before church, with the Secretary, 
 about Lord Abercorn's business, and some others. My 
 soliciting season is come, and will last as long as the session. 
 I went late to court, and the company was almost gone. 
 The court serves me for a coffee-house ; once a week I meet 
 acquaintance there, that I should not otherwise see in a 
 quarter. There is a flying report, that the French have 
 offered a cessation of arms, and to give us Dunkirk, and the 
 Dutch Namur, for security, till the peace is made. The 
 Duke of Ormond, they say, goes in a week. Abundance of 
 his equipage is already gone. Is [his] friends are afraid the 
 expence of this employment will ruin him, since he must lose 
 the government of Ireland. I dined privately with a friend, 
 and refused all dinners offered me at court ; which, however, 
 were but two, and I did not like either. Did I tell you of
 
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 a scoundrel about the court, that sells employments to 
 ignorant people, and cheats them of their money ? He lately 
 made a bargain for the Vice-Chamberlain's place, for seven 
 thousand pounds, and had received some guineas earnest ; 
 but the whole thing was discovered tother day, and examina- 
 tion taken of it by Lord Dartmouth, and I hope he will be 
 swinged. The Vice-Chamberlain told me several particulars 
 of it last night at Lord Masham's. Can DD play at ombre 
 yet, enough to hold the cards while Ppt steps into the next 
 room? Nite deelest sollahs.^ 
 
 24. This morning I recommended Newcomb again to the 
 Duke of Ormond, and left Dick Stewart to do it farther. 
 Then I went to visit the Duchess of Hamilton, who was not 
 awake. So I went to the Duchess of Shrewsbury, and sat 
 an hour at her toilet. I talked to her about the duke's being 
 Lord-lieutenant. She said she knew nothing of it ; but I 
 rallied her out of that, and she resolves not to stay behind 
 the Duke. I intend to recommend the Bishop of Clogher 
 to her for an acquaintance. He will like her very well : she 
 is, indeed, a most agreeable woman, and a great favourite of 
 mine. I know not whether the ladies in Ireland will like her. 
 I was at the Court of Requests, to get some lords to be at a 
 committee to-morrow, about a friend's bill : and then the 
 Duke of Beaufort gave me a poem, finely bound in folio, 
 printed at Stamford, and writ by a country squire. Lord 
 Exeter desired the Duke to give it the Queen, because the 
 author is his friend ; but the Duke desired I would let him 
 know whether it was good for any thing. I brought it home, 
 and will return it to-morrow, as the dullest thing I ever read ; 
 and advise the Duke not to present it. I dined with Domville 
 at his lodgings, by invitation ; for he goes in a few days for 
 Ireland. Nite dee MD. 
 
 25. There is a mighty feast at a Tory sheriff's to-day in 
 the city : twelve hundred dishes of meat. — Above five lords, 
 and several hundred gentlemen, will be there, and give four 
 or five guineas a-piece, according to custom. Dr Coghill 
 and I dined, by invitation, at Mrs Van's. It has rained or 
 mizzled all day, as my pockets feel. There are two new 
 answers come out to the Conduct of the Allies. The last 
 
 ^ All after " yet " is partially obliterated.
 
 362 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 year's Examiners, printed together in a small volume, go off 
 but slowly. The printer over-printed himself by at least a 
 thousand ; so soon out of fashion are party papers, however 
 so well writ. The Medleys are coming out in the same 
 volume, and perhaps may sell better. Our news about a 
 cessation of arms begins to flag, and I have not these three 
 days seen any body in business to ask them about it. We 
 had a terrible fire last night in Drury-Lane, or thereabouts, 
 and three or four people destroyed. One of the maids of 
 honour has the small-pox : but the best is, she can lose no 
 beauty ; and we have one new handsome maid of honour. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 26. I forgot to tell you, that on Sunday last, about seven 
 at night, it lightened above fifty times as I walked the Mall, 
 which I think is extraordinary at this time of the year, and 
 the weather was very hot. Had you any thing of this in 
 Dublin ? I intended to dine with Lord-Treasurer to-day ; 
 but Lord Mansel ^ and Mr Lewis made me dine with them at 
 Kit Musgrave's.^ I sate the evening with Mrs Wesley, who 
 goes to-morrow morning to the Bath. She is much iDctter 
 than she was. The news of the French desiring a cessation 
 of arms, &c. was but town talk. We shall know in a few 
 days, as I am told, whether there will be a peace or not. 
 The Duke of Ormond will go in a week for Flanders, they 
 say. Our Mohocks go on still, and cut people's faces every 
 night,, fais, they shan't cut mine. I like it better as it is. 
 The dogs will cost me at least a crown a-week in chairs. I 
 believe the souls of your houghers of cattle have got into 
 them, and now they don't distinguish between a cow and a 
 Christian. I forgot to wish you yesterday a happy new-year. 
 You know the twenty-fifth of March is the first day of the 
 year, and now you must leave off cards, and put out your fire. 
 I'll put out mine the first of April, cold or not cold. I 
 believe I shall lose credit with you, by not coming over at 
 the beginning of April ; but I hoped the session would be 
 ended, and I must stay till then ; yet I would fain be at the 
 beginning of my willows growing. Percival tells me, that the 
 quicksets upon the flat in the garden do not grow so well as 
 
 ^ Formerly Sir Thomas Mansel. 
 
 * Clerk of the Ordnance. See pp. 168-9.
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 363 
 
 those famous ones on the ditch. They want digging about 
 them. The cherry trees, by the river side, my heart is set 
 upon. Nite MD. 
 
 27. Society day. You know that, I suppose. Dr Arth- 
 burnett [Arbuthnot] was president. His dinner was dressed 
 in the Queen's kitchen, and was mighty fine. We eat it 
 at Ozinda's Chocolate-house, just by St James's. We were 
 never merrier, nor better company, and did not part till after 
 eleven. I did not summon Lord Lansdown : he and I are 
 fallen out. There was something in an Examiner a fortnight 
 ago, that he thought reflected on the abuses in his office, (he 
 is Secretary-at-War,) and he writ to the Secretary, that he 
 heard I had inserted that paragraph. This I resented highly, 
 that he should complain of me before he spoke to me. I 
 sent him a peppering letter, and would not summon him by 
 a note, as I did the rest ; nor ever will have any thing to 
 say to him, till he begs my pardon. I met Lord-Treasurer 
 to-day, at Lady Masham's. He would fain have carried me 
 home to dinner, but I begged his pardon. What ! upon a 
 Society day ! No, no. 'Tis rate, sollahs. I a'nt dlunk. — 
 Nite MD. 
 
 28. I was with my friend Lewis to-day, getting materials 
 for a little mischief; and I dined with Lord-Treasurer, and 
 three or four fellows I never saw before. I left them at 
 seven, and came home, and have been writing to the Arch- 
 bishop of Dublin, and cousin Deane, in answer to one of his 
 of four months old, that I spied by chance, routing among 
 my papers. I have a pain these two days exactly upon the 
 top of my left shoulder. I fear it is something rheumatic ; 
 it winches now & then. Shall I put flannel to it ? Domville 
 is going to Ireland ; he came here this morning to take leave 
 of me, but I shall dine with him to-morrow. Does the Bishop 
 of Clogher talk of coming for England this summer ? I think 
 Lord Molesworth told me so about two months ago. The 
 weather is bad again ; rainy and very cold this evening. Do 
 you know what the longitude is ? A projector has been apply- 
 ing himself to me, to recommend him to the ministry, because 
 he pretends to have found out the longitude. I believe he 
 has no more found it out than he has found out mine ****.* 
 
 ' Word obliterated.
 
 364 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 However, I will gravely hear what he says, and discover him 
 a knave or fool. Nite MD. 
 
 29. I am plagued with these pains in my shoulder; I 
 believe it is rheumatic ; I will do something for it to-night. 
 Mr Lewis and I dined with Mr Domville, to take our leave 
 of him. I drank three or four glasses of champagne by 
 perfect teasing, though it is bad for my pain ; but if it con- 
 tinue, I will not drink any wine without water till I am well. 
 The-weather is abominably cold and wet. I am got into 
 bed, and have put some old flannel, for want of new, to my 
 shoulder ; and rubbed it with Hungary water.^ It is plaguy 
 hard. I never would drink any wine, if it were not for my 
 head, and drinking has given me this pain. I will try 
 abstemiousness for a while. How does MD do now ; how 
 does DD, and Ppt ? You must know I hate pain, as the old 
 woman said. But I'll try to go seep. My flesh sucks up 
 Hungary water rarely. My man is an awkward rascal, and 
 makes me peevish. Do you know that t' other day he was 
 forced to beg my pardon, that he could not shave my head, 
 his hand shook so ? He is drunk every day, and I design to 
 turn him off soon as ever I get to Ireland. I'll write no 
 more now, but go to sleep, and see whether sleep and flannel 
 will cure my shoulder. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 30. I was not able to go to church or court to-day for my 
 shoulder. The pain has left my shoulder, and crept to my 
 neck and collar-bone. It makes me think of poor Ppt's 
 bladebone. Urge, urge, urge ; dogs gnawing. I went in a 
 chair at two, and dined with Mrs. Van, where I could be 
 easy, and came back at seven. My Hungary water is gone ; 
 and t(>niglit use spirits of wine ; which my landlady tells me 
 ^"v^ry good. It has rained terribly hard all day long, and 
 is extremely cold. I am very uneasy, and such cruel twinges 
 every moment ! Nite deelest MD. 
 
 31. April I, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. All these days I have 
 been extremely ill ; though I twice crawled out a week ago ; 
 but am now recovering, though very weak. The violence of 
 my pain abated the night before last : I will just tell you 
 how I was, and then send away this letter, which ought to 
 have gone Saturday last. The pain increased with mighty 
 
 ' A mixture of spirit and water perfumed with rosemary.
 
 I7II-I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 365 
 
 violence in my left shoulder and collar-bone, and that side my 
 neck. On Thursday m.orning appeared great red spots in 
 all those places where my pain was, and the violence of the 
 pain was confined to my neck behind, a little on the left 
 side ; which was so violent, that I had not a minute's ease, 
 nor hardly a minute's sleep in three days and nights. The 
 spots increased every day, and bred red little pimples, which 
 are now grown white, and full of corruption, though small. 
 The red still continues too, and most prodigious hot and in- 
 flamed. The disease is the shingles. I eat nothing but 
 water-gruel ; am very weak ; but out of all violent pain. 
 The doctors say it would have ended in some violent disease 
 if it had not come out thus. I shall now recover fast. I 
 have been in no danger of life, but miserable torture. I 
 must not write too much. So adieu, deelest MD MD MD 
 FW FW, ME ME ME, Lele. I can sayyetlele, 00 see. Fais, 
 I don't conceal a bit, as hope saved. 
 
 I ^ must purge and clyster after this ; and my next letter 
 will not be in the old order of journal, till I have done with 
 physic; An't 00 surprised to see a letter want half a side ? 
 
 LETTER XLV. 
 
 Addressed to " M" Johnson," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "May i^t." 
 
 London, April 24, 1712. 
 
 I had your twenty-eighth two or three days ago. I can 
 hardly answer it now. Since my last I have been extremely ill. 
 'Tis this day just a month since I felt a small pain on the tip 
 of my left shoulder, which grew worse, and spread for six 
 days ; then broke all out by my collar, and left side of my 
 neck in monstrous red spots inflamed, and these grew to 
 small pimples. For four days I had no rest, nor nights, for 
 a pain in my neck ; then I grew a little better ; afterward, 
 where my pains were, a cruel itching seized me, beyond 
 whatever I could imagine, and kept me awake several nights. 
 I rubbed it vehemently, but did not scratch it : then it grew 
 into three or four great sores like blisters, and run ; at last I 
 
 ^ Added on fourth page, as the letter was folded
 
 366 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 advised the doctor to use it like a blister, so I did with 
 melilot ^ plasters, which still run : and am now in pain enough, 
 but am daily mending. I kept my chamber a fortnight, 
 then went out a day or two, but then confined myself again. 
 Two days ago I went to a neighbour to dine, but yesterday 
 again kept at home. To-day I will venture abroad a little, 
 and hope to be well in a week or ten days. I never suffered 
 so much in my life. I have taken my breeches in above 
 two inches, so I am leaner, which answers one question in 
 your letter. The weather is mighty fine. I write in the 
 morning, because I am better then. I will go and try to 
 walk a little. I will give DD's certificate to Tooke to- 
 morrow. Farewell, MD MD MD, ME ME, FW FW ME 
 ME, 
 
 LETTER XLVI. 
 
 Addressed to " M" Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "May 15." 
 
 London, May 10, 17 12. 
 
 I have not yet ease or humour enough to go on in my 
 journal method, though I have left my chamber these ten 
 days. My pain continues still in my shoulder and collar : I 
 keep flannel on it, and rub it with brandy, and take a nasty 
 diet drink. I still itch terribly, and have some few pimples : 
 I am weak, and sweat ; and then the flannel makes me mad 
 with itching ; but I think my pain lessens. A journal, while 
 I was sick, would have been a noble thing, made up of pain 
 and physic, visits, and messages ; the two last were almost 
 as troublesome as the two first. One good circumstance is, 
 that I am grown much leaner. I believe I told you that I 
 have taken in my breeches two inches. I had your N. 29 
 last night. In answer to your good opinion of my disease, 
 the doctors said they never saw any thing so odd of the 
 kind ; they were not properly shingles, but herpes mtliaris, 
 and twenty other hard names. I can never be sick like 
 other people, but always something out of the common way ; 
 and as for your notion of its coming without pain, it neither 
 came, nor staid, nor went without pain, and the most pain I 
 
 * Melilot is a kind of clover, formerly used for soothing applications.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 367 
 
 ever bore in my life. Medemeris ^ is retired in the country, 
 with the beast her husband, long ago. I thank the Bishop 
 of Clogher for his proxy ; I will write to him soon. Here is 
 Dilly's wife in town; but I have not seen her yet. No, 
 sinkerton ^ : it is not a sign of health, but a sign, that if it 
 had not come out, some terrible fit of sickness would have 
 followed. I was at our Society last Thursday, to receive a 
 new member, the Chancellor of the Exchequer ; but I drink 
 nothing above wine and water. We shall have a peace, I 
 hope, soon, or at least entirely broke ; but I believe the 
 first. My Letter to Lord-Treasurer, about the English 
 Tongue, is now printing ; and I suffer my name to be put at 
 the end of it, which I never did before in my life. The 
 Appendix to the Third Part of John Bull was published 
 yesterday ; it is equal to the rest. I hope you read John 
 Bull.' It was a Scotch gentleman, a friend of mine, that 
 writ it; but they put it upon me. The Parliament will 
 hardly be up till June. We were like to be undone some 
 days ago with a tack; but we carried it bravely, and the 
 Whigs came in to help us. Poor Lady Masham, I am afraid, 
 will lose her only son, about a twelvemonth old, with the 
 king's evil. I never would let Mrs. Fenton see me during 
 my illness, though she often came ; but she has been once 
 since I recovered. Bernage has been twice to see me of 
 late. His regiment will be broke, and he only upon half- 
 pay ; so perhaps he thinks he will want me again. I am 
 told here the Bishop of Clogher and family are coming over; 
 but he says nothing of it himself. I have been returning the 
 visits of those that sent howdees in my sickness ; particularly 
 the Duchess of Hamilton, who came and sat with me two 
 hours. I make bargains with all people that I dine with, to 
 let me scrub my back against a chair ; and the Duchess of 
 Ormond was forced to bear it the other day. Many of my 
 friends are gone to Kensington, where the Queen has been 
 removed for some time. This is a long letter for a kick ■* 
 body. I will begin the next in the journal way, though my 
 journals will be sorry ones. My left hand is very weak, and 
 
 ^ Madam Ayris. 
 ^ Simpleton. 
 
 ^ " Law is a Bottomless Pit, or the History of John Bull," was 
 written by Dr. Arbuthnot. 
 * Sick.
 
 368 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 trembles ; but my right side has not been touched. This is 
 a pitiful letter For want of a better; But plagued with a 
 tetter, My fancy does fetter. 
 
 Ah my poor willows and quicksets ! Well, but you must 
 read John Bull : Do you understand it all ? Did I tell you 
 that young Parson Gery is going to be married, and asked 
 my advice when it was too late to break off? He tells me 
 Elwick has purchased forty pounds a-year in land adjoining 
 to his living. Ppt does not say one word of her own little 
 health. I am angry almost; but I won't, cause see im a 
 dood dallar in odle sings. ^ Iss, and so im DD too. God 
 bless MD, and FW, and Me, ay and Pdfr too. Farewell, 
 MD, MD, MD, FW, FW, FW. ME ME Lele. I can say 
 lele it, ung oomens, iss I tan, well as oo. 
 
 LETTER XLVII. 
 
 Addressed to " M^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "June 5." 
 
 London, May 31, 17 12. 
 
 I cannot yet arrive to my journal letters, my pains con- 
 tinuing still, though with less violence ; but I don't love to 
 write journals while I am in pain ; and above all, not jour- 
 nals to MD. But, however, I am so much mended, that I 
 intend my next shall be in the old way ; and yet I shall, 
 perhaps, break my resolution when I feel pain. I believe I 
 have lost credit with you, in relation to my coming over ; 
 but I protest it is impossible for one, who has any thing to 
 do with this ministry, to be certain when he fixes any time. 
 There is a business, which, till it take some turn or other, I 
 cannot leave this place in prudence or honour. And I never 
 wished so much as now, that I had staid in Ireland ; but the 
 die is cast, and is now a spinning, and till it settles, I cannot 
 tell whether it be an ace or a sise. I am confident by 
 what you know yourselves, that you will justify me in all this. 
 The moment I am used ill, I will leave them ; but know not 
 how to do it while things are in suspense. — The session will 
 soon be over, (I believe in a fortnight,) and the peace, we 
 
 ' Because she is a good girl in other things.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 369 
 
 hope, will be made in a short time ; and there will be no 
 farther occasion for me ; nor have I any thing to trust to but 
 court gratitude ; so that I expect to see my willows a month 
 after the ParUament is up : but I will take MD in my way, 
 and not go to Laracor like an unmannerly spraenekich^ 
 ferrow. Have you seen my Letter to Lord-Treasurer? 
 There are two answers come out to it already ; though 
 it is no politics, but a harmless Proposal about the Im- 
 provement of the English Tongue. I believe if I writ an 
 essay upon a straw some fool would answer it. About ten 
 days hence I expect a letter from MD, N. 30. — You are now 
 writing it, near the end, as I guess. — I have not received 
 DD's money ; but I will give you a note for it on Parvisol, 
 and bed 00 paadon ^ I have not done it before. I am just 
 now thinking to go lodge at Kensington for the air. Lady 
 Masham has teased me to do it, but business has hindered 
 me ; but now Lord-Treasurer has removed thither. Fifteen 
 of our Society dined together under a canopy in an arbour 
 at Parson's Green last Thursday ; I never saw any thing so 
 fine and romantic. We got a great victory last Wednesday 
 in the House of Lords by a majority, I think, of twenty- 
 eight ; and the Whigs had desired their friends to bespeak 
 places to see Lord-Treasurer carried to the Tower. I met 
 your Higgins here yesterday ; he roars at the insolence of 
 the Whigs in Ireland, talks much of his own sufferings and 
 expences in asserting the cause of the church ; and I find he 
 would fain plead merit enough to desire that his fortune 
 should be mended. I believe he designs to make as much 
 noise as he can in order to preferment. Pray let the pro- 
 vost, when he sees you, give you ten English shillings, and I 
 will give as much here to the man who delivered me Rymer's 
 books : he knows the meaning. Tell him I will not trust 
 him but that you can order it to be paid me here ; and I 
 will trust you till I see you. Have I told you that the rogue 
 Patrick has left me these two months to my great satisfac- 
 tion ? I have got another who seems to be much better, if 
 he continues it. I am printing a threepenny pamphlet,^ and 
 
 ^ Splenetic fellow. * Beg your pardon. 
 
 * "Some Reasons to prove that no Person is obliged by his Prin- 
 ciples as a Whig, to oppose Her Majesty : in a Letter to a Whig 
 Lord." 
 
 II. B B
 
 370 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 shall print another in a fortnight, and then I have done, 
 unless some new occasion starts. Is my curate Warburton 
 married to Mrs Melthrop in my parish ? so I hear. Or is it 
 a lie ? Has Raymond got to his new house ? Do you see 
 Joe now and then ? What luck have you at ombre ? How 
 stands it with the Dean ? **** ^ My service to Mrs Stoyte, 
 and Catherine, if she be come from Wales. I have not yet 
 seen Dilly Ashe's wife. I called once, but she was not at 
 home : I think she is under the doctor's hand. **** ^ I 
 believe the news of the Duke of Ormond producing letters 
 in the council of war, with orders not to fight, will surprise 
 you in Ireland. Lord-Treasurer said in the House of Lords, 
 that in a few days the treaty of peace should be laid before 
 them ; and our court thought it wrong to hazard a battle, 
 and sacrifice many lives in such a juncture. If the peace 
 holds, all will do well, otherwise I know not how we shall 
 weather it. And it was reckoned as a wrong step in politics 
 for Lord-Treasurer to open himself so much. The Secretar}' 
 would not go so far to satisfy the Whigs in the House of 
 Commons ; but there all went swimmingly. I'll say no 
 more to oo to-nite, sellohs, because I must send away the 
 letter, not by the bell,^ but early : and besides, I have not 
 nmch more to say at zis plesent liting.* Does MD never 
 read at all now, pee ? But oo walk plodigiousry, I suppose. 
 — You make nothing of walking to, to, to, ay, to Donybrook. 
 I walk too as much as I can, because sweating is good ; but 
 I'll walk more if I go to Kensington. I suppose I shall 
 have no apples this year neither, for I dined t'other day with 
 Lord Rivers, who is sick at his country house, and he 
 showed me all his cherries blasted. Nite deelest sollahs ; 
 farewell deelest Rives; rove poor Pdfr. Farewell deelest 
 richar MD, MD, MD, FW, FW, FW, FW, FW, ME, ME, 
 Lele, ME, Lele, Lele, richar MD, 
 
 ' Several words obliterated. * Several words obliterated. 
 
 * The bellman. * "This present writing."
 
 1712] JOURNAL TO STELLA 371 
 
 LETTER XLVIII. 
 
 Addressed to " M^s Rebecca Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : "June 23^." 
 
 Kensington, June 17, 1712. 
 
 I have been so tosticated about since my last, that I could 
 not go on in my journal manner, though my shoulder is 
 a great deal better ; however, I feel constant pain in it, but I 
 think it diminishes, and I have cut off some slices from my 
 flannel. I have lodged here near a fortnight, partly for the 
 air and exercise, partly to be near the court, where dinners 
 are to be found. I generally get a lift in a coach to town, 
 and in the evening I walk back. On Saturday I dined with 
 the Duchess of Ormond at her lodge near Sheen, and 
 thought to get a boat back as usual. I walked by the bank 
 to Cue [Kew] but no boat, then to Mortlack [Mortlake], 
 but no boat, and it was nine o'clock. At last a little sculler 
 called, full of nasty people. I made him set me down at 
 Hammersmith, so walked two miles to this place, and got 
 here by eleven. Last night I had another such difficulty. 
 I was in the city till past ten at night ; it rained hard, but no 
 coach to be had. It gave over a little, and I walked all the 
 way here, and got home by twelve. I love these shabby 
 difficulties when they are over ; but I hate them, because 
 they arise from not having a thousand pound a-year. I had 
 your N. 30 about three days ago, which I will now answer. 
 And first I did not relapse, but second I came out before I 
 ought ; and so, and so, as I have told you in some of my 
 last. The first coming abroad made people think I was quite 
 recovered, and I had no more messages afterwards. Well, 
 but John Bull is not writ by the person you imagine, as hope !^ 
 It is too good for another to own. Had it been Grub 
 Street, I would have let people think as they please ; and I 
 think that's right : is not it now ? so flap ee hand, and make 
 wry mouth 00-self, sauci doxi. Now comes DD. Why 
 soUah, I did write in a fortnight my 47th ; and if it did not 
 come in due time, can I help wind and weather ? am I 
 
 * As I hope, sc. to be saved.
 
 372 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 a Laplander ? am I a witch ? can I work miracles ? can I 
 make easterly winds ? Now I am against Dr. Smith. I 
 drink little water with my wine, yet I believe he is right. 
 Yet Dr. Cockburn told me a little wine would not hurt me ; 
 ^but it is so hot and dry, and water is so dangerous. The 
 worst thing here is my evenings at Lord Masham's, where 
 Lord-Treasurer comes, and we sit till after twelve. But 
 it is convenient I should be among them for a while as much 
 as possible. I need not tell ee why. But I hope that will be at 
 an end in a month or two, one way or other, and I am 
 resolved it shall. But I can't go to Tunbridge, or any where 
 else out of the way, in this juncture. So Ppt designs for 
 Templeoag, (what a name is that !). Whereabouts is that place? 
 I hope not very far from Dublin. Higgins is here, roaring 
 that all is wrong in Ireland, and would have me get him 
 an audience of Lord-Treasurer to tell him so ; but I will have 
 nothing to do in it, no, not I, faith. We have had no 
 thunder till last night, and till then we were dead for want of 
 rain ; but there fell a great deal : no field looked green. I 
 reckon the Queen will go to Windsor in three or four weeks : 
 and if the Secretary takes a house there, I shall be some- 
 times with him. But how affectedly Ppt talks of my being 
 here all the summer ; which I do not intend : nor to stay 
 one minute longer in England than becomes the circum- 
 stances I am in. I wish you would go soon into the country, 
 and take a good deal of it ; and where better than Trim ? 
 Joe will be your humble servant, Parvisol your slave, and 
 Raymond at your command, for he piques himself on good 
 manners. I have seen Dilly's wife — and I have seen once 
 or twice old Bradley here. He is very well, very old, and 
 very wise: I believe I must go see his wife, when I have 
 leisure. I should be glad to see Goody Stoyte and her 
 husband ; pray give them my humble service, and to Cathe- 
 rine, and to Mrs Walls — ^I am not the least bit in love with 
 Mrs Walls — I suppose the cares of the husband increase 
 with the fruitfulness of the wife. I am grad at halt ^ to hear 
 of Ppt's good health : pray let her finish it by drinking 
 waters. I hope DD had her bill and has her money. 
 Remember to write a due time before ME money is wanted, 
 
 ' Glad at heart.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 373 
 
 and be good galls, good dallars, I mean, and no crying 
 dallars. I heard somebody coming up stairs, and forgot 
 I was in the country ; and I was afraid of a visitor ; that 
 is one advantage of being here, that I am not teased with 
 soUcitors. Molt, the chemist, is my acquaintance. My 
 service to Dr Smith. I sent the question to him ^ about Sir 
 Walter Raleigh's cordial, and the answer he returned is in 
 these words : " It is directly after Mr Boyle's receipt." That 
 commission is performed ; if he wants any of it. Molt shall 
 use him fairly. I suppose Smith is one of your physicians. 
 So, now your letter is fully and impartially answered ; not as 
 rascals answer me : I believe, if I writ an essay upon a straw, 
 I should have a shoal of answerers : but no matter for that ; 
 you see I can answer without making any reflections, as be- 
 comes men of learning. Well, but now for the peace : why 
 we expect it daily ; but the French have the staff in their 
 own hands, and we trust to their honesty. I wish it were 
 otherwise. Things are now in the way of being soon in the 
 extremes of well or ill. — I hope and believe the first. Lord 
 Wharton is gone out of town in a rage, and curses himself 
 and friends for ruining themselves in defending Lord Marl- 
 borough and Godolphin, and taking Nottingham into their 
 favour. He swears he will meddle no more during this reign ; 
 a pretty speech at sixty-six, and the Queen is near twenty 
 years younger, and now in very good health ; for you must 
 know her health is fixed by a certain reason, that she has 
 done with braces, (I must use the expression,) and nothing 
 ill is happened to her since ; so she has a new lease of her 
 life. Read the Letter to a Whig Lord.^ Do you ever 
 read? Why don't you say so? I mean does DD read to 
 Ppt? Do you walk? I think Ppt should walk to DD, 
 as DD reads to Ppt, for Ppt oo must know is a good 
 walker ; but not so good as Pdfr. I intend to dine to-day 
 with Mr Lewis : but it threatens rain ; and I shall be too 
 late to get a lift ; and I must write to the Bishop of Clogher. 
 'Tis now ten in the morning ; and this is all writ at a heat. 
 Farewell deelest lole, deelest MD, MD, MD, MD, MD, 
 FW, FW, FW, ME, ME, ME, Lele, ME, Lele, ME, Lele, 
 ME, Lele, Lele, Lele, ME. 
 
 ^ Molt the apothecary. 
 
 ' The threepenny pamphlet spoken of in the last Letter. See p. 369.
 
 374 JOURNAL TO STELLA [July 
 
 LETTER XLIX. 
 
 Addressed to " M" Dingley," as before. 
 Endorsed: "July 8." 
 
 Kensington, July I, 1 7 12. 
 
 I never was in a worse station for writing letters than this 
 especially for writing to MD, since I left off my journals. 
 For I go to town early ; and when I come home at night, I 
 generally go to Lord Masham, where Lord-Treasurer comes, 
 and we stay till past twelve. But I am now resolved to write 
 journals again, though my shoulder is not yet well ; for 
 I have still a few itching pimples, and a little pain now and 
 then. It is now high cherry time with us ; take notice, is it 
 so soon with you ? And we have early apricots, and 
 gooseberries are ripe. On Sunday, Archdeacon Parnell 
 came here to see me. It seems he has been ill for grief of 
 his wife's death,^ and has been two months at the Bath. 
 He has a mind to go to Dunkirk with Jack Hill, and I per- 
 suade him to it, and have spoke to Hill to receive him ; 
 but I doubt he won't have spirit to go. I have made Ford^ 
 Gazetteer, and got two hundred pounds-a-year settled on the 
 employment by the Secretary of State, beside the perquisites. 
 It is the prettiest employment in England of its bigness ; yet 
 the puppy does not seem satisfied with it. I think people 
 keep some follies to themselves, till they have occasion to 
 produce them. He thinks it not genteel enough, and makes 
 twenty difficulties. 'Tis impossible to make any man easy. 
 His salary is paid him every week, if he pleases, without 
 taxes or abatements. He has little to do for it. He has a 
 pretty office, with coals, candles, papers, &c. ; can frank 
 what letters he will ; and his perquisites, if he takes care, may 
 be worth one hundred pounds more. I hear the Bishop 
 of Clogher is landing, or landed, in England ; and I hope to 
 see him in a few days. I was to see Mrs Bradley on Sunday 
 night. Her youngest son is marry [married] to somebody 
 worth nothing, and her daughter was forced to leave Lady 
 Giffard, because she was striking iip an intrigue with a foot- 
 
 ' Mrs. Parnell died in 17 12. * Charles Ford.
 
 1/12] JOURNAL TO STELLA 375 
 
 man, who played well upon the flute. This is the mother's 
 account of it. Yesterday the old Bishop of Worcester/ who 
 pretends to be a prophet, went to the Queen, by appoint- 
 ment, to prove to her Majesty, out of Daniel and the Reve- 
 lations, that four years hence there would be a war of 
 religion ; that the King of France would be a Protestant, 
 and fight on their side ; that the Popedom would be de- 
 stroyed, &c. ; and declared, that he would be content to give 
 up his bishopric if it were not true. Lord-Treasurer, who 
 told it me, was by, and some others ; and I am told Lord- 
 Treasurer confounded him sadly in his own learning, which 
 made the old fool very quarrelsome. He is near ninety 
 years old. Old Bradley is fat and lusty, and has lost his 
 palsy. Have you seen Toland's Invitation to Dismal ? "* 
 How do you like it ? But it is an imitation of Horace, and 
 perhaps you don't understand Horace. Here has been 
 a great sweep of employments, and we expect still more 
 removals. The court seems resolved to make thorough 
 work. Mr Hill intended to set out to-morrow for Dunkirk, 
 of which he is appointed governor ; but he tells me to-day 
 that he cannot go till Thursday or Friday. I wish it were 
 over. Mr Secretary tells me, he is [has] no fear at all 
 that France will play tricks with us. If we have Dunkirk 
 once, all is safe. We rail now all against the Dutch, who, 
 indeed, have acted like knaves, fools, and madmen. Mr 
 Secretary is soon to be made a viscount. He desired I 
 would draw the preamble of his patent ; but I excused myself 
 from a work that might lose me a great deal of reputation, 
 and get me very little. We would fain have the court make 
 him an earl, but it would not be; and therefore he will 
 not take the title of Bullenbrook [Bolingbroke], which is 
 lately extinct in the elder branch of his family. I have 
 
 ' Dr. William Lloyd, a vehement antipapist, who had preached the 
 funeral sermon of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey, and now published pam- 
 phlets against Rome. 
 
 ^ " Toland's Invitation to Dismal to dine with the Calfs Head Club." 
 — Swift's Poet. Works (Aldine, iii. 40). Daniel Finch, second Earl of 
 Nottingham, was known as Dismal. He had deserted the Tories, and 
 Swift's imitation of Horace, Epist. L v. takes the form of an invitation 
 from the Republican and Freethinker Toland to the sober High Church 
 Tory asking him to dine "with his trusty friends" in celebration of 
 the execution of Charles I.
 
 37^ JOURNAL TO STELLA [July- 
 
 advised him to be called Lord Pomfret ; but he thinks that 
 title is already in some other family ; and, besides, he objects 
 that it is in Yorkshire, where he has no estate ; but there is 
 nothing in that, and I love Pomfret. Don't you love Pom- 
 fret ? Why ? 'Tis in all our histories ; they are full of 
 Pomfret Castle. But what's all this to you ? You don't 
 care for this. Is Goody Stoyte come to London ? I have 
 not heard of her yet. The Dean of St Patrick's never had 
 the manners to answer my letter. I was t'other day to see 
 Sterne ^ and his wife. She is not half so handsome as when 
 I saw her with you at Dublin. They design to pass the 
 summer at a house near Lord Somers's, about a dozen 
 miles off. You never told me how my Letter to Lord- 
 Treasurer passes in Ireland. I suppose you are drinking 
 at this time Temples-something's waters. Steele was arrested 
 the other day for making a lottery directly against an act of 
 Parliament. He is now under prosecution ; but they think 
 it will be dropped out of pity." I believe he will very soon 
 lose his employment, for he has been mighty impertinent of 
 late in his Spectators ; and I will never offer a word in his 
 behalf. Raymond writes me word, that the Bishop of 
 Meath^ was going to summon me, in order to suspension, for 
 absence, if the Provost had not prevented him. I am 
 prettily rewarded for getting them their First Fruits, with 
 a p — . We have had very little hot weather during the 
 whole month of June ; and for a week past we have had a 
 great deal of rain, though not every day. I am just now 
 told, that the governor of Dunkirk has not orders yet to 
 deliver up the town to Jack Hill and his forces, but expects 
 them daily. This must put off Hill's journey a while, and I 
 don't like these stoppings in such an affair. Go, get ee 
 gone, and drink oo waters, if this rain has not spoiled them, 
 sauci doxi. I have no more to say to oo at plesent ; but 
 rove Pdfr, and MD, and ME. And Podafr will rove Pdfr, 
 and MD and ME. I wish you had taken any account when 
 
 '■ Enoch Sterne. See p. 33, note 2. 
 
 ^ Mr. Aitken thinks that here Swift " was only repeating an inaccurate 
 rumour," for there is no evidence that Steele was arrested. His gambling 
 scheme was at once withdrawn when an information was laid under the 
 new act of parliament against gambling. See Aitken's " Life of Steele," 
 
 i- 347- 
 
 ' Dr. W. Moreton, Swift's diocesan.
 
 I7I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 377 
 
 I sent money to Mrs Brent. I believe I han't done it a 
 threat while. And pray send me notice when **********. 
 Farewell, dearest MD FW FW FW ME ME ME. 
 
 LETTER L. 
 
 Ad^j-essed to " M"^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "July 23." 
 
 Kensington, July I7j 1712. 
 
 I am weary of living in this place, and glad to leave it 
 soon. The Queen goes on Tuesday to Windsor, and I shall 
 follow in three or four days after. I can do nothing here, , 
 going early to London, and coming late from it, and supping 
 at Lady Masham's. I dined to-day with the Duke of Argyle 
 at Cue [Kew], and would not go to the court to night, because 
 of writing to MD. The Bishop of Clogher has been 
 here this fortnight : I see him as often as I can. Poor 
 Master Ashe has a sad redness in his face ; it is St Anthony's 
 fire ; his face all swelled, and will break in his cheek, but no 
 danger. Since Dunkirk has been in our hands. Grub Street 
 has been very fruitful. Pdfr has writ five or six Grub Street 
 papers this last week. Have you seen Toland's Invitation to 
 Dismal, or Hue and Cry after Dismal, or a Ballad on 
 Dunkirk, or Argument that Dunkirk is not in our Hands? 
 Poh ! you have seen nothing. I am dead here with the hot 
 weather ; yet I walk every night home, and believe it does 
 me good : but my shoulder is not yet right ; itchings, and 
 scratchings, and small achings. Did I tell you I had made 
 Ford gazetteer, with two hundred pounds a-year salary, 
 beside perquisites ? I had a letter lately from Parvisol, who 
 says my canal looks very finely ; I long to see it ; but no 
 apples ; all blasted again. He tells me there will be a 
 triennial visitation in August. I must send Raymond 
 another proxy. So now I will answer 00 rettle N. 33, 
 dated ^ June 1 7. Ppt writes as well as ever, for all her waters. 
 I wish I had never come here, as often and as heartily as 
 Ppt. What had I to do here ? I have heard of the Bishop's 
 
 ^ "Rettle" means letter. " N. 33" seems a mistake. No. 32 was 
 received after Swift had left Kensington and gone to Windsor. See 
 pp. 380, 383.
 
 37^ JOURNAL TO STELLA [July- 
 
 making me uneasy, but I did not think it was because I 
 never writ to him. A Uttle would make me write to him, 
 but I don't know what to say. I find I am obliged to the 
 Provost for keeping the Bishop from being impertinent. 
 Yes, Maram DD, but oo would not be content with letters 
 from Pdfr of six lines, or twelve either, fais. I hope Ppt 
 will have done with the waters soon, and find benefit by 
 them. I believe, if they were as far off as Wexford, they 
 would do as much good ; for I take the journey to contribute 
 as much as any thing. I can assure you, the Bishop of 
 Clogher's being here does not in the least affect my staying 
 or going. I never talked to Higgins but once in my life in 
 the street, and I believe he and I shall hardly meet but by 
 chance. What care I whether my Letter to Lord-Treasurer 
 be commended there or no ? Why does not somebody 
 among you answer it, as three or four have done here? (I 
 am now sitting with nothing but my nightgown, for heat.) 
 Ppt shall have a great Bible. I have put it down in my 
 memlandum ^ just now. And DD shall be repaid her 
 t'other book ; but patience ; all in good time : you are 
 so hasty, a dog, would, &c. So Ppt has neither won nor 
 lost. Why, mun, I play sometimes too at picket, that is 
 picquett, I mean ; but very seldom. — Out late ? why, 't is 
 only at Lady Masham's, and that is in our town ; but I 
 never come late here from London, except once in rain, 
 when I could not get a coach. We have had very little 
 thunder here ; none these two months. Why, pray, madam 
 philosopher, how did the rain hinder the thunder from 
 doing any harm ? I suppose it squenched it. So here comes 
 Ppt aden '^ with her little watery postscript. O Rold, 
 dlunken srut ! ^ drink Pdfr's health ten times in a morning I 
 you are a whetter, fais, I sup MD's fifteen times evly 
 niolning in milk porridge. Lele's fol oo now — and lele's 
 fol oo rettle, and evly kind of sing* — and now I must say 
 something else. You hear Secretary St John is made Vis- 
 count BuUinbrook [Bolingbroke]. I can hardly persuade 
 him to take that title, because the eldest branch of his family 
 had it in an earldom, and it was last year extinct. If he did 
 
 ^ Memorandum. ^ Again. ^ O Lord, drunken slut. 
 
 * There's for you now, and there's for your letter, and every kind of 
 thing.
 
 1712] JOURNAL TO STELLA 379. 
 
 not take it, I advised him to be Lord Pomfret, which I 
 think is a noble title. You hear of it often in the Chronicles^ 
 Pomfret Castle : but we believed it was among the titles of 
 some other lord. Jack Hill sent his sister a pattern of a 
 head-dress from Dunkirk ; it was like our fashion twenty 
 years ago, only not quite so high, and looked very ugly. I 
 have made Trap chaplain to Lord BuUinbroke and he is 
 mighty happy and thankful for it. Mr Addison returned 
 me my visit this morning. He lives in our town. I shall be 
 mighty retired, and mighty busy for a while at Windsor. 
 Pray why don't MD go to Trim, and see Laracor, and give 
 me an account of the garden, and the river, and the holly and 
 the cherry trees on the river walk ? 
 
 19. I could not send this letter last post, being called 
 away before I could fold or finish it. I dined yesterday 
 with Lord-Treasurer ; sat with him till ten at night ; yet 
 could not find a minute for some business I had with him. 
 He brought me to Kensington, and Lord Bulingbrook 
 [Bolingbroke] would not let me go away till two ; and I am 
 now in bed, very lazy and sleepy at nine. I must shave 
 head and face, and meet Lord Bullinbrook at eleven, 
 and dine again with Lord-Treasurer. To-day there will 
 be another Grub,' "A Letter from the Pretender to a 
 Whig Lord." Grub Street has but ten days to live; then 
 an Act of Parliament takes place that ruins it, by taxing every 
 half sheet at a halfpenny. We have news just come, but 
 not the particulars, that the Earl of Albemarle, at the head 
 of eight thousand Dutch, is beaten, lost the greatest part of 
 his men, and himself a prisoner." This perhaps may cool 
 their courage, and make them think of a peace. The Duke 
 of Ormond has got abundance of credit by his good conduct 
 of affairs in Flanders. We had a good deal of rain last 
 night, very refreshing. 'T is late, and I must rise. Don't 
 play at ombre in your waters, soUah. Farewell, deelest MD, 
 MD MD MD FW FW ME ME ME Lele Lele Lele. 
 
 ' Grub Street pamphlet. This is " A Supposed Letter from the Pre- 
 tender to Another Whig Lord," intended to suggest that the Whigs 
 were working for the Pretender. 
 
 •^ The Dutch under Albemarle were encamped at Denain, in sight of 
 the Imperial army, when Villars inflicted this severe defeat.
 
 380 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Aug. 
 
 LETTER LI. 
 
 Addressed to " M"^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : "Aug. 14." 
 
 London, Aug. 7, 17 12. 
 
 I had your N. 32 at Windsor: I just read it, and imme- 
 diately sealed it up again, and shall read it no more this 
 twelvemonth at least. The reason of my resentment at it is, 
 because you talk as glibly of a thing as if it were done, 
 which, for aught I know, is farther from being done than 
 ever, since I hear not a word of it, though the town is full of 
 it, and the court always giving me joy and vexation. You 
 might be sure I would have let you known as soon as it was 
 done ; but I believe you fancied I would affect not to tell it 
 you, but let you learn it from newspapers and reports. I 
 remember only there was something in your letter about 
 ME's money ; and that shall be taken care of on the other 
 side. I left Windsor on Monday last, upon Lord Boling- 
 broke's being gone to France ; and somebody's being here 
 that I ought often to consult with in an affair I am upon : 
 but that person talks of returning to Windsor again, and I 
 believe I shall follow him. I am now in a hedge lodging 
 very busy, as I am every day till noon : so that this letter is 
 like to be short, and you are not to blame me these two 
 months ; for I protest, if I study ever so hard, I cannot in 
 that time compass what I am upon. We have a fever both 
 here and at Windsor, which hardly any body misses ; but it 
 lasts not above three or four days, and kills nobody. The 
 Queen has forty servants down of it at once. I dined 
 yesterday with Treasurer, but could do no business, though 
 he sent for me I thought on purpose ; but he desires 
 I will dine with him again to-day. Windsor is a most 
 delightful place, and at this time abounds in dinners. My 
 lodgings there look upon Eton and the Thames. I wish I 
 was owner of them ; they belong to a prebend. God knows 
 what was in your letter ; and if it be not answered, whose 
 
 fault is it, saucy dallars ? Do you know that Grub Street 
 
 is dead and gone last week ? No more ghosts or murders 
 now for love or money. I plied it pretty close the last fort-
 
 I7I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 38 1 
 
 night, and published at least seven penny papers of my own, 
 besides some of other people's : but now every single half 
 sheet pays a halfpenny to the Queen. The Observator is 
 fallen ; the Medleys are jumbled together with the Flying 
 Post ; the Examiner is deadly sick ; the Spectator keeps up, 
 and doubles its price ; I know not how long it will hold. 
 Have you seen the red stamp the papers are marked with ? 
 Methinks it is worth a halfpenny, the stamping it. Lord 
 Bolingbroke and Prior set out for France last Saturday. My 
 lord's business is to hasten the peace before the Dutch are 
 too much mauled, and hinder France from carrying the jest of 
 beating them too far. Have you seen the fourth part of 
 John Bull? It is equal to the rest, and extremely good. 
 The Bishop of Clogher's son has been ill of St Anthony's 
 fire, but is now quite well. I was afraid his face would be 
 spoiled, but it is not. Dilly is just as he used to be, and 
 puns as plentifully and as bad. The two brothers see one 
 another ; but I think not the two sisters. Raymond writ to 
 me that he intended to invite you to Trim. Are you, have 
 you, will you be there ? Won't 00 see pool Laratol ? ^ Parvisol 
 says I shall have no fruit. Blasts have taken away all. Pray 
 observe the cherry trees on the river walk ; but 00 are too 
 lazy to take such a journey. If you have not your letters in 
 due time for two months hence, impute it to my being 
 tosticated between this and Windsor. And pray send me 
 again the state of ME's money ; for I will not look into your 
 letter for it. Poor Lord Winchelsea " is dead, to my great 
 grief He was a worthy honest gentleman, and particular 
 friend of mine : and, what is yet worse, my old acquaintance, 
 Mrs Finch,'' is now Countess of Winchelsea, the title being 
 fallen to her husband, but without much estate. I have 
 been poring my eyes all this morning, and it is now past two 
 afternoon, so I shall take a little walk in the Park. Do you 
 play at ombre still ? Or is that off by Mr. Stoyte's absence, 
 and Mrs Manley's grief? Somebody was telling me of a 
 strange sister that Mrs Manley has got in Ireland, who dis- 
 appointed you all about her being handsome. My service to 
 
 ' Poor Laracor. 
 
 ^ Charles, Earl of Winchelsea, died August 14, 1712. 
 ^ Ann, daughter of Sir W. Kingsmill and wife of Heneage Fineh, 
 She wrote some verse.
 
 382 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept. 
 
 Mrs Walls. Farewell, deelest MD MD MD, FW FW 
 FW, ME ME ME ME ME. Lele, logues both; rove 
 poo Pdfr. 
 
 LETTER LII. 
 
 Addressed to " M'^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : " Oct. i^t. At Portraune " 
 [Portraine]. 
 
 Windsor, Sept. 15, 1712. 
 
 I never was so long without writing to MD as now, since 
 I left them, nor ever will again while I am able to write. I 
 have expected from one week to another that something 
 would be done in my own affairs ; but nothing at all is, nor 
 I don't know when any thing will, or whether, ever at all, so 
 slow are people at doing favours. I have been much out of 
 order of late with the old giddiness in my head. I took a 
 vomit for it two days ago, and will take another about a day 
 or two hence. I have eat mighty little fruit ; yet I impute 
 my disorder to that little, and shall henceforth wholly forbear 
 it. I am engaged in a long work, and have done all I can 
 of it, and wait for some papers from the ministry for 
 materials for the rest; and they delay me, as if it were a 
 favour I asked of them ; so that I have been idle here this 
 good while, and it happened in a right time, when I was too 
 much out of order to study. One is kept constantly out of 
 humour by a thousand unaccountable things in public pro- 
 ceedings ; and when I reason with some friends, we cannot 
 conceive how affairs can last as they are. God only knows, 
 but it is a very melancholy subject for those who have any 
 near concern in it. I am again endeavouring, as I was last 
 year, to keep people from breaking to pieces upon a hundred 
 misunderstandings. One cannot mthhold them from draw- 
 ing different ways, while the enemy is watching to destroy 
 both.' See how my style is altered, by living and thinking 
 and talking among these people, instead of my canal and 
 river-walk and willows. I lose all my money here among 
 the ladies ; so that I never play when I can help it, being 
 sure to lose. I have lost five pounds the five weeks I have 
 
 ^ Oxford and Bolingbroke were quarrelling and intriguing against each 
 other.
 
 171 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 383 
 
 been here. I hope Ppt is luckier at picquet with the Dean 
 and Mrs Walls. The Dean never answered my letter 
 though. I have clearly forgot whether I sent a bill for ]\IE 
 in any of my last letters. I think I did ; pray let me know, 
 and always give me timely notice. I wait here but to see 
 what they will do for me ; and whenever preferments are 
 given from me, as hope saved/ I will come over. 
 
 18. I have taken a vomit to-day, and hope I shall be 
 better. I have been very giddy since I writ what is before, 
 yet not as I used to be : more frequent, but not so violent. 
 Yesterday we were alarmed with the Queen's being ill : she 
 had an aguish and feverish fit ; and you never saw such 
 countenances as we all had, such dismal melancholy. Her 
 physicians from town were sent for ; but towards night she 
 grew better, to-day she missed her fit, and was up : we are 
 not now in any fear ; it will be at worst but an ague, and we 
 hope even that will not return. Lx)rd-Treasurer would not 
 come here from London, because it would make a noise, if 
 he came before his usual time, which is Saturday, and he 
 goes away on Mondays. The Whigs have lost a great sup- 
 port in the Earl of Godolphin." It is a good jest to hear the 
 ministers talk of him now with humanity and pity, because 
 he is dead, and can do them no more hurt. Lady Orkney,* 
 the late King's mistress, (who lives at a fine place, five miles 
 from hence, called Cliffden,)* and I, are grown mighty 
 acquaintance. She is the wisest woman I ever saw ; and 
 Lord-Treasurer made great use of her advice in the late 
 change of affairs. I heard Lord Marlborough is growing ill 
 of his diabetes ; which, if it be true, may soon carry him 
 off; and then the ministry will be something more at ease. 
 MD has been a long time without writing to Pdfr, though 
 they have not the same cause : it is seven weeks since your 
 last came to my hands, which was N. 32, that you may not 
 
 ^ As I hope to be saved. 
 
 2 He died Sept. 15, 1712. 
 
 ^ Elizabeth Villiers, on whom William IIL had settled an estate in 
 Ireland of ;,^26,ooo a year. She afterwards married Lord George 
 Hamilton (brother of the Duke of Hamilton), who fought under Marl- 
 borough, and became Earl of Orkney. Mr. Craik is in error in trying 
 fo make two ladies out of one (" Selections from Swift," i. 467). 
 
 * Cleveden, near Taplow. The house was built by the Duke of 
 Buckingham of Charles IL's time.
 
 384 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Sept 
 
 be mistaken. I hope Ppt has not wanted her health. You 
 were then drinking waters. The doctor tells me I must go 
 into a course of steel, though I have not the spleen ; for 
 that they can never give me, though I have as much 
 provocation to it as any man alive. Bernage's regiment is 
 broke ; but he is upon half-pay. I have not seen him this 
 long time ; but I suppose he is overrun with melancholy. 
 My Lord Shrewsbury is certainly designed to be Governor 
 of Ireland ; and I believe the Duchess will please the people 
 there mightily. The Irish Whig leaders promise great things 
 to themselves from this government : but care shall be 
 taken, if possible, to prevent them. Mrs. Fenton ^ has writ 
 to me, that she has been forced to leave Lady Giflard, and 
 come to town, for a rheumatism : that lady does not love to 
 be troubled with sick people. Mrs. Fenton writes to me as 
 one dying, and desires I would think of her son : I have not 
 answered her letter. She is retired to Mrs Povey's. Is my 
 aunt alive yet ? and do you ever see her ? I suppose she 
 has forgot the loss of her son. Is Raymond's new house 
 quite finished? and does he squander as he used to do? 
 Has he yet spent all his wife's fortune ? I hear there are 
 five or six people putting strongly in for my livings ; God 
 help them ! But if ever the court should give me any thing, 
 I would recommend Raymond to the Duke of Ormond ; not 
 for any particular friendship to him, but because it would be 
 proper for the minister of Trim to have Laracor. You may 
 keep the gold studded snuff-box now ; for my brother Hill, 
 Governor of Dunkirk, has sent me the finest that ever you 
 saw.^ It is allowed at court that none in England comes 
 near it, though it did not cost above twenty pounds. And 
 the Duchess of Hamilton has made me pockets for [it] like a 
 woman's, with a belt and buckle, (for, you know, I wear no 
 waistcoat in summer,) and there are several divisions, and 
 one on purpose for my box, oh, ho ! — We have had most 
 delightful weather this whole week ; but illness and vomiting 
 have hindered me from sharing in a great part of it. Lady 
 Masham made the Queen send to Kensington for some of 
 her preserved ginger for me, which I take in the morning, 
 
 ^ Swift's sister. See p. 58, note. 
 
 ^ See Swift's letter to General Hill, Aug. 12, 1712, printed in his 
 Correspondence.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 385 
 
 and hope it will do me good. Mrs. Brent ^ sent me a letter 
 by a young fellow, a printer, desiring I would recommend 
 him here, which you may tell her I have done : but I can- 
 not promise what will come of it, for it is necessary they 
 should be made free here before they can be employed. I 
 remember I put the boy prentice to Brent. I hope Parvisol 
 has set my tithes well this year ; he has writ nothing to me 
 about it ; pray talk to him of it when you see him, and let 
 him give me an account how things are. I suppose the 
 corn is now off the ground. I hope he has sold that great 
 ugly horse. Why don't you sell to him ? He keeps me at 
 charges for horses that I never ride : yours is large, and will 
 never be good for any thing. The Queen will stay here 
 about a month longer I suppose ; but Lady Masham will go 
 in ten days to lie in at Kensington. Poor creature, she fell 
 down in the court here t'other day. She would needs walk 
 across it upon some displeasure with her chairmen, and was 
 likely to be spoiled so near her time ; but we hope all is over 
 for a black eye and a sore side : though I shall not be at 
 ease till she is brought to bed. I find I can fill up a letter, 
 some way or other, without a journal. If I had not a spirit 
 naturally cheerful, I should be very much discontented at a 
 thousand things. Pray God preserve MD's health, and 
 Pdfr's, and that I may live far from the envy and discontent 
 that attends those who are thought to have more favour at 
 courts than they really possess. Love Pdfr, who loves MD 
 above all things. Farewell, deelrest, ten thousand times 
 dearest, MD MD MD, FW FW, ME ME ME ME. Lele, 
 Lele, Lele, Lele. 
 
 LETTER LIIL 
 
 Addressed to "M" Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : " Ocf 18. At Portraune." 
 
 London, Oct. 9, 1712. 
 
 I have left Windsor these ten days, and am deep in pills 
 with asafoetida, and a steel bitter drink ; and I find my head 
 much better than it was. I was very much discouraged ; 
 for I used to be ill for three or four days together, ready to 
 
 ^ Swift's housekeeper at Laracor. 
 II. C C
 
 3S6 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 totter as I walked. I take eight pills a-day, and have taken, 
 I believe, a hundred and fifty already. The Queen, Lord- 
 Treasurer, Lady Masham, and I, were all ill together, but 
 are now all better ; only Lady Masham expects every day to 
 lie in at Kensington. There was never such a lump of lies 
 spread about the town together as now. I doubt not but 
 you will have them in Dublin before this comes to you, and 
 all without the least grounds of truth. I have been mightily 
 put backward in something I am writing by my illness, but 
 hope to fetch it up, so as to be ready when the Parliament 
 meets. Lord-Treasurer has had an ugly fit of the rheu- 
 matism, but is now near quite well. I was playing at one- 
 and-thirty with him and his family t'other night. He gave 
 us all twelvepence apiece to begin with : it put me in mind 
 of Sir William Temple. I asked both him and Lady 
 Masham seriously, whether the Queen were at all inclined 
 to a dropsy ? And they positively assured me she was not : 
 so did her physician Arbuthnot, who always attends her. 
 Yet these devils have spread, that she has holes in her legs, 
 and runs at her navel, and I know not what. Arbuthnot 
 has sent me from Windsor a pretty Discourse upon Lying, 
 and I have ordered the printer to come for it. It is a pro- 
 posal for publishing a curious piece, called The Art of 
 Political Lying, in two volumes, &:c. And then there is an 
 abstract of the first volume, just like those pamphlets which 
 they call " The Works of the Learned." ^ Pray get it when 
 it comes out. The Queen has a little of the gout in one of 
 her hands. I believe she will stay a month still at Windsor. 
 Lord-Treasurer showed me the kindest letter from her in the 
 world, by which I picked out one secret, that there will be 
 soon made some Knights of the Garter. You know another 
 is fallen by Lord Godolphin's death : he will be buried in a 
 day or two at Westminster Abbey. I saw Tom Leigh in 
 town once. The Bishop of Clogher has taken his lodging for 
 the winter ; they are all well. I hear there are in town 
 abundance of people from Ireland ; half-a-dozen bishops at 
 least. The poor old Bishop of London,'^ at past fourscore, 
 fell down backward going up stairs, and I think b oke or 
 
 ' Under this title accounts of new books were published. The " Art 
 of Political Lying " is usually printed in Swift's works. 
 * Dr. Henry Compton.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 387 
 
 cracked his skull ; yet is now recovering. The town is as 
 empty as at midsummer; and if I had not occasion for 
 physic, I would be at Windsor still. Did I tell you of Lord 
 Rivers's will ? He has left legacies to about twenty paltry 
 old whores by name, and not a farthing to any friend, 
 dependent, or relation : he has left from his only child. 
 Lady Barrymore, her mother's estate, and given the whole 
 to his heir-male, a popish priest,^ a second cousin, who is 
 now Earl Rivers, and whom he used in his life like a foot- 
 man. After him it goes to his chief wench and bastard. 
 Lord-Treasurer and Lord-Chamberlain are executors of this 
 hopeful will. I loved the man, and detest his memory. 
 We hear nothing of peace yet : I believe verily the Dutch 
 are so wilful, because they are told the Queen cannot live. 
 I had poor MD's letter, N. 3 ^ at Windsor : but I could 
 not answer it then ; poor Pdfr was vely kick ^ then : and, 
 besides, it was a very inconvenient place to send letters 
 from. Oo thought to come home the same day, and staid 
 a month : that was a sign the place was agreeable. I should 
 love such a sort of jaunt. Is that lad Swanton a little more 
 fixed than he used to be ? I think you like the girl very 
 well. She has left off her grave airs, I suppose. I am now 
 told Lo.d Godolphin was buried last night. — O poo Ppt ! 
 lay down 00 head aden — fais* I**** — I always reckon if 
 00 are ill I shall hear it and therefore hen 00 are silent I 
 reckon all is well.***** I believe I scaped the new fever, 
 for the same reason that Ppt did, because I am not well ; 
 but why should DD scape it, pray ? She is melthigal, 00 
 know, and ought to have the fever ; but I hope it is now 
 too late, and she won't have it at all. Some physicians here 
 talk very melancholy, and think it foreruns the plague, 
 which is actually at Hamburgh. I hoped Ppt would have 
 done with her illness ; but I think we both have that faculty 
 never to part with a disorder for ever ; we are very constant. 
 
 ^ William Savage, third son of the first Earl Rivers, with whom the 
 title became extinct. On his predecessor, see above, pp. 74, 312. 
 " 2 Should be No. 32, 
 ' Very sick. 
 
 * Faith. 
 
 * This sentence has been partially obliterated. A few words which 
 are here indicated by asterisks cannot be read.
 
 388 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 I have had my giddiness twenty-three years by fits. Will 
 Mrs Raymond never have done lying-in? He intends to 
 leave beggars enough; for I dare say he has squandered 
 away the best part of his fortune already, and is not out of 
 debt. I had a letter from him lately. 
 
 October ii. Lord-Treasurer sent for me yesterday and 
 the day before to sit with him, because he is not yet quite 
 well enough to go abroad ; and I could not finish my letter. 
 How the deuce come I to be so exact in ME money? Just 
 seventeen shillings and eightpence more than due ; I believe 
 you cheat me. If Hawkshaw does not pay the interest 
 I will have the principal, pray speak to Pavisol and have 
 his advice what I should do about it. Service to Mrs 
 Stoyte and Catherine and Mrs Walls. Ppt makes a peti- 
 tion with many apologies. John Danvers, you know, is 
 Lady Giffard's friend. The rest I never heard of. I tell 
 you what, as things are at present, I cannot possibly speak 
 to Lord-Treasurer for any body. I need tell you no more. 
 Something or nothing will be done in my own affairs ; if the 
 former, I will be a solicitor for your sister; if the latter, 
 I have done with courts for ever. Opportunities will often 
 fall in my way, if I am used well, and I will then make it my 
 business. It is my delight to do good offices for people who 
 want and deserve, and a tenfold delight to do it to a relation 
 of Ppt, whose affairs she has so at heart.' I have taken 
 down his name and his case, (not /ler case ;) and whenever a 
 proper time comes, I will do all I can : zats enough to say 
 when I can do no more ; and I beg oo pardon a sousand 
 times,^ that I cannot do better. I hope the Dean of St. 
 Patrick's is well of his fever : he has never writ to me : I am 
 glad of it ; pray don't desire him to write. I have dated 
 your bill late, because it must not commence, ung oomens, 
 till the first of November next. O, fais, I must be ise;^ 
 iss, fais, must I ; else ME will cheat Pdfr. Are you good 
 housewives and readers ? Are you walkers ? I know you 
 
 are gamesters. Are you drinkers? Are you O 
 
 Rold, I must go no farther, for fear of abusing fine radies. 
 Parvisol has never sent me one word how he set this 
 year's tithes. Pray, ask whether tithes set well or ill this 
 
 ' Latter half of this sentence has been scribbled over. 
 * Partly obliterated. ^ Wise.
 
 I712] JOURNAL TO STELLA 389 
 
 year. Bishop of Killaloe tells me wool bears a good rate in 
 Ireland : but how is corn ? I dined yesterday with Lady 
 Orkney, and we sat alone from two till eleven at night. — You 
 have heard of her, I suppose. I have twenty letters upon my 
 hands, and am so lazy and so busy, I cannot answer them, 
 and they grow upon me for several months. Have I any 
 apples at Laracor? It is strange every year should blast 
 them, when I took so much care for shelter. Lord Boling- 
 broke has been idle at his country house this fortnight, 
 which puts me backward in a business I have. I am got 
 into an ordinary room two pair of stairs, and see nobody, if 
 I can help it ; yet some puppies have found me out, and my 
 man is not such an artist as Patrick at denying me. Patrick 
 has been soliciting to come to me again, but in vain. The 
 printer has been here with some of the new whims printed, 
 and has taken up my time. I am just going out, and 
 can only bid you farewell. Farewell, deelest ickle MD, 
 MD MD MD FW FW FW FW ME ME ME ME. 
 Lele deer ME Lele lele lele sollahs bose.^ 
 
 LETTER LIV.= 
 
 London, Oct. 28, 1712. 
 
 I have been in physic this month, and have been better 
 these three weeks. I stop my physic, by the doctor's orders, 
 till he sends me further directions. DD grows politician, 
 and longs to hear the peace is proclaimed. I hope we shall 
 have it soon, for the Dutch are fully humbled ; and Prior is 
 just come over from France for a few days ; I suppose upon 
 some important affair. I saw him last night, but had no 
 private talk with him. Stocks rise upon his coming. As for 
 my stay in England, it cannot be long now, so tell my 
 friends. The Parliament will not meet till after Christmas, 
 and by that time the work I am doing will be over, and then 
 nothing shall keep me. I am very much discontented at 
 Parvisol, about neglecting to sell my horses, &c. 
 
 ^ All after "farewell " has been scribbled over, and can scarcely be 
 read. 
 
 ■^ The MS. of this letter has been lost. It is here printed from the 
 edition of 1766. See Introduction, p. xii.
 
 390 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct 
 
 Lady Masham is not yet brought to-bed ; but we expect it 
 daily. I dined with her to-day. Lord Bolingbroke returned 
 about two months ago, and Prior about a week ; and goes 
 back (Prior I mean) in a few days. Who told you of 
 my snuff-box and pocket? Did I? I had a letter to-day 
 from Dr Coghill, desiring me to get Raphoe for Dean Sterne, 
 and the deanery for myself. I shall indeed, I have such 
 obligations to Sterne. But however, if I am asked who will 
 make a good bishop, I shall name him before any body. 
 Then comes another letter, desiring I would recommend 
 a Provost,^ supposing that Pratt (who has been here about a 
 week) will certainly be promoted ; but I believe he will not. 
 I presented Pratt to Lord-Treasurer, and truly young Moly- 
 neux would have had me present him too ; but I directly 
 answered him I would not, unless he had business with him. 
 He is the son of one Mr Molyneux of Ireland. His father 
 wrote a book ; ^ I suppose you know it. Here is the Duke 
 of Marlborough going out of England, (Lord knows why,) 
 which causes many speculations. Some say he is conscious 
 of guilt, and dare not stand it. Others think he has a mind 
 to fling an odium on the government, as who should say, that 
 one, who has done such great services to his country, cannot 
 live quietly in it, by reason of the malice of his enemies. I 
 have helped to patch up these people ' together once more. 
 God knows how long it may last. I was to-day at a trial be- 
 tween Lord Lansdown and Lord Carteret, two friends of 
 mine. It was in the Queen's Bench, for about six thousand 
 a-year, (or nine I think.) I sat under Lord Chief Justice 
 Parker, and his pen falling down I reached it up. He made 
 me a low bow ; and I was going to whisper him that / had 
 done good for evil ; for he would have taken mine from me.^ 
 I told it Lord-Treasurer and Bolingbroke. Parker would 
 not have known me, if several lords on the bench, and 
 in the court, bowing, had not turned every body's eyes, and 
 
 ^ Provost of Trinity College, Dublin ; a post then held by Swift's 
 friend, Dr. Pratt. 
 
 ^ "The Case of Ireland's being bound by Acts of Parliament in 
 England Stated" (1698), says Scott. This William Molyneux had 
 written several scientific works, and was Locke's esteemed friend and 
 correspondent. 
 
 ^ Oxford and Bolingbroke. 
 
 * See Journal, p. 299, above.
 
 1712] JOURNAL TO STELLA 39T 
 
 set them a whispering. I owe the dog a spite, and will pay 
 him in two months at farthest, if I can. So much for that. 
 But you must have chat, and I must say every sorry thing 
 that comes into my head. They say the Queen will stay a 
 month longer at Windsor. These devils of Grub Street 
 rogues, that write the Flying Post and Medley in one paper, 
 will not be quiet. They are always mauling Lord-Treasurer, 
 Lord Bolingbroke, and me. We have the dog under prose- 
 cution, but Bolingbroke is not active enough ; but I hope to 
 swinge him. He is a Scotch rogue, one Ridpath.^ They get 
 out upon bail, and write on. We take them again, and get 
 fresh bail ; so it goes round. They say some learned Dutch- 
 man has wrote a book, proving by civil law, that we do them 
 wrong by this peace ; but I shall show, by plain reason, that 
 we have suffered the wrong, and not they. I toil like a horse, 
 and have hundreds of letters still to read : and squeeze a line 
 out of each, or at least the seeds of a line. Strafford goes 
 back to Holland in a day or two, and I hope our peace 
 is very near. I have about thirty pages more to write, (that 
 is, to be extracted,) which will be sixty in print. It is 
 the most troublesome part of all, and I cannot keep myself 
 private, though I stole into a room up two pair of stairs, 
 when I came from Windsor ; but my present man has not 
 yet learned his lesson of denying me discreetly. 
 
 30. The Duchess of Ormond found me out to-day, and 
 made me dine with her. Lady Masham is still expecting. 
 She has had a cruel cold. I could not finish my letter last 
 post for the soul of me. Lord Bolingbroke has had my 
 papers these six weeks, and done nothing to them. Is 
 Tisdall yet in the world ? I propose writing controversies, to 
 get a name with posterity. The Duke of Ormond will not 
 be over these three or four days. I design to make him join 
 with me in settling all right among our people. I have 
 ordered the Duchess to let me have an hour with the Duke 
 at his first coming, to give him a true state of persons and 
 things. I believe the Duke of Shrewsbury will hardly be 
 declared your governor yet ; at least, I think so now ; but 
 resolutions alter very often. The Duke of Hamilton gave me 
 
 ^ This Whig pamphleteer and journalist had the honour of mention 
 in the "Dunciad," bk. i. 1. 208, ii. 149.
 
 392 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Oct. 
 
 a pound of snuff to-day, admirable good. I wish DD had it, 
 and Ppt too, if she likes it. It cost me a quarter of an hour 
 of his politics, which I was forced to hear. Lady Orkney is 
 making me a writing-table of her own contrivance, and a bed 
 nightgown. She is perfectly kind, like a mother. I think 
 the devil was in it the other day, that I should talk to her of 
 an ugly squinting cousin of hers, and the poor lady herself, 
 you know, squints like a dragon. The other day we had a 
 long discourse with her about love ; and she told us a saying 
 of her sister Fitzharding, which I thought excellent, that 
 in men, desire begets love, and in wotnen, love begets desire. 
 We have abundance of our old criers still hereabouts. I 
 hear every morning your women with the old satin and 
 taffata, «S:c., the fellow with old coats, suits or cloaks. Our 
 weather is abominable of late. We have not two tolerable 
 days in twenty. I have lost money again at ombre, with 
 Lord Orkney and others ; yet, after all, this year I have lost 
 but three-and-twenty shillings ; so that, considering card 
 money, I am no loser. 
 
 Our Society hath not yet renewed their meetings. I hope 
 we shall continue to do some good this winter ; and Lord- 
 Treasurer promises the academy for reforming our language 
 shall soon go forward. I must now go hunt those dry letters 
 for materials. You will see something very notable, I hope. 
 So much for that. God Almighty bless you. 
 
 LETTER LV. 
 
 Addressed to " M"^ Dingley." 
 Endorsed : "Nov. 26, just come from 
 
 Portraine. " 
 Also, "The band box plot — D: Hamil- 
 ton's murther." 
 
 London, Nov. 15, 1712. 
 
 Before this comes to your hands, you will have heard 
 of the most terrible accident that hath almost ever happened. 
 This morning at eight, my man brought me word that Duke 
 of Hamilton had fought with Lord Mohun, and killed him, 
 and was brought home wounded. I immediately sent him 
 to the Duke's house, in St James's Square ; but the porter
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 393 
 
 could hardly answer for tears, and a great rabble was about 
 the house. In short, they fought at seven this morning. 
 The dog Mohun was killed on the spot ; and, will [while] the 
 Duke was over him, Mohun shortening his sword, stabbed 
 him in at the shoulder to the heart. The Duke was helped 
 toward the cake-house by the ring in Hyde Park, (where they 
 fought,) and died on the grass, before he could reach the 
 house ; and was brought home in his coach by eight, while 
 the poor Duchess was asleep. Macartney, and one Hamilton, 
 were the seconds, who fought likewise, and are both fled. I 
 am told, that a footman of Lord Mohun's stabbed Duke of 
 Hamilton ; and some say Macartney did so too. Mohun 
 gave the affront, and yet sent the challenge.' I am infinitely 
 concerned for the poor Duke, who was a frank, honest, good- 
 natured man. I loved him very well, and I think he loved 
 me better. He that [had] the greatest mind in the world to 
 have me go with him to France, but durst not tell it me ; 
 and those he did, said I could not be spared, which was true. 
 I'hey have removed the poor Duchess to a lodging in the 
 neighbourhood, where I have been with her two hours, and 
 am just come away. I never saw so melancholy a scene ; 
 for indeed all reasons for real grief belong to her ; nor is it 
 possible for any body to be a greater loser in all regards. 
 She has moved my very soul. The lodging was inconvenient, 
 and they would have removed her to another ; but I would 
 not suffer it, because it had no room backward, and she must 
 have been tortured with the noise of the Grub Street 
 screamers mention[ing] her husband's murder to her 
 ears. 
 
 I believe you have heard the story of my escape, in open- 
 ing the ben-box [band-box] sent to Lord-Treasurer.^ The 
 prints have told a thousand lies of it ; but at last we gave 
 them a true account of it at length, printed in the even- 
 
 ^ The story has never been made quite clear. The materials for 
 judgment lie in the report of Colonel Hamilton's trial in the State 
 Trials. 
 
 ^ This Band -box Plot may have been a hoax, magnified into im- 
 portance by the fears and policy of the Tories. There is no reason to 
 doubt Swift's perfect good faith, and we may assume that loaded pistols, 
 apparently arranged to go off, were found in such a box. But that 
 anything serious was intended it is difficult to conceive. It would have 
 been of no use whatever to the Whigs to assassinate Oxford.
 
 394 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Nov 
 
 ing ; ^ only I "would not suffer them to name me, having 
 been so often named before, and teased to death with ques- 
 tions. I wonder how I came to have so much presence of 
 mind, which is usually not my talent ; but so it pleased God, 
 and I saved myself and him ; for there was a bullet a-piece. 
 A gentleman told me, that if I had been killed, the Whigs 
 would have called it a judgment, because the barrels were of 
 inkhorns, with which I had done them so much mischief. 
 There was a pure Grub Street of it, full of lies and incon- 
 sistencies. I do not like these things at all, and I wish my- 
 self more and more among my willows. There is a devilish 
 spirit among people, and the ministry must exert themselves, 
 or sink. Nite dee sollahs, I'll go seep. 
 
 1 6. I thought to have finished this yesterday; but was 
 too much disturbed. I sent a letter early this morning to 
 Lady Masham, to beg her to write some comforting words 
 to the poor Duchess. I dined to-[day] with Lady Masham 
 at Kensington, where she is expecting these two months to 
 lie in. She has promised me to get the Queen to write to 
 the Duchess kindly on this occasion ; and to morrow I will 
 beg Lord-Treasurer to visit and comfort her. I have been 
 with her two hours again, and find her worse. Her violences 
 not so frequent, but her melancholy more formal and settled. 
 She has abundance of wit and spirit ; about thirty-three 
 years old ; handsome and airy, and seldom spared any body 
 that gave her the least provocation ; by which she had many 
 enemies, and few friends. Lady Orkney, her sister-in-law, 
 is come to town on this occasion, and has been to see her, 
 and behaved herself with great humanity. They have been 
 always very ill together, and the poor Duchess could not 
 have patience when people told her I went often to Lady 
 Orkney's. But I am resolved to make them friends ; for the 
 Duchess is now no more the object of envy, and must learn 
 humility from the severest master, Affliction. I design to 
 make the ministry put out a proclamation (if it can be found 
 proper) against that villain Macartney. What shall we do 
 with these murderers ? I cannot end this letter to-night, and 
 there is no occasion ; for I cannot send it till Tuesday, and 
 the coroner's inquest on the Duke's body is to be to-morrow, 
 
 ^ In the "Evening Post," Nov. 15.
 
 I7I2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 395 
 
 and I shall know no more. But what care oo for all this ? 
 Iss, MD im sorry for poo Pdfr's friends ; and this is a very 
 surprising event. 'Tis late, and I'll go to bed. This looks 
 like journals. Nite. 
 
 17. I was to-day at noon with the Duchess of Hamilton 
 again, after I had been with Lady Orkney, and charged her 
 to be kind to her sister in her affliction. The Duchess told 
 me Lady Orkney had been with her, and that she did not w 
 treat her as gently as she ought. They hate one another, 
 but I will try to patch it up. I have been drawing up a 
 paragraph for the Post-Boy, to be out to-morrow, and as 
 malicious as possible, and very proper for Abel Roper, the 
 printer of it. I dined at Lord-Treasurer's at six in the evening, 
 which is his usual hour returning from Windsor : he promises 
 to visit the Duchess to-morrow, and says he has a message to 
 her from the Queen. Thank God. I have staid till past 
 one with him. So nite deelest MD. 
 
 18. The committee of council is to sit this afternoon upon 
 the affair of Duke of Hamilton's murder, and I hope a pro- 
 clamation will be out against Macartney. I was just now 
 ('tis now noon) with the Duchess, to let her know Lord- 
 Treasurer will see her. She is mightily out of order.^ The 
 jury have not yet brought in their verdict upon the coroner's 
 inquest. We suspect Macartney stabbed the Duke while he 
 was fighting. The Queen and Lord-Treasurer are in great 
 concern at this event. I dine to-day again with Lord- 
 Treasurer; but must send this to the post-office before, 
 because else I shall not have time ; he usually keeps me so 
 late. Ben Tooke bid me write to DD to send her certificate, 
 for it is high time it should be sent, he says. Pray make 
 Parvisol write to me, and send me a general account of my 
 affairs ; and let him know I shall be over in spring, and that 
 by all means he sells the horses. Prior has kissed the Queen's 
 hand, and will return to France in a few days, and Lord 
 Strafford to Holland ; and now the King of Spain has re- 
 nounced his pretensions to France, the peace must follow 
 very soon unavoidably. You must no more call Philip, Duke   
 of Anjou, for we now acknowledge him King of Spain. Dr 
 Pratt tells me, you are all mad in Ireland with your playhouse 
 
 ^ A straight line through this. Hawkesworth substitutes ' ' indisposed."
 
 396 JOURNAL TO STELLA [NoV. 
 
 frolics and prologues, and I know not what. The Bishop of 
 Clogher and his family are well : they have heard from you 
 lately, or you from them, I have forgot which : I dined there 
 t'other day ; but the Bishop came not till after dinner ; and 
 our meat and drink was very so so. Mr Vedeau ^ was with 
 me yesterday, and enquired after you. He was a lieutenant, 
 and is now broke, and upon half-pay. He asked me nothing 
 for himself; but wanted an employment for a friend, who 
 would give a handsome pair of gloves. One Hales sent me 
 up a letter t'other day, which said you lodged in his house, 
 and therefore desired I would get him a civil employment. 
 I would not be within, and have directed my man to give him 
 an answer, that I never open letters brought me by the 
 writers, &c. I was complaining to a lady, that I wanted to 
 mend an employment from forty to sixty pounds a-year, in 
 the salt-office, and thought it hard I could not do it. She 
 told me one Mr Griffin should do it. And afterward I met 
 Griffin at her lodgings ; and he was, as I found, one I had 
 been acquainted with. I named Filby ^ to him, and his abode 
 somewhere near Nantwich. He said frankly, he had formerly 
 examined the man, and found he understood very little of 
 his business ; but if he heard he mended, he would do what 
 I desired. I will let it rest awhile, and then resume it ; and 
 if Ppt writes to Filby, she may advise him to diligence, &c. 
 I told Griffin positively I would have it done, if the man 
 mended. This is an account of poo Ppt's commission to her 
 most humble servant Pdfr. I have a world of writing to finish, 
 and little time ; these toads of ministers are so slow in their 
 helps. This makes me sometimes steal a week from the 
 exactness I used to write to MD. Farewell, dee logues, 
 deelest MD MD MD, ******** mD. 
 Smoke the folding of my letters of late.' 
 
 '■ See p. 82, noie. 
 
 * See p. 388. 
 
 ^ For these shorter letters (XLV.-LVL) Swift folds his folio sheet 
 before writing, and gets a quarto page. Previously he used the folio 
 page.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 397 
 
 LETTER LVI. 
 
 Addressed to "M" Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "Deer l8." 
 
 London, Dec. 12, 1712. 
 
 Here is now a stlange ting; a rettle from MD un- 
 answered: never was before.^ I am slower, and MD is 
 faster : but the last was owing to DD's certificate. Why could 
 it not be sent before, pay now? Is it so hard for DD to 
 prove she is alive? I protest solemnly I am not able to 
 write to MD for other business, but I will resume my journal 
 method next time. I find it is easier, though it contains 
 nothing but where I dine, and the occurrences of the day. 
 I will write now but once in three weeks till this business is 
 off my hands, which must be in six, I think, at farthest. O ! 
 Ppt, I remember your reprimanding me for meddling in 
 other people's affairs : I have enough of it now, with a 
 wannion. Two women have been here six times a-piece ; I 
 never saw them yet. The first I have dispatched with a 
 letter ; the other I must see, and tell her I can do nothing 
 for her : she is wife of one Connor, an old college acquaint- 
 ance, and comes on a foolish errand, for some old preten- 
 sions, that will succeed when I am Lord-Treasurer. I am 
 got [up] two pair of stairs, in a private lodging, and have 
 ordered all my friends not to discover where I am ; yet every 
 morning two or three sots are plaguing me, and my present 
 servant has not yet his lesson perfect of denying me. I have 
 written a hundred and thirty pages in folio, to be printed, 
 and must write thirty more, which will make a large book of 
 four shillings.* I wish I knew an opportunity of sending you 
 some snuff. I will watch who goes to Ireland, and do it if 
 possible. I had a letter from Parvisol, and find he has set 
 my livings very low. Colonel Hamilton, who was second to 
 the Duke of Hamilton, is tried to-day. I suppose he is come 
 off, but have not heard. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, but left 
 him by nine, and visited some people. Lady Betty, is [his] 
 daughter, will be married on Monday next (as I suppose) to 
 
 * Almost obliterated. 
 
 ' " This seems to be his ' History of the Peace of Utrecht,' not pub 
 lished till after his death." (Note in original edition.)
 
 398 JOURNAL TO STELLA [DeC. 
 
 the Marquis of Caermarthen. I did not know your country 
 place had been Portrain, till you told me so in your last. 
 Has Swanton taken it of Wallis ? That Wallis was a grave, 
 wise coxcomb. God be thanked that Ppt is better of her dis- 
 oddles.' God keep her so. The pamphlet of Political Lying 
 is written by Dr Arbuthnot, the author of John Bull ; 'tis very 
 pretty, but not so obvious to be understood. Higgins, first 
 chaplain to the Duke of Hamilton? Why, the Duke of 
 Hamilton never dreamt of a chaplain, nor I believe ever heard 
 of Higgins. You are glorious newsmongers in Ireland — Dean 
 Francis, Sir Richard Levinge, stuff: and Pratt, more stuff. 
 We have lost our fine frost here ; and Abel Roper tells me 
 you have had floods in Dublin ; ho, have you ? Oh ho ! 
 Swanton seized Portraine, now I understand you. Ay, ay, now 
 I see Portraune at the top of your letter. I never minded it 
 before. Now to your second, N. 36. So, you read one of 
 the Grub Streets about the band-box. The Whig papers have 
 abused me about the band-box. God help me, what could I 
 do? I fairly ventured my life. There is a particular account 
 of it in the Post-boy, and Evening Post of that day. Lord- 
 Treasurer has had the seal sent him that sealed the box, and 
 directions where to find the other pistol in a tree in St James's 
 Park, which Lord Bolingbroke's messenger found accordingly; 
 but who sent the present is not yet known. The Duke of 
 Hamilton avoided the quarrel as much as possible, according 
 to the foppish rules of honour in practice. What signified 
 your writing angry to Filby ? I hope you said nothing of 
 hearing any thing from me. Heigh ! do 00 write by tandle- 
 light ! nauti, nauti, nauti, dallar, a hundred times, fol doing 
 so. O, fais, DD, I'll take care of myself ! The Queen is 
 in town, and Lady Masham's month of lying-in is within two 
 days of being out. I was at the christening on Monday. I 
 could not get the child named Robin, after Lord-Treasurer ; 
 it is Samuel, after the father. My brother Ormond sent me 
 some chocolate to-day. I wish you had share of it : they say 
 'tis good for me, and I design to drink some in a morning. 
 Our Society meets next Thursday, now the Queen is in town ; 
 and Lord-Treasurer assures me, that the Society for reforming 
 the language shall soon be established. I have given away 
 
 ^ Disorders.
 
 1712] JOURNAL TO STELLA 399 
 
 ten shillings to-day to servants. What a stir is here about 
 your company and visits I Charming company, no doubt ; 
 now I keep no company, nor have I any desire to keep any. 
 I never go to a coffee-house nor a tavern, nor have touched a 
 card since I left Windsor. I make few visits, nor go to 
 levees ; my only debauching is sitting late where I dine, if I 
 like the company. I have almost dropped the Duchesses of 
 Shrewsbury and Hamilton, and several others. Lord- 
 Treasurer, the Duke of Ormond, and Lady Orkney, are all 
 that I see very often. O yes, and Lady Masham and Lord 
 Bolingbroke, and one or two private friends. I make no 
 figure but at court, where I affect to turn from a lord to the 
 meanest of my acquaintance, and I love to go there on 
 Sundays to see the world. But, to say the truth, I am grow- 
 ing weary of it. I dislike a million of things in the course of 
 public affairs ; and if I were to stay here much longer, I am 
 sure I should ruin myself with endeavouring to mend them. 
 I am every day invited into schemes of doing this, but I can- 
 not find any that will probably succeed. It is impossible to 
 save people against their own will ; and I have been too 
 much engaged in patch-work already. Do you understand 
 all this stuff? No. Well then, you are now returned to 
 ombre and the Dean, and Christmas ; I wish you a very 
 merry one ; and pray don't lose oo money, nor play upon 
 W^att Welch's game. Nite, sollahs, 'tis rate, I'll go to seep ; 
 I don't seep well, and therefore never dare to drink coffee Ol 
 tea after dinner : but I am very seepy in a molning. This is 
 the effect of time and years. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 13. Morn. I am so very seepy in the morning that 
 my man wakens me above ten times ; and now I can tell 
 00 no news of this day. (Here is a restless dog, crying 
 cabbages and savoys, plagues me every morning about this 
 time ; he is now at it. I wish his largest cabbage were 
 sticking in his throat.) I lodge over against the house 
 in Little Rider Street,^ where DD lodged. Don't 00 le- 
 memble, maram ? To-night I must see the Abbe Gautier, 
 to get some particulars for my history. It was he who was 
 first employed by France in the overtures of peace, and I 
 have not had time this month to see him ; he is but a puppy 
 
 ^ Near Bury Street, St. James's. 
 
 ^
 
 400 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 too. Lady Orkney has just sent to invite me to dinner ; she 
 has not given me the bed night-gown ; besides, I am come 
 very much off from writing in bed, though I am doing it this 
 minute ; but I stay till my fire is burnt up. My grate is very 
 large ; two bushels of coals in a week : but I save it in lodg- 
 ings. Lord Abercorn is come to London, and will plague 
 me, and I can do him no service. The Duke of Shrewsbury 
 goes in a day or two for France, perhaps to-day. We shall 
 have a peace very soon; the Dutch are almost entirely 
 agreed, and if they stop we shall make it without them ; that 
 has been long resolved. One Squire Jones, a scoundrel in 
 my parish, has writ to me, to desire I would engage Joe 
 Beaumont to give him his interest for Parliament man for 
 Trim : pray tell Joe this ; and if he designed to vote for him 
 already, then he may tell Jones that I received his letter, and 
 that I writ to Joe to do it. If Joe be engaged for any other, 
 then he may do what he will : and Parvisol may say he 
 spoke to Joe, but Joe's engaged, &c. I received three pair 
 of fine thread stockings from Joe lately. Pray, thank him 
 when you see him ; and that I say they are very fine and 
 gOod._ (I never looked at them yet, but that's no matter.) 
 This is a fine day. I am ruined with coaches and chairs this 
 twelve penny weather. I must see my brother Ormond at 
 eleven, and then the Duchess of Hamilton, with whom I 
 doubt I am in disgrace, jiot having seen her these ten days. 
 I send this to-day, and must finish it now ; and perhaps 
 some people may come and hinder me ; for it is ten o'clock, 
 (but not shaving day ;) and I must be abroad at eleven. 
 Abbe Gautier sends me word I can't see him to-night ; pots 
 cake him ! I don't value any thing but one letter he has of 
 Petecum's,' showing the roguery of the Dutch. Did not the 
 Conduct of the Allies make you great politicians ? Fais, I 
 believe you are not quite so ignorant as I thought you. I 
 am glad to hear oo walked so much in the country. Does 
 DD ever read to you, ung ooman ? O, fais UI shall find 
 strange doings when I tum ole ! ^ Here is somebody coming 
 that I must see that wants a httle place ; the son of cousin 
 Rooke's eldest daughter, that died many years ago. He's 
 here. Farewell, deelest MD MD MD ME ME ME FW 
 FW FW, Lele. 
 
 ' Come home.
 
 1712] JOURNAL TO STELLA 4OI 
 
 LETTER LVII. 
 
 Addressed to " M™ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "Jan. 13." 
 
 London, Dec. 18, 1712. 
 
 Our Society was to meet to-day ; but Lord Harley, who 
 was president this week, could not attend, being gone to 
 Wimbleton [Wimbledon] with his new brother-in-law, the 
 young Marquis of Caermarthen, who married Lady Betty 
 Harley on Monday last ; and Lord-Treasurer is at Wimbleton 
 too. However, half a dozen of us met, and I propose our y 
 meetings should be once a fortnight ; for, between you and 
 me, we do no good. It cost me nineteen shillings to-day 
 for my club at dinner ; I don't like it [fais]. We have terrible 
 snowy slobbery weather. Lord Abercorn is come to town, 
 and will see me, whether I will or no. You know he has a 
 pretence to a dukedom in France, which Duke of Hamilton 
 was soUciting for ; but Abercorn resolves to spoil their title, 
 if they will not allow him a fourth part ; and I have advised 
 the duchess to compound with him, and have made the 
 ministry of my opinion. Night, dee soUahs, MD- 
 
 19. Ay *** zis is sumsing rike^ for Pdfr to write journals 
 again ! 'Tis as natural as mother's milk, now I am got into 
 it. Lord-Treasurer is returned from Wimbleton, ('tis not 
 above eight miles off,) and sent for me to dine with him 
 at five ; but I had the grace to be abroad, and dined with 
 some others, with honest Ben Tooke, by invitation. The 
 Duchess of Ormond promised me her picture, and coming 
 home to night, I found hers and the Duke's both in my 
 chamber. Was not that a pretty civil surprise ? Yes, and 
 they are in fine gilded frames too. I am writing a letter to - 
 thank her ; which I will send to-morrow morning. I'll 
 tell her, she is such a prude, that she will not let so much 
 as her picture be alone in a room with a man, unless the 
 duke's be with it ; and so forth. We are full of snow, and 
 dabbling. Lady Masham has come abroad these three days, 
 
 ^ "This is something like." The previous editions turn it into, 
 "How agreeable it is in a morning." The words in the MS. are 
 scribbled over and one cannot be read. 
 
 II. D D
 
 402 JOURNAL OF STELLA [Dec. 
 
 and seen the Queen. I dined with her t'other other day at her 
 sister Hill's. I hope she will remove in a few days to her 
 new lodgings at St James's from Kensington. Nite, dee 
 logues MD. 
 
 20. I lodge [up] two pair of stairs, have but one room, 
 and deny myself to every body almost, yet I cannot be 
 quiet ; and all my mornings are lost with people, who will 
 not take answers below stairs ; such as Dilly, and the 
 Bishop, and Provost, &c. Lady Orkney invited me to 
 dinner to-day, which hindered me from dining with Lord- 
 Treasurer. This is his day, that his chief friends in the 
 ministry dine with him. However, I went there about six, 
 and sat with them till past nine, when they all went off ; but 
 he kept me back, and told me the circumstances of Lady 
 Betty's match. The young fellow has ;^6o,ooo ready money, 
 three great houses furnished, ;^7ooo a-year at present, and 
 about five more after his father and mother die. I think 
 Lady Betty's portion is not above ;^8ooo. I remember 
 either Tisdall writ to me in somebody's letter, or you did it 
 for him, that I should mention him on occasion to Lord 
 Anglesey, with whom, he said, he had some little acquaint- 
 ance. Lord Anglesey was with me to-night at Lord-Trea- 
 surer's ; and then I asked him about Tisdall,^ and described 
 him. He said, he never saw him, but that he had sent him 
 his book. See what it is to be a puppy. Pray tell Mr 
 Walls, that Lord Anglesey thanked me for recommending 
 Clements to him ; that he says, he is ^^20,000 the better 
 for knowing Clements. But pray don't let Clements go and 
 write a letter of thanks, and tell my lord, that he hears so 
 and so, &c. Why, 'tis but like an Irish understanding to 
 do so. Sad weather ; two shillings in coaches to-day, and 
 yet I am dirty. I am now going to read over something 
 .and correct it. So, nite. 
 
 21. Puppies have got a new way of plaguing me. I find 
 letters directed for me at Lord-Treasurer's, sometimes with 
 enclosed ones to him, and sometimes with projects, and 
 sometimes with libels. I usually keep them three or four 
 days without opening. I was at court to day, as I always 
 am on Sundays, instead of a coffee-house, to see my ac- 
 
 ' The Rev. William Tisdall, Stella's old suitor.
 
 17 12] JOURNAL TO STELLA 403 
 
 quaintance. This day se'ennight, after I had been talking 
 at court with Sir William Wyndham, the Spanish ambassador 
 came to him, and said, he heard that was Dr Swift, and 
 desired him to tell me, that his master, and the King of 
 France, and the Queen, were more obliged to me than any 
 man in Europe ; so we bowed, and shook hands, &c. I 
 took it very well of him. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, and 
 must again to-morrow, though I had rather not, (as DD 
 says ;) but now the Queen is in town, he does not keep me 
 so late. I have not had time to see Fanny Manley since 
 she came ; but intend it one of these days. Her uncle, 
 Jack Manley, I hear, cannot live a month, which will be a 
 great loss to her father in Ireland, for I beUeve he is one of 
 his chief supports. Our peace now will soon be determined ; 
 for Lord Bolingbroke tells me this morning, that four pro- 
 vinces of Holland have complied with the Queen, and we 
 expect the rest will do so immediately. Nite MD. 
 
 22. Lord-Keeper promised me yesterday the first con- 
 venient living to poor Mr Gery,' who is married, and wants 
 some addition to what he has. He is a very worthy 
 creature. I had a letter some weeks ago from Elwick, who 
 married Betty Gery. It seems the poor woman died some 
 time last summer. Elwick grows rich, and purchases lands. 
 I dined with Lord-Treasurer to-day, who has engaged me to 
 come again to-morrow. I gave Lord Bolingbroke a poern 
 of Parnell's.^ I made Parnell insert some compUments in it 
 to his lordship. He is extremely pleased with it, and read 
 some parts of it to-day to Lord-Treasurer, who liked it as 
 much. And indeed he outdoes all our poets here a bar's 
 length. Lord Bolingbroke has ordered me to bring him 
 to dinner on Christmas day, and I made Lord-Treasurer 
 promise to see him ; and it may one day do Parnell a kind- 
 ness. You Know Parnell. I beUeve I have told you of that 
 poem. Nite, deel MD. 
 
 23. This morning I presented one Diaper, a poet, to Lord 
 Bolingbroke, with a new poem,^ which is a very good one ; 
 and I am to give him a sum of money from my lord ; and I 
 have contrived to make a parson of him, for he is half one 
 
 ^ Rector of Litcombe, Berks. 
 
 * " On Queen Anne's Peace." 
 
 * *' Dryades, or the Nymph's Prophecy.
 
 404 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dea 
 
 already, being in deacon's orders, and serves a small cure in 
 the country ; but has a sword at his a — here in town. 'Tis a 
 poor, little, short wretch, but will do best in a gown, and we 
 will make Lord-Keeper give him a living. Lord Boling- 
 broke writ to Lord-Treasurer to excuse me to-day ; so I 
 dined with the former, and Monteleon, the Spanish ambas- 
 sador, who made me many compHments. I staid till nine, 
 and now it is past ten, and my man has locked me up, and 
 I have just called to mind that I shall be in disgrace with 
 Tom Leigh. That coxcomb had got into acquaintance with 
 one Eckershall, clerk of the kitchen to the Queen, who was 
 civil to him at Windsor on my account; for I had done 
 some service to Eckershall. Leigh teases me to pass an 
 evening at his lodgings with Eckershall. I put it off several 
 times, but was forced at last to promise I would come to- 
 night ; and it never was in my head till I was locked up, 
 and I have called and called, but my man is gone to bed ; 
 so I will write an excuse to-morrow. I detest that Tom 
 Leigh, and am as formal to him as I can when I happen to 
 meet him in the Park. The rogue frets me, if he knew it. 
 He asked me, "Why I did not wait on the Bishop of 
 Dromore ? " I answered, " I had not the honour to be 
 acquainted with him, and would not presume," &c. He 
 takes me seriously, and says, "The Bishop is no proud 
 man," &c. He tells me of a judge in Ireland, that has done 
 ill things. I ask, "Why he is not out?" Says he, "I 
 think the bishops, and you, and I, and the rest of the 
 clergy, should meet and consult about it." I beg his pardon, 
 and say, " I cannot be serviceable that way." He answers, 
 "Yes, every body may help something." — Don't you see 
 how curiously he contrives to vex me ; for the dog knows, 
 that with half a word I could do more than all of them 
 together. But he only does it from the pride and envy of 
 his own heart, and not out of a humorous design of teasing. 
 He is one of those that would rather a service should not be 
 done, than done by a private man, and of his own country. 
 You take all this ; don't you ? Nite dee sollahs, I'll go 
 seep a dozey. 
 
 24. I dined to-day with the Chancellor of the Exchequer,* 
 
 ^ Robert Benson.
 
 17 1 2] JOURNAL TO STELLA 405 
 
 in order to look over some of my papers ; but nothing was 
 done. I have been also mediating between the Hamilton 
 family and Lord Abercorn, to have them compound with 
 him ; and I believe they will do it. Lord Selkirk, the late 
 Duke's brother, is to be in town, m order to go to France, to 
 make the demands ; and the ministry are of opinion they 
 will get some satisfaction, and they empowered me to advise 
 the Hamilton side to agree with Abercorn, who asks a fourth 
 part, and will go to France and spoil all if they won't yield it. 
 Nite soUahs. 
 
 25. All melly Titmasses — melly Titmasses — I said it first 
 — I wish it a souzand [times] zoth with halt ' and soul. I 
 carried Parnell to dine at Lord Bolingbroke's, and he behaved 
 himself very well ; and Lord Bolingbroke is mightily pleased 
 with him. I was at St James's Chapel by eight this morning ; 
 and church and sacrament were done by ten. The Queen 
 has the gout in her hand, and did not come to church to- 
 day ; and I staid so long in my chamber, that I missed going 
 to court. Did I tell you, that the Queen designs to have a 
 drawing-room and company every day ? Nite dee logues. 
 
 26. I was to wish the Duke of Ormond a happy Christ- 
 mas, and give half-a-crown to his porter. It will cost me a 
 dozen half-crowns among such fellows. I dined with Lord- 
 Treasurer, who chid me for being absent three days. Mighty 
 kind, with a p — ; less of civiUty, and more of his interest ! 
 We hear Macartney is gone over to Ireland. Was it not 
 comical for a gentleman to be set upon by highwaymen, and 
 to tell them he was Macartney ? Upon which they brought 
 him to a justice of peace, in hopes of the reward, and the 
 rogues were sent to gaol. Was it not great presence of 
 mind ? But may be you heard of this already ; for there 
 was a Grub Street of it. Lord Bolingbroke told me I must 
 walk away to-day when dinner was done, because Lord- 
 Treasurer, and he, and another, were to enter upon busi- 
 ness ; but I said, it was as fit I should know their business 
 as any body, for I was to justify [it].^ So the rest went, and 
 I staid, and it was so important, I was like to sleep over 
 it I left them at nine, and it is now twelve. Nite, MD. 
 
 ' Heart. 
 
 * In the work he was writing on the " History of the Peace of 
 Utrecht."
 
 406 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Dec. 
 
 27. I dined to-day with General Hill, governor of Dun- 
 kirk. Lady Masham and Mrs Hill, his two sisters, were of 
 the company, and there have I been sitting this evening till 
 eleven, looking over others at play ; for I have left off loving 
 play myself J and I think Ppt is now a great gamester. I 
 have a great cold on me, not quite at its height. I have 
 them seldom, and therefore ought to be patient. I met Mr 
 Addison and Pastoral Philips on the Mall to-day, and took 
 a turn with them ; but they both looked terrible dry and 
 cold. A curse of party ! And do you know I have taken 
 more pains to recommend the Whig wits to the favour and 
 mercy of the ministers than any other people. Steele I 
 have kept in his place. Congreve I have got to be used 
 kindly, and secured. Rowe I have recommended, and got a 
 promise of a place. Philips I could certainly have provided 
 for, if he had not run party mad, and made me withdraw my 
 recommendation ; and I set Addison so right at first, that he 
 might have been employed, and have partly secured him the 
 place he has ; yet I am worse used by that faction than any 
 man. Well, go to cards, soUah Ppt, and dress the wine and 
 olange, soUah MD, and I'll go seep. 'Tis rate. Nite MD. 
 
 28. My cold is so bad, that I could not go to church to- 
 day, nor to court ; but I was engaged to Lord Orkney's with 
 the Duke of Ormond, at dinner ; and ventured, because 
 I could cough and spit there as I pleased. The Duke and 
 Lord Arran left us, and I have been sitting ever since with 
 Lord and Lady Orkney till past eleven : and my cold is 
 worse, and makes me giddy. I hope it is only my cold. O, 
 says Ppt, every body is giddy with a cold ; I hope it is no 
 more; but I'll go to bed, for the fellow has bawled past 
 twelve. Night, deals. 
 
 29. I got out early to-day, and escaped all my duns. 
 I went to see Lord Bolingbroke about some business, and 
 truly he was gone out too. I dined in the city upon the 
 broiled leg of a goose and a bit of brawn, with my printer. 
 Did I tell you that I forbear printing what I have in hand, 
 till the court decides something about me ? I will contract 
 no more enemies, at least I will not embitter worse those I 
 have already, till I have got under shelter ; and the ministers 
 know my resolution, so that you may be disappointed in see- 
 ing this thing as soon as you expected. I hear Lord-
 
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 Treasurer is out of order. My cold is very bad. Every 
 [body] has one. Nite two dee logues. 
 
 30. I suppose this will be full by Saturday. Zen it sail 
 go. Duke of Ormond, Lord Arran, and I, dined privately 
 to day at an old servant's house of his. The council made 
 us part at six. One Mrs Ramsay dined with us ; an old 
 lady of about fifty-five, that we are all very fond of. I called 
 this evening at Lord-Treasurer's, and sat with him two hours. 
 He has been cupped for a cold, and has been very ill. He 
 cannot dine with Parnell and me at Lord Bolingbroke's 
 to-morrow ; but says he will see Parnell some other time. I 
 hoise up Parnell partly to spite the envious Irish folks here, 
 particularly Tom Leigh. I saw the Bishop of Clogher's 
 family to-day ; miss is mighty ill of a cold, coughs incessantly. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 31. To-day Parnell and I dined with Lord Bolingbroke, to 
 correct Parnell's poem. I made him show all the places he 
 disliked ; and when Parnell has corrected it fully he shall 
 print it. I went this evening to sit with Lord-Treasurer. 
 He is better, and will be out in a day or two. I sat with 
 him while the young folks went to supper ; and then went 
 down, and there were the young folks merry together, having 
 turned Lady Oxford up to my lord, and I staid with them 
 till twelve. There was the young couple, Lord and Lady 
 Caermarthen, and Lord and Lady Dupplin, and Lord Harley 
 and I ; and the old folks were together above. It looked 
 like what I have formerly done so often ; stealing together 
 from the old folks, though indeed it was not from poor 
 Lord-Treasurer, who is as young a fellow as any of us : but 
 Lady Oxford is a silly mere old woman. My cold is still so 
 bad that I have not the least smelling. I am just got home, 
 and 'tis past twelve ; and I'll go to bed, and settle my head, 
 heavy as lead. Nite MD. 
 
 Jan. I, 171 2-13. A sousand melly new eals^ to deelest 
 richar MD. Pray God Almighty bless you, and send you 
 ever happy ! I forgot to tell you, that yesterday Lord 
 Abercorn was here, teasing me about his French duchy, 
 and suspecting my partiality to the Hamilton family in 
 
 ^ A thousand merry new years. The words are almost obliterated 
 in the MS.
 
 408 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 such a whimsical manner, that Dr Pratt, who was by, 
 thought he was mad. He was no sooner gone, but Lord 
 Orkney sent to know, whether he might come and sit with 
 me half an hour upon some business. I returned answer 
 that I would wait on him ; which I did. We discoursed a 
 while, and he left me with Lady Orkney ; and in came the 
 Earl of Selkirk, whom I had never seen before. He is 
 another brother of Duke of Hamilton, and is going to France, 
 by a power from his mother, the old Duchess, to negotiate 
 their pretensions to the duchy of Chattelleraut.^ He teased 
 me for two hours in spite of my teeth, and held my hand 
 when I offered to stir; would have had me engage the 
 ministry to favour him against Lord Abercorn, and to con- 
 vince them that Lord Abercorn had no pretensions ; and 
 desired I would also convince Lord Abercorn himself so ; 
 and concluded, he was sorry I was a greater friend to Aber- 
 corn than Hamilton. I had no patience, and used him with 
 some plainness. Am not I purely handled between a couple 
 of puppies ? Ay, says Ppt, you must be meddling in other 
 folks' affairs. I appeal to the Bishop of Clogher whether 
 Abercorn did not complain, that I would not let him see me 
 last year, and that he swore he would take no denial from my 
 servant when he came again. The ministers gave me leave 
 to tell the Hamilton family, it was their opinion, that they 
 ought to agree with Abercorn. Lord Anglesey was then by, 
 and told Abercorn ; upon which he gravely tells me, I was 
 commissioned by the ministers, and ought to perform my 
 commission, &c. — But I'll have done with them. I have 
 warned Lord-Treasurer, and Lord Bolingbroke, to beware of 
 Selkirk's teasing, — 'x on him ! Yet Abercorn vexes me more. 
 The whelp owes to me all the kind receptions he has had 
 from the ministry. I dined to-day at Lord-Treasurer's with 
 the young folks, and sat with Lord-Treasurer till nine, and 
 then was forced to Lady Masham's, and sat there till twelve, 
 talking of affairs, till I am out of humour, as every one must 
 that knows them inwardly. A thousand things wrong, most 
 of them easy to mend ; yet our schemes availing at best but 
 little, and sometimes nothing at all. One evil, which I 
 twice patched up with the hazard of all the credit I had, 
 
 1 See p. 357.
 
 17 12-13] JOURNAL TO STELLA 409 
 
 is now spread more than ever.' But burn politics, and send 
 me from courts and ministers ! Nite deelest richar MD. 
 
 2. I sauntered about this morning, and went with Dr Pratt 
 to a picture auction, where I had like to be drawn in to buy a 
 picture that I was fond of, but, it seems, was good for 
 nothing. Pratt was there to buy some pictures for the 
 Bishop of Clogher, who resolves to lay out ten pounds to 
 furnish his house with curious pieces. We dined with the 
 Bishop, I being by chance disengaged. And this evening I 
 sate with the Bishop of Ossory," who is laid up with the 
 gout. The French ambassador, Duke d'Aumont, came to 
 town to-night ; and the rabble conducted him home with 
 shouts. I cannot smell yet, though my cold begins to break. 
 It continues cruel hard frosty weather. Go and be melly, 
 •** sollahs.* 
 
 3. Lord DuppHn and I went with Lord and Lady Orkney 
 this morning at ten to Wimbleton, six miles off, to see Lord 
 and Lady Caermarthen. It is much the finest place about 
 this town. Did 00 never see it ? I was once there before, 
 about five years ago. You know Lady Caermarthen is Lord- 
 Treasurer's daughter, married about three weeks ago. — I 
 hope the young fellow will be a good husband. I must send 
 this away now. I came back just by nightfall, cruel cold 
 weather ; I have no smell yet, but my cold something better. 
 [Nite sollahs ; I'll take my reeve.] I forgot how [MD's 
 accounts are. Pray let me know always timely before MD 
 wants ;] and pray give the bill on t'other side to Mrs Brent as 
 usual. I believe I have not paid her this great while. [Go, 
 play cards. **** Rove Pdfr. Nite MD, FW, ME, Lele.]* 
 
 The six odd shillings, tell Mrs Brent, are for her new 
 year's gift. 
 
 I * am just now told that poor dear Lady Ashburnham, the 
 Duke of Ormond's daughter, died yesterday at her country 
 house. The poor creature was with child. She was my 
 
 ' Doubtless the quarrelling between Oxford and Bolingbroke. 
 
 * Dr. John Harstonge. 
 
 » Partially obliterated after "be." 
 
 * What is here put in brackets has been scribbled over, but can just 
 be read. 
 
 ' On the third page of paper, usually left blank.
 
 410 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 greatest favourite, and I am in excessive concern for her 
 loss. I hardly knew a more valuable person on all accounts. 
 You must have heard me talk of her. I am afraid to see 
 the Duke and Duchess. She was naturally very healthy ; I 
 am afraid she has been thrown away for want of care. Pray 
 condole with me. 'Tis extremely moving. Her lord's a 
 puppy ; and I shall never think it worth my while to be 
 troubled with him, now he has lost all that was valuable in 
 his possession ; yet I think he used her pretty well. I hate 
 life when I think it exposed to such accidents ; and to see 
 so many thousand wretches burdening the earth, while such 
 as her die, makes me think God did never intend life for a 
 blessing. Farewell. 
 
 LETTER LVIII. 
 
 To " Mrs Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "Feb. 4." 
 
 London, Jan. 4, 17 12- 13. 
 
 I ended my last with the melancholy news of poor Lady 
 Ashburnham's death. The Bishop of Clogher and Dr Pratt 
 made me dine with them to-day at Lord Mountjoy's, pur- 
 suant to an engagement, which I had forgot. Lady Mountjoy 
 told me that Macartney was got safe out of our clutches, for 
 she had spoke with one who had a letter from him from 
 Holland. Others say the same thing. 'Tis hard such a 
 dog should escape. — As I left Lord Mountjoy's I saw the 
 Duke d'Aumont, the French ambassador, going from Lord 
 Bolingbroke's, where he dined, to have a private audience of 
 the Queen. I followed, and went up to court, where there 
 was a great crowd. I was talking with the Duke of Argyle 
 by the fireside in the bedchamber, when the ambassador 
 came out from the Queen. Argyle presented me to him, 
 and Lord Bolingbroke, and we talked together a while. He 
 is a fine gentleman, something like the Duke of Ormond, 
 and just such an expensive man. After church to-day, I 
 showed the Bishop of Clogher, at court, who was who. 
 Nite my two deel logues, and ****/ 
 
 ^ The whole sentence is scribbled over. Forster reads the last word 
 as "lastalls," which would mean, rascals.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 4I I 
 
 5. Our frost is broke, but it is bloody cold. Lord- 
 Treasurer is recovered, and went out this evening to the 
 Queen. I dined with Lady Oxford, and then sate with 
 Lord-Treasurer while he went out. He gave me a letter 
 from an unknown hand, relating to Dr Brown, Bishop of 
 Cork, recommending him to a better bishopric, as a person 
 who opposed Lord Wharton, and was made a bishop on that 
 account, celebrating him for a great politician, &c. : in short, 
 all directly contrary to his character, which I made bold to 
 explain. What dogs there are in the world ! I was to see 
 the poor Duke and Duchess of Ormond this morning. The 
 Duke was in his public room, with Mr. Southwell and two 
 more gentlemen. When Southwell and I were alone with 
 him, he talked something of Lord Ashburnham, that he was 
 afraid the Whigs would get him again. He bore up as well 
 as he could, but something falling accidentally in discourse, 
 the tears were just falling out of his eyes, and I looked off to 
 give him an opportunity (which he took) of wiping them 
 with his handkerchief. I never saw any thing so moving, 
 nor such a mixture of greatness of mind, and tenderness, and 
 discretion. Nite MD. 
 
 6. Lord Bolingbroke and Parnell and I, dined, by invita- 
 tion, with my friend Dartineuf, whom you have heard me 
 talk of. Lord Bolingbroke likes Parnell mightily ; and it is 
 pleasant to see, that one, who hardly passed for anything in 
 Ireland, makes his way here with a little friendly forwarding. 
 It is scurvy rainy weather, and I have hardly been abroad 
 to-day, nor know any thing that passes. — Lord-Treasurer is 
 quite recovered, and I hope will be carefuU to keep himself 
 well. The Duchess of Marlborough is leaving England, to 
 go to her Duke, and makes presents of rings to several 
 friends, they say worth two hundred pounds a piece. I am 
 sure she ought to give me one, though the Duke pretended 
 to think me his greatest enemy, and got people to tell me so, 
 and very mildly to let me know how gladly he would have 
 me softened toward him. I bid a lady of his acquaintance 
 and mine let him know, that I had hindered many a bitter 
 thing against him ; not for his own sake, but because I 
 thought it looked base ; and I desired every thing should be 
 left him, except power. Nite MD. 
 
 7. I dined with Lord and Lady Masham to-day, and this
 
 412 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 evening played at ombre with Mrs Vanhomrigh, merely for 
 amusement. The ministers have got my papers, and will 
 neither read them nor give them to me ; and I can hardly 
 do any thing. Very warm slabby weather, but I made a 
 shift to get a walk ; yet 1 lost half of it, by shaking off Lord 
 Rochester,^ who is a good, civil, simple man. The Bishop 
 of Ossory will not be Bishop of Hereford, to the great grief 
 of himself and his wife. And what is MD doing now, I 
 wonder ? Playing at cards * with the Dean and Mrs Walls ? 
 I think it is not certain yet that Macartney is escaped. I 
 am plagued with bad authors, verse and prose, who send me 
 their books and poems, the vilest trash I ever saw; but I 
 have given their names to my man, never to let them see 
 me. I have got weak ink, and it is very white ; and I don't 
 see that it turns black at all.* I'll go to steep; 'tis past 
 twelve. — Nite, MD. 
 
 8. Oo must understand that I am in my geers, and have 
 got a chocolate-pot, a present from Mrs Ashe of Clogher, 
 and some chocolate from my brother Ormond, and I treat 
 folks sometimes. I dined with Lord-Treasurer at five o'clock 
 to-day, and was by while he and Lord Bolingbroke were at 
 business ; for it is fit I should know all that passes now, 
 because, &c. The Duke of Ormond employed me to speak 
 to Lord-Treasurer to-day about an affair, and I did so ; and 
 the Duke had spoke himself two hours before, which vexed 
 me, and I will chide the Duke about it. I'll tell you a good 
 thing ; there is not one of the ministry but what will employ 
 me as gravely to speak for them to Lord-Treasurer, as if I 
 were their brother or his ; and I do it as gravely : though I 
 know they do it only because them will not make themselves 
 uneasy, or had rather I should be denied than they. I 
 believe our peace will not be finished these two months ; for 
 I think we must have a return from Spain by a messenger, 
 who will not go till Sunday next. Lord-Treasurer has in- 
 
 ^ Henry Hyde, son of Laurence, Earl of Rochester. He became 
 Earl of Clarendon in 1723. 
 
 ^ A good deal of this has been partly obliterated, but can be read. 
 
 * The transcriber knows this to his cost. Swift writes from seventy 
 to seventy-five lines on a foolscap page, and gets twenty-eight words 
 on an average into each line. This would be difficult to read even with 
 good ink ; and Swift's ink at this period was wretched.
 
 171 2-13] JOURNAL TO STELLA 415 
 
 vited me to dine with him again to-morrow. Your com- 
 missioner, Keatly/ is to be there. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 9. Dr. Pratt drank chocolate with me this mornmg, and 
 then we walked. I was yesterday with him to see Lady 
 Betty Butler, grieving for her sister Ashburnham. The jade 
 was in bed in form, and she did so cant, she made me sick. 
 I meet Tom Leigh every day in the Park, to preserve his 
 health. He is as ruddy as a rose, and tells me his Bishop 
 of Dromore * recovers very much. That Bishop has been 
 very near dying. This day's Examiner talks of the play of 
 What is it like ? and you will think it to be mine, and be 
 bit ; for I have no hand in these papers at all. I dined with 
 Lord-Treasurer, and shall again to-morrow, which is his day 
 when all the ministers dine with him. He calls it whipping- 
 day. It is always on Saturday, and we do indeed usually 
 rally him about his faults on that day. I was of the original 
 club, when only poor Lord Rivers, Lord-Keeper, and Lord 
 Bolingbroke came ; but now Ormond, Anglesey, Lord- 
 Steward, Dartmouth, and other rabble intrude, and I scold 
 at it ; but now they pretend as good a title as I ; and, 
 indeed, many Saturdays I am not there. The company 
 being too many, I don't love it. Nite MD. 
 
 10. At seven this evening, as we sat after dinner at Lord- 
 Treasurer's, a servant said Lord Peterborow was at the door. 
 Lord-Treasurer and Lord Bolingbroke went out to meet him, 
 and brought him in. He was just returned from abroad, 
 where he has been above a year. Soon as he saw me, he 
 left the Duke of Ormond and other lords, and ran and 
 kissed me before he spoke to them ; but chid me terribly 
 for not writing to him, which I never did this last time he 
 was abroad, not knowing where he was ; and he changed 
 places so often, it was impossible a letter should overtake 
 him. He left England with a bruise, by his coach over- 
 turning that made him spit blood, and was so ill, we ex- 
 pected every post to hear of his death ; but he outrode it or 
 outdrank it, or something, and is come home lustier than 
 ever. He is at least sixty, and has more spirits than any 
 young fellow I know in England. He has got the old Ox- 
 
 ^ Thomas Keightley, one of the Commissioners of the Great Seal. 
 • Dr. Tobias PuUen.
 
 414 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 ford regiment of horse, and I believe will have a garter. I 
 love the hang-dog dearly. Nite dee MD. 
 
 11. The court was crammed to-day, to say [see] the 
 French ambassador; but he did not come. Did I never 
 lell you, that I go to court on Sundays as to a coffee-house, 
 to see acquaintance, whom I should otherwise not see twice 
 a-year ? The Provost ^ and I dined with Ned Southwell, by 
 appointment, in order to settle your kingdom, if my scheme 
 can be followed ; but I doubt our ministry will be too 
 tedious. You must certainly have a new Parliament ; but 
 they would have that a secret yet. Our Parliament here will 
 be prorogued for three weeks. Those puppies the Dutch 
 will not yet come in, though they pretend to submit to the 
 Queen in every thing ; but they would fain try first how our 
 session begins, in hopes to embroil us in the House of 
 Lords : and if my advice had been taken, the session should 
 have begun, and we would have trusted the Parliament to 
 approve the steps already made toward the peace, and had 
 an address perhaps from them to conclude without the 
 Dutch, if they would not agree. — Others are of my mind, 
 but it is not reckoned so safe, it seems ; yet I doubt whether 
 the peace will be ready so soon as three weeks, but that is a 
 secret. Nite MD. 
 
 12. Pratt and I walked into the city to one Bateman's, a 
 famous bookseller, for old books. There I laid out four 
 pounds like a fool, and we dined at a hedge ale-house, for 
 
 "^ two shillings and twopence, like emperors. Let me see, I 
 bought Plutarch, two volumes, for thirty shillings, &c. [Well, 
 I'll tell you no] more ; [oo don't understand Greek.] ^ We 
 have no news, and I have nothing more to say to-day, and I 
 can't finish my work. These ministers will not find time to 
 do what I would have them. So nite, own deer dallars. 
 
 13. I was to have dined to-day with Lord-Keeper, but 
 would not, because that brute Sir John Walter ^ was to be 
 one of the company. You may remember he railed at me 
 
 J last summer was twelvemonth at Windsor, and has never 
 
 * Dr. Pratt. 
 
 " The words in brackets have been scribbled over in the MS. In 
 this part of the Journal, it may be added, nearly all the words of fare- 
 well are regularly obliterated. 
 
 ' See p. 255 above, where he is called Walters.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 415 
 
 begged my pardon, though he promised to do it ; and Lord 
 Mansel, who was one of the company, would certainly have 
 set us together by the ears, out of pure roguish mischief. So 
 I dined with Lord-Treasurer, where there was none but Lord 
 Bolingbroke. I stayed till eight, and then went to Lady 
 Orkney's, who has been sick, and sat with her till twelve, 
 from whence you may consider it is late, sollahs. The 
 Parliament was prorogued to-day, as I told you, for three 
 weeks. Our weather is very bad, and slobbery, and I shall 
 spoil my new hat, (I have bought a new hat,) or empty my 
 pockets. Does Hawkshaw pay the interest he owes ? Lord 
 Abercorn plagues me to death. I have now not above six 
 people to provide for, and about as many to do good offices 
 to ; and thrice as many that I will do nothing for ; nor can 
 I if I would. Nite deer MD. 
 
 14. To-day I took the circle of morning visits. I went to 
 the Duchess of Ormond, and there was she, and Lady Betty, 
 and Lord Ashburnham together : this was the first time the 
 mother and daughter saw each other since Lady Ashburn- 
 ham's death. They were both in tears, and I chid them for 
 being together, and made Lady Betty go to her own cham- 
 ber ; then sat a while with the Duchess, and went after Lady 
 Betty, and all was well. There is something of farce in all 
 these mournings, let them be ever so serious. People will 
 pretend to grieve more than they really do, and that takes 
 off from their true grief. I then went to the Duchess of 
 Hamilton, who never grieved, but raged, and stormed, and 
 railed. She is pretty quiet now, but has a diabolical temper. 
 Lord- Keeper and his son, and their two ladies, and I, dined 
 to-day with Mr Caesar, Treasurer of the Navy, at his house in 
 the city, where he keeps his office. We happened to talk of 
 Brutus, and I said something in his praise, when it struck 
 me immediately that I had made a blunder in doing so; 
 and, therefore, I recollected myself, and said, Mr Caesar, I 
 beg your pardon. So we laughed, &c. Nite, my own 
 deelest richar logues, MD. 
 
 15. I forgot to tell you, that last night I had a present 
 sent me (I found it, when I came home, in my chamber) of 
 the finest wild-fowl I ever saw, with the vilest letter, and 
 from the vilest poet in the world, who sent it me as a bribe 
 to get him an employment. I knew not where the scoundrel
 
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 lived, so I could not send them back ; and, therefore, I gave 
 them away as freely as I got them, and have ordered my 
 man never to let up the poet when he comes. The rogue 
 should have kept the wings at least for his muse. One of 
 his fowls was a large capon pheasant, as fat as a pullet. I 
 ate share of it to-day with a friend. We have now a drawing- 
 room every Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday, at one 
 o'clock. The Queen does not come out; but all her 
 ministers, foreigners, and persons of quality, are at it. I was 
 there to-day ; and as Lord-Treasurer came towards me, I 
 avoided him, and he hunted me thrice about the room. I 
 affect never to take notice of him at church or court He 
 knows it, for I have told him so ; and to-night, at Lord 
 Masham's, he gave an account of it to the company ; but 
 my reasons are, that people seeing me speak to him causes a 
 great deal of teasing. I tell you what comes into my head, 
 that I never knew whether MD were Whigs or Tories, and I 
 value our conversation the more that it never turned on that 
 subject. I have a [fancy that Ppt] is a Tory, and a violent 
 one. I don't know why ; but methinks she looks like one, 
 and DD a sort of a Trimmer. Am I right? I gave the 
 Examiner a hint about this prorogation, and to praise the 
 Queen for her tenderness to the Dutch in giving them still 
 more time to submit. It fitted the occasions at present. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 1 6. I was busy to-day at the Secretary's ofifice, and staid 
 till past three. The Duke of Ormond and I were to dine at 
 Lord Orkney's. The Duke was at the committee, so I 
 thought all was safe. When I went there, they had almost 
 dined ; for the Duke had sent to excuse himself, which I 
 never knew. I came home at seven, and began a little whim, 
 which just came into my head ; and will make a threepenny 
 pamphlet. It shall be finished and out in a week ; and if it 
 succeeds, you shall know what it is ; otherwise, not. I can- 
 not send this to-morrow, and will put it off till next Satur- 
 day, because I have much business. So my journals shall 
 be short, and Ppt must have patience. So nite, dee 
 sollahs. 
 
 17. This rogue Parnell has not yet corrected his poem, 
 and I would fain have it out. I dined to-day with Lord- 
 Treasurer, and his Saturday company, nine of us in alL
 
 1712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 417 
 
 They went away at seven, and Lord-Treasurer and I sat 
 talking an hour after. After dinner he was talking to the 
 lords about the speech the Queen must make when the 
 Parliament meets. He asked me how I would make it ? I 
 was going to be serious, because it was seriously put ; but I 
 turned it to a jest. And because they had been speaking of 
 the Duchess of Marlborough going to Flanders after the 
 Duke, I said, the speech should begin thus : — My Lords and 
 Gentlemen, In order to my own quiet, and that of my sub- 
 jects, I have thought fit to send the Duchess of Marlborough 
 abroad after the Duke. This took well, and turned off the 
 discourse. I must tell you, I do not at all like the present 
 situation of affairs, and remember I tell you so. Things 
 must be on another foot, or we are all undone. I hate this 
 driving always to an inch. Nite MD. 
 
 18. We had a mighty full court to-day. Dilly was with 
 me at the French church, and edified mightily. Duke of 
 Ormond and I dined at Lord Orkney's ; but I left them at 
 seven, and came home to my whim. I have made a great 
 progress. My large Treatise ^ stands stock still. Some think 
 it too dangerous to publish, and would have me print only 
 what relates to the peace. I cannot tell what I shall do. 
 The Bishop of Dromore is dying. — They thought yesterday 
 he could not live two hours : yet he is still alive, but is utterly 
 past all hopes. Go to cards, sollahs, and nite MD. 
 
 19. I was this morning to see the Duke and Duchess of 
 Ormond. The Duke d'Aumont came in while I was with 
 the Duke of Ormond, and we complimented each other like 
 dragons. A poor fellow called at the door where I lodge, 
 with a parcel of oranges for a present for me. I bid my man 
 learn what his name was, and whence it came. He sent word 
 his name was Bun, and that I knew him very well. I bid 
 my man tell him I was busy, and he could not speak to me ; 
 and not to let him leave his oranges. I know no more of it, 
 but I am sure I never heard the name, and I shall take no 
 such presents from strangers. Perhaps he might be only 
 some beggar, who wanted a little money. Perhaps it might 
 be something worse. Let them keep their poison for their 
 rats. I don't love it That blot '^ is a blunder. Nite dee MD. 
 
 1 Probably "The History of the Peace of Utrecht," 
 * A line carefully erased. 
 U. £ £
 
 41 8 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 20. A committee of our Society dined to-day with the 
 Chancellor of the Exchequer. Our Society does not meet 
 now as usual, for which I am blamed : but till Lord-Treasurer 
 will agree to give us money and employments to bestow, I am 
 averse to it ; and he gives us nothing but promises. Bishop 
 of Dromore is still alive, and that is all. We expect every 
 day he will die, and then Tom Leigh must go back, which is 
 one good thing to the town. I believe Pratt will drive at one 
 of these bishoprics. Our English bishopric ^ is not yet dis- 
 posed of. I believe the peace will not be ready by the 
 session. Nite MD. 
 
 21. I was to-day with my printer, to give him a little 
 pamphlet I have written, but not politics. It will be out by 
 Monday. If it succeeds, I will tell you of it ; otherwise, not. 
 We had a prodigious thaw to-day, as bad as rain ; yet I 
 walked like a good boy all the way. The Bishop of Dromore 
 still draws breath, but cannot live two days longer. My large 
 book lies flat. Some people think a great part of it ought 
 not to be now printed. I believe I told you so before. This 
 letter shall not go till Saturday, which makes up the three 
 weeks exactly; and I allow MD six weeks, which are now 
 almost out ; so 00 must know I expect a rettle vely soon, and 
 that MD is vely werr;^ and so nite, dee MD. 
 
 22. This is one of our court days, and I was there. I told 
 you there is a drawing-room, Wednesday, Thursday, and 
 Saturday. The Hamiltons and Abercorns have done teasing 
 me. The latter, I hear, is actually going to France. Lord- 
 Treasurer quarrelled with me at court, for being four days 
 without dining with him ; so I dined there to-day, and he 
 has at last fallen in with my project (as he calls it) of coining 
 halfpence and farthings, with devices, like medals, in honour 
 of the Queen, every year changing the device. I wish it 
 may be done. Nite MD. 
 
 23. Duke of Ormond and I appointed to dine with Ned 
 Southwell to-day, to talk of settling your affairs of Parliament 
 in Ireland, but there was a mixture of company, and the 
 Duke of Ormond was in haste, and nothing was done. If 
 your Parliament meets this summer, it must be a new one ; 
 but I find some are of opinion there should be none at all 
 
 '*■ Hereford * Very well.
 
 1712-13] JOURNAL TO STELLA 419 
 
 these two years. I will trouble myself no more about it. 
 ]My design was to serve the Duke of Ormond. Dr Pratt and 
 I sat this evening with the Bishop of Clogher, and played at 
 ombre for threepences. That I suppose is but low with you. 
 I found, at coming home, a letter from MD, N. 37. I shall 
 not answer it zis bout, but will the next. I am sory for poo 
 Ppt. Pray walk hen [when] 00 can. I have got a terrible 
 new cold before my old one was quite gone, and don't know 
 how. ***** ^ I shall have DD's money soon from the Ex- 
 chequer. The Bishop of Dromore is dead now at last. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 24. I was at court to-day, and it was comical to see Lord 
 Abercorn bowing to me, but not speaking, and Lord Selkirk 
 the same. I dined with Lord-Treasurer and his Saturday 
 club, and sat with him two hours after the rest were gone, 
 and spoke freer to him of affairs than I am afraid others do, 
 who might do more good. All his friends repine, and shrug 
 their shoulders ; but will not deal with him so freely as they 
 ought. It is an odd business ; the Parliament just going to 
 sit, and no emplo)ments given. They say they will give them 
 in a few days. There is a new bishop made of Hereford ; ^ 
 so Ossory is disappointed. I hinted so to his friends two 
 months ago, to make him leave off deluding himself, and 
 being indiscreet, as he was. I have just time to send this, 
 without giving to the bellman. Nite deelest richar MD. 
 *** dee MD MD MD FW FW FW ME ME ME Lele 
 Lele Lele. 
 
 My second cold is better now. Lele lele lele lele. 
 
 LETTER LIX. 
 
 To "M"^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: " Feb-- 26." 
 
 London, Jan. 25, 1712-1713. 
 
 We had such a terrible storm to-day, that, going to Lord 
 Bolingbroke's, I saw a hundred tiles fallen down ; and one 
 sv»'inger fell about forty yards before me, that would have 
 
 ^ Forster professes to read "Pay can 00 walk oftener — oftener still?" 
 But this is the work of pure fancy. 
 
 * Dr. Bisse, translated from St. David's.
 
 420 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 killed a horse : so, after church and court, I walked through 
 the Park, and took a chair to Lord-Treasurer's. Next door 
 to his house, a tin chimney-top had fallen down, with a 
 hundred bricks. It is grown calm this evening. I wonder 
 had you such a wind to-day ? I hate it as much as any hog 
 does. Lord-Treasurer has engaged me to dine again with 
 him to-morrow. He has those tricks sometimes of inviting 
 me from day to day, which I am forced to break through. 
 My little pamphlet ^ is out : 'tis not politics. If it takes, 
 I say again you shall hear of it. Nite dee logues. 
 
 26. This morning I felt a little touch of giddiness, which 
 has disordered and weakened me with its ugly remains all 
 this day. Pity Pdfr. After dinner at Lord-Treasurer's, the 
 French ambassador, Duke d'Aumont, sent Lord-Treasurer 
 word, that his house was burnt down to the ground. It took 
 fire in the upper rooms, while he was at dinner with Monte- 
 leon, the Spanish ambassador, and other persons ; and 
 soon after Lord Bolingbroke came to us with the same 
 story. We are full of speculations upon it, but I believe 
 it was the carelessness of his French rascally servants. 
 *Tis odd that this very day Lord Somers, Wharton, Sunder- 
 land, Halifax, and the whole club of Whig lords, dined 
 at Pontack's in the city, as I received private notice. They 
 have some damned design. I tell you another odd thing ; 
 I was observing it to Lord-Treasurer, that he was stabbed 
 on the day King William died ; and the day I saved his 
 life, by opening the band-box, was King William's birth- 
 day. My friend Mr Lewis ^ has had a lie spread on him by 
 the mistake of a man, who went to another of his name, 
 to give him thanks for passing his privy seal to come from 
 France. That other Lewis spread about, that the man 
 brought him thanks from Lord Perth and Lord Melfort, 
 (two lords with the Pretender,) for his great services, &c. 
 The lords will examine that t'other Lewis to-morrow in 
 council; and I believe you will hear of it in the prints, 
 for I will make Abel Roper give a relation of it. Pray tell 
 me if it be necessary to write a little plainer ; for I looked 
 
 * " Mr. Collins's Discourse of Freethinking ; put into plain English 
 by way of Abstract, for the use of the Poor." See p. 416 above. 
 
 * He was now Secretary to the Lord-Treasurer.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 42I 
 
 over a bit of my last letter, and could hardly read it. I'll 
 mend my hand, if 00 please : but you are more used to it 
 nor I, as Mr Raymond says. Nite MD. 
 
 27. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer: this makes four 
 days together ; and he has invited me again to-morrow, but 
 I absolutely refused him. I was this evening at a christening 
 with him of Lord Dupplin's daughter. He went away at 
 ten ; but they kept me and some others till past twelve ; so 
 you may be sure 'tis late, as they say. We have now stronger 
 suspicions that the Duke d'Aumont's house was set on fire 
 by malice. I was to-day to see Lord-Keeper, who has quite 
 lost his voice with a cold. There Dr Ratcliffe told me, that 
 it was the ambassador's confectioner set the house on fire by 
 boiling sugar, and going down and letting it boil over. Yet 
 others still think differently ; so I know not what to judge. 
 Nite my own deelest MD, rove Pdfr. 
 
 28. I was to-day at court, where the Spanish ambassador 
 talked to me as if he did not suspect any design in burning 
 d'Aumont's house : but Abbe Gautier, secretary for France 
 here, said quite otherwise ; and that d'Aumont had a letter 
 the very same day, to let him know his house should be 
 burnt, and they tell several other circumstances too tedious to 
 write. One is, that a fellow mending the tiles just when the 
 fire broke out, saw a pot with wildfire in the room. I dined 
 with Lord Orkney. Neither Lord Abercorn nor Selkirk will 
 now speak with me. I have disobliged both sides. Nite 
 dear MD. 
 
 29. Our Society met to-day, fourteen of us, and at a 
 tavern. We now resolve to meet but once a fortnight, and 
 have a committee every other week of six or seven, to con- 
 sult about doing some good. I proposed another message 
 to Lord-Treasurer by three principal members, to give a 
 hundred guineas to a certain person, and they are to urge 
 it as well as they can. We also raised sixty guineas upon 
 our own society ; but I made them do it by sessors,^ and I was 
 one of them, and we fitted our tax to the several estates. 
 The Duke of Ormond pays ten guineas, and I the third part 
 of a guinea ; at that rate, they may tax as often as they please. 
 Well, but I must answer oor rettle, ung oomens : not yet j 
 it is rate now, and I can't tind it. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 ^ Assessors.
 
 422 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Jan. 
 
 30. I have drank Spa waters this two or three days; 
 but they do not pass, and make me very giddy. I a'n't 
 well ; faith, I'll take them no more. I sauntered after 
 church with the Provost to-day, to see a library to be sold, 
 and dined at five with Lord Orkney. We still think there 
 was malice in burning d'Aumont's house. I hear little 
 Harrison is come over ; it was he I sent to Utrecht. He 
 is now Queen's secretary to the embassy, and has brought 
 with him the Barrier Treaty, as it is now corrected by us, 
 and yielded to by the Dutch, which was the greatest difficulty 
 to retard the peace. I hope he will bring over the peace a 
 month hence, for we will send him back as soon as possible. 
 I long to see the little brat, my own creature. His pay is in 
 all a thousand pounds a-year, and they have never paid him 
 a groat, though I have teased their hearts out. He must be 
 three or four hundred pounds in debt at least, the brat ! 
 Let me go to bed, sollahs. — Nite dee richar MD. 
 
 31. Harrison was with me this morning; we talked three 
 hours, and then I carried him to court. When we went 
 down to the door of my lodging, I found a coach waited for 
 him. I chid him for it ; but he whispered me it was impos- 
 sible to do otherwise ; and in the coach he told me he had 
 not one farthing in his pocket to pay it ; and therefore took 
 the coach for the whole day, and intended to borrow money 
 somewhere or other. So there was the Queen's minister 
 intrusted in affairs of the greatest importance, without a 
 shilling in his pocket to pay a coach ! I paid him while he 
 was with me seven guineas, in part of a dozen of shirts he 
 bought me in Holland. I presented him to the Duke of 
 Ormond, and several lords at court ; and I contrived it so, 
 that Lord-Treasurer came to me, and asked (I had Parnell by 
 me) whether that was Dr Parnell, and came up and spoke 
 to him with great kindness, and invited him to his house. 
 I Value myself upon making the ministry desire to be ac- 
 quainted with Parnell, and not Parnell with the ministry. 
 His poem is almost fully corrected, and shall soon be out. 
 Here's enough for to-day : only to tell you, that I was in the 
 city with my printer to alter an Examiner about my friend 
 Lewis's story, which will be told with remarks. Nite MD. 
 
 Sunday, February i. I could do nothing till to-day about 
 the Examiner, but the printer came this morning, and I
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 423 
 
 dictated to him what was fit to be said, and then Mr Lewis 
 came, and corrected it as he would have it ; so I was neither 
 at church nor court. The Duke of Ormond and I dined at 
 Lord Orkney's. I left them at seven, and sat with Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine, who has a very bad sore leg, for which 
 he designs to go to France. Pox. Here is a week gone, anc 
 one side of this letter not finished. O, but I will write now 
 but once in three weeks. — Iss, fais, this shall go sooner. 
 The Parliament is to sit on the third, but will adjourn for 
 three or four days ; for the Queen is laid up with the gout, 
 and both Speakers out of order, though one of them, the 
 Lord-Keeper, is almost well. I spoke to the Duke of 
 Ormond a good deal about Ireland. We do not altogether 
 agree, nor am I judge enough of Irish affairs ; but I will 
 speak to Lord-Treasurer to-morrow, that we three may settle 
 them some way or other. Nite sollahs both, rove Pdfr. 
 
 2. I had a letter some days ago from Moll Gery ; ^ her 
 name is now Wigmore, and her husband has turned parson. 
 She desires nothing, but that I would get Lord-Keeper to 
 give him a living ; but I will send her no answer, though she 
 desires it much. She still makes mantuas at Farnham. It 
 rained all this day, and Dilly came to me, and was coaching 
 it into the city ; so I went with him for a shaking, because it 
 would not cost me a farthing. There I met my friend 
 Stratford," the merchant, who is going abroad to gather up 
 his debts, and be clear in the world. He begged that I 
 would dine with some merchant friends of ours there, 
 because it was the last time I should see him : so I did, and 
 thought to have seen Lord-Treasurer in the evening, but he 
 happened to go out at five ; so I visited some friends, and 
 came home. And now I have the greatest part of your letter 
 to answer; and yet I will not do it to-night, say what 00 
 please. The Parliament meets to-morrow, but will be pro- 
 rogued for a fortnight ; which disappointment will, I believe, 
 vex abundance of them, though they are not Whigs ; for 
 they are forced to be in' town at expence for nothing : but 
 we want an answer from Spain, before we are sure of every 
 thing being right for the peace ; and God knows whether we 
 can have that answer this month. It is a most ticklish juncture 
 
 * See p. 403, note. ^ See p. 9.
 
 424 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 of affairs ; we are always driving to an inch : I am weary of 
 it. Nite MD. 
 
 3. The Parhament met, and was prorogued, as I said, and 
 I found some cloudy faces, and heard some grumbling. We 
 have got over all our difficulties with France, I think. They 
 have now settled all the articles of commerce between us 
 and them, wherein they were very much disposed to play 
 the rogue if we had not held them to ; and this business we 
 wait from Spain is to prevent some other rogueries of the 
 French, who are finding an evasion to trade to the Spanish 
 West Indies : but I hope we shall prevent it. I dined with 
 Lord-Treasurer, and he was in good humour enough. I 
 gave him that part of my book in manuscript to read where 
 his character was, and drawn pretty freely. He was reading 
 and correcting it with his pencil, when the Bishop of St 
 David's ^ (now removing to Hereford) came in an inter- 
 rupted us. I left him at eight, and sat till twelve with 
 the Provost and Bishop of Clogher at the Provost's. Nite 
 MD. 
 
 4. I was to-day at court, but kept out of Lord- 
 Treasurer's way, because I was engaged to the Duke of 
 Ormond, where I dined, and, I think, eat and drank too 
 much. I sat this evening with Lady Masham, and then with 
 Lord Masham and Lord-Treasurer at Lord Masham's. It 
 was last year, you may remember, my constant evening place. 
 I saw Lady Jersey with Lady Masham, who has been laying 
 out for my acquaintance, and has forced a promise for me to 
 drink chocolate with her in a day or two, which I know not 
 whether I shall perform, (I have just mended my pen, you 
 see,) for I do not much like her character; but she is very 
 malicious, and therefore I think I must keep fair with her. 
 I cannot send this letter till Saturday next, I find ; so I will 
 answer oors now. I see no different days of the month ; yet 
 it is dated January 3. So it was long a coming. I did not 
 write to Dr Coghill that I would have nothing in Ireland ; 
 but that I was soliciting nothing any where, and that is true. 
 I have named Dr Sterne ^ to Lord-Treasurer, Lord Boling- 
 broke, and the Duke of Ormond, for a bishopric, and I did 
 
 ^ Dr. Bisse. 
 
 » Dean of St. Patrick's.
 
 I712-13] JOURNAL TO STELLA 425 
 
 it heartily. I know not what will come of it ; but I tell you 
 as a great secret, that I have made the Duke of Ormond 
 promise me to recommend nobody till he tells me, and this 
 for some reasons too long to mention. My head is still in 
 no good order. I am heartily sorry for poo Ppt, I'm sure. 
 Her head is good for ****. I'll answer more to-moUow. 
 Nite, dearest MD. Nite two dee SoUahs. Nite MD.^ 
 
 5. [6.] I must go on with 00 letter. I dined to-day with 
 Sir Andrew Fountaine and the Provost, and I played at 
 ombre with him all the afternoon. I won, yet Sir Andrew is 
 an admirable player. Lord Pembroke came in, and I gave 
 him three or four scurvy Dilly puns, that begin with an if. 
 Well, but oor letter, well, ret me see. — No ; I believe I shall 
 write no more this good while, nor pubhsh what I have done. 
 **** - I did not suspect 00 would tell Filby.^ Oo are so 
 ****.* Turns and visitations — what are these ? I'll preach 
 and visit as much for Mr. Walls. Pray God mend people's 
 health ; mine is but very indifferent. I have left off Spa 
 water ; it makes my leg swell. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 6. [7.] This is the Queen's birth-day, and I never saw it 
 celebrated with so much luxury and fine clothes. I went to 
 court to see them, and I dined with Lord-Keeper, where the 
 ladies were fine to admiration. I passed the evening at Mrs 
 Vanhomrigh's, and came home pretty early, to answer 00 
 rettle again. Pray God keep the Queen. She was very ill 
 about ten days ago, and had the gout in her stomach. When 
 I came from Lord-Keeper's, I called at Lord-Treasurer's, 
 because I heard he was very fine, and that was a new thing ; 
 and it was true, for his coat and waistcoat were embroidered. 
 I have seen the Provost often since, and never spoke to him 
 to speak to the Temples about Daniel Carr, nor will ; I 
 don't care to do it. I have writ lately to Parvisol. Oo did 
 well to let him make up his accounts. All things grow dear 
 in Ireland, but corn to the parsons ; for my livings are fallen 
 much this year by Parvisol's account. Nite dee logues, 
 MD. 
 
 ^ Much of this has been scribbled over, and is hardly readable. 
 ' Forster reads with some probability, " Nauty Ppt 00 are \ely 
 tempegant." 
 
 ^ Stella's brother-in-law. See p. 396. 
 
 * Forster professes to read, " Oo are so 'recise ; not to oor health."
 
 426 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 7. [8.] I was at court to-day, but saw no birth-day clothes ; 
 the great folks never wear them above once or twice. I 
 dined with Lord Orkney, and sat the evening with Sir 
 Andrew Fountaine, whose leg is in a very dubious condition. 
 Pray let me know when DD's money is near due : always let 
 me know it beforehand. This, I believe, will hardly go till 
 Saturday ; for I tell you what, being not very well, I dare 
 not study much : so I let company come in a morning, and 
 the afternoon pass in dining and sitting somewhere. Lord- 
 Treasurer is angry, if I don't dine with him every second 
 day, and I cannot part with him till late : he kept me last 
 night till near twelve. Our weather is constant rain above 
 these two months, which hinders walking, so that our spring 
 is not like yours. I have not seen Fanny Manley yet ; I 
 cannot find time. I am in rebellion with all my acquain- 
 tance, but I will mend with my health and the weather. 
 
 Clogher make a figure ! Clogher make a . Colds ! 
 
 why we have been all dying with colds ; but now they 
 are a little over, and my second is almost off. I can do 
 nothing for Swanton indeed. It is a thing impossible, 
 and wholly out of my way. If he buys, he must buy. So 
 now I have answered 00 rettle ; and there's an end of that 
 now ; and I'll say no more, but bid 00 nite, 00 dee logues, 
 MD. 
 
 8. [9.] It was terrible rainy to-day from morning till night. 
 I intended to have dined with Lord-Treasurer, but went to 
 see Sir Andrew Fountaine, and he kept me to dinner, which 
 saved coach-hire ; and I staid with him all the afternoon, 
 and lost thirteen shillings and sixpence at ombre. There 
 was management ! and Lord-Treasurer will chide ; but I'll 
 dine with him to-morrow. The Bishop of Clogher's daughter 
 has been ill some days, and it proves the small-pox. She is 
 very full ; but it comes out well, and they apprehend no 
 danger. Lady Orkney has given me her picture; a very 
 fine original of Sir Godfrey Kneller's ; it is now a mending. 
 He has favoured her squint admirably ; and you know I 
 love a cast in the eye. I was to see Lady Worsley to-day, 
 who is just come to town ; she is full of rheumatic pains. 
 All my acquaintance grow old and sickly. She lodges in 
 the very house in King Street, between St James's Street 
 and St James's Square, where DD's brother bought the sweet-
 
 I712-I3J JOURNAL TO STELLA 427 
 
 bread, when I lodged there, and MD came to see me. Short 
 **** 1 Nite MD. 
 
 9. [10.] I thought to have dined with Lord-Treasurer 
 to-day, but he dined abroad at Tom Harley's ; so I dined at 
 Lord Masham's, and was winning all I had lost playing with 
 Lady Masham at crown piquet, when we went to pools, and 
 I lost it again. Lord-Treasurer came in to us, and chid me 
 for not following him to Tom Harley's. Miss Ashe is still the 
 same, and they think her not in danger ; my man calls there 
 daily after I am gone out, and tells me at night. I was this 
 morning to see Lady Jersey, and we have made twenty 
 parties about dining together, and I shall hardly keep one of 
 them. She is reduced after all her greatness to seven 
 servants, and a small house, and no coach. I like her 
 tolerably as yet. Nite MD. 
 
 10. [11.] I made visits this morning to the Duke and 
 Duchess of Ormond, and Lady Betty, and the Duchess of 
 Hamilton. (When I was writing this near twelve o'clock, the 
 Duchess of Hamilton sent to have me dine with her to-morrow. 
 I am forced to give my answer through the door, for my man 
 has got the key, and is gone to-bed ; but I cannot obey her, 
 for our Society meets to-morrow.) I stole away from Lord- 
 Treasurer by eight, and intended to have passed the evening 
 with Sir Thomas Clarges and his lady ; but met them in 
 another place, and have there sate till now. My head has 
 not been ill to-day. I was at court, and made Lord Mansel 
 walk with me in the Park before we went to dinner. — Yes- 
 terday and to day have been fair, but yet it rained all last 
 night. I saw Sterne'^ staring at court to-day. He has been 
 often to see me, he says : but my man has not yet let him 
 up. He is in deep mourning ; I hope it is not for his wife. 
 I did not ask him. Nite MD. 
 
 12. I have reckoned days wrong all this while ; for this is 
 the twelfth. I do not know when I lost it. I dined to-day 
 with our Society, the greatest dinner I have ever seen. It 
 was at Jack Hill's, the governor of Dunkirk. I gave an 
 account of sixty guineas I had collected, and am to give 
 them away to two authors to-morrow ; and Lord-Treasurer 
 
 ' The word is obliterated, but Forster, ever eager for romance, reads 
 "sighs." 
 * Enoch Sterne.
 
 428 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 has promised us a hundred pounds to reward some others. 
 I found a letter on my table last night, to tell me, that poor 
 little Harrison, the Queen's secretary, that came lately from 
 Utrecht with the Barrier Treaty, was ill, and desired to see 
 me at night ; but it was late, and I could not go till to-day. 
 I have often mentioned him in my letters, you may re- 
 member.**** I went in the morning, and found him 
 mighty ill, and got thirty guineas for him from Lord Boling- 
 broke, and an order for a hundred pounds from the Treasury 
 to be paid him to-morrow ; and I have got him removed to 
 Knightsbridge for air. He has a fever and inflammation on 
 his lungs ; but I hope will do well. Nite MD. 
 
 13. I was to see a poor poet, one Mr Diaper, in a nasty 
 garret, very sick. I gave him twenty guineas from Lord 
 Bolingbroke, and disposed the other sixty to two other 
 authors, and desired a friend to receive the hundred pounds 
 for poor Harrison, and will carry it to him to-morrow 
 morning. I sent to see how he did, and he is extremely ill ; 
 and I very much afflicted for him, for he is my own 
 creature, and in a very honourable post, and very worthy of 
 it. I dined in the city. I am much concerned for this 
 poor lad. His mother and sister attend him, and he wants 
 nothing. Nite dee MD. 
 
 14. I took Parnell this morning, and we walked to see 
 poor Harrison. I had the hundred pounds in my pocket. 
 I told Parnell I was afraid to knock at the door ; my mind 
 misgave me. I knocked, and his man in tears told me his 
 master was dead an hour before. Think what grief this is 
 to me ! I went to his mother, and have been ordering 
 things for his funeral with as little cost as possible, to- 
 morrow at ten at night. Lord-Treasurer was much con- 
 cerned when I told him. I could not dine with Lord- 
 Treasurer, nor any where else ; but got a bit of meat toward 
 evening. No loss ever grieved me so much : poor creature ! 
 Fray God Almighty bless poor MD. Adieu. 
 
 I send this away to-night, and am sorry it must go while 
 I am in so much grief.
 
 1712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 429 
 
 LETTER LX. 
 
 Addressed to " M"^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "Mar. 7." 
 
 London, Feb. 15 [1712-13]. 
 
 I dined to-day with Mr Rowe ' and a projector, who has 
 
 been teasing me with twenty schemes to get grants ; and I 
 
 don't Hke one of them ; and, besides, I was out of humour 
 
 for the loss of poor Harrison. At ten this night I was at 
 
 his funeral, which I ordered to be as private as possible. 
 
 We had but one coach with four of us ; and when it was 
 
 carrying us home after the funeral, the braces broke ; and 
 
 we were forced to sit in it, and have it held up, till my man 
 
 went for chairs, at eleven at night in terrible rain. I am 
 
 come home very melancholy, and will go to bed. Nite 
 ********** '^lY) 
 
 16. I dined to-day with Lord Dupplin and some company 
 to divert me ; but left them early, and have been reading a 
 foolish book for amusement. I shall never have courage 
 again to care for making any body's fortune. The Parlia- 
 ment meets to-morrow, and will be prorogued another fort- 
 night, at which several of both parties were angry ; but it 
 cannot be helped, though every thing about the peace is 
 past all danger. I never saw such a continuance of rainy 
 weather. We have not had two fair days together these ten 
 weeks. I have not dined with Lord-Treasurerer these four 
 days, nor can I till Saturday ; for I have several engage- 
 ments till then, and he will chide me to some purpose. I 
 am perplexed with this hundred pounds of poor Harrison's, 
 what to do with it. I cannot pay his relations till they 
 administer, for he is much in debt ; but I will have the staff 
 in my own hands, and venture nothing. Nite ********. 
 
 17. Lady Jersey and I dined by appointment to-day with 
 Lord Bolingbroke. He is sending his brother to succeed 
 Mr Harrison. It is the prettiest post in Europe for a young 
 gentleman. I lost my money at ombre sadly ; I make a 
 thousand blunders. I play putt [but] threepenny ombre; 
 
 ' Nicholas Rowe, the dramatic j^oet.
 
 430 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 but it is what you call running ombre. Lady Clarges, and a 
 drab I hate, won a dozen shillings of me last night. The 
 parliament was prorogued to-day ; and people grumble ; and 
 the good of it is the peace cannot be finished by the time 
 they meet, there are so many fiddling things to do. Is Ppt 
 an ombre lady yet ? You know all the tricks of it now, I 
 suppose. I reckon you have all your cards from France, 
 for ours pay sixpence a pack taxes, which goes deep to the 
 box. I have given away all my Spa water, and take some 
 nasty steel drops, and my head has been better this week 
 past. I send every day to see how Miss Ashe does : she is 
 very full, they say, but in no danger. I fear she will lose 
 some of her beauty. The son lies out of the house. I wish 
 he had them too, while he is so young. — Nite MD. 
 
 1 8. The Earl of Abingdon' has been teasing me these 
 three months to dine with him ; and this day was appointed 
 about a week ago, and I named my company ; Lord Stawell,^ 
 Colonel Disney, and Dr. Arbuthnot ; but the two last 
 slipped out their necks, and left Stawell and me to dine 
 there. We did not dine till seven, because it is Ash Wed- 
 nesday. We had nothing but fish, which Lord Stawell could 
 not eat, and got a broiled leg of a turkey. Our wine was 
 poison ; yet the puppy has twelve thousand pound a year. 
 His carps were raw, and his candles tallow. I [He] shall 
 not catch me in haste again, and every body has laughed at 
 me for dining with him. I was to-day to let Harrison's 
 mother know I could not pay till she administers ; which 
 she will do. I believe she is an old bitch, and her daughter 
 
 a . There were more Whigs to-day at court than 
 
 Tories. I believe they think the peace must be made, and 
 so come to please the Queen. She is still lame with the 
 gout. Nite MD. 
 
 19. I was at court to-day, to speak to Lord Bolingbroke 
 to look over Parnell's poem since it is corrected ; and 
 Parnell and I dined with him, and he has shown him three 
 or four more places to alter a little. Lady Bolingbroke 
 came down to us while we were at dinner, and Parnell stared 
 at her as if she were a goddess. I thought she was like 
 
 ^ Montagu, second Earl of Abingdon, a strong Tory. He died in 
 
 1745- 
 * William, third Lord Stawell.
 
 171 2- 1 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 43* 
 
 Parnell's wife, and he thought so too. Parnell is much 
 pleased with Lord Bolingbroke's favour to him, and I hope 
 it may one day turn to his advantage. His poem will be 
 printed in a few days. Our weather continues as fresh 
 raining as if it had not rained at all. I sat to-night at Lady 
 Masham's, where Lord-Treasurer came and scolded me for 
 not dining with him. I told him, I could not till Saturday. 
 I have staid there till past twelve. So ********. 
 
 20. Lady Jersey, Lady Catherine Hyde,^ the Spanish am- 
 bassador, the Duke d'Atree [d'Estrees],^ another Spaniard, 
 and I, dined to-day by appointment with Lord Bolingbroke ; 
 but they fell a drinking so many Spanish healths in champagne, 
 that I stole away to the ladies, and drank tea till eight ; and 
 then went and lost my money at ombre with Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine, who has a very bad leg. Miss Ashe is past all 
 danger ; and her eye, which was lately bad, (I suppose one 
 effect of her distemper,) is now better. I do not let the 
 Bishop see me, nor shall this good while. Good-lack ! when 
 I came home, I warrant, I found a letter from MD ; 
 No. 38 ; and 00 write so small now-a-days, I hope oor poor 
 eyes are better. Well, this shall go to-morrow se'ennight, 
 with a bill for ME. I will speak to Mr Griffin to-morrow, 
 about Ppt's brother Filby, and desire, whether he deserves 
 or no, that his employment may be mended, that is to say, 
 if I see Griffin ; otherwise not ; and I'll answer oor rettle hen 
 I Pdfr think fit. Nite MD. 
 
 21. Methinks I writ a little saucy last night. I mean the 
 last ^ ****** I saw Griffin at court. He says he knows 
 nothing of a salt-work at Recton ; but that he will give Filby 
 a better employment, and desires Filby will write to him. 
 If I knew how to write to Filby, I would ; but pray do you. 
 Bid him make no mention of you ; but only let Mr Griffin 
 know, " that he has the honour to be recommended by 
 Dr. Swift, &c. ; that he will endeavour to deserve, &c. ; and 
 if you dictated a whole letter for him, it would be better ; I 
 hope he can write and spell well. I'll inquire for a direction 
 to Griffin before I finish this. I dined with Lord-Treasurer 
 
 ^ Afterwards Duchess of Queensberry. 
 
 - Victor Marie, due d'Estrees, marshal of France, who died in 1727. 
 ' The words that follow are obliterated. Forster imagined he could 
 read, "the last word, God 'give me "
 
 432 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 and seven lords to-day. You know Saturday is his great 
 day. I sat with them alone till eight, and then came home, 
 and have been writing a letter to Mrs Davis, at York. She 
 took care to have a letter delivered for me at Lord- 
 Treasurer's ; for I would not own one she sent by post. 
 She reproaches me for not writing to her these four years ; 
 and I have honestly told her, it was my way never to write 
 to those whom I am never likely to see, unless I can serve 
 them, which I cannot her, &c. Davis the schoolmaster's 
 widow. Nite MD. 
 
 22. I dined to-day at Lord Orkney's, with the Duke of 
 Ormond and Sir Thomas Hanmer.^ Have you ever heard 
 of the latter ? He married the Duchess of Grafton in his 
 youth, (she dined with us too.) He is the most considerable 
 man in the House of Commons. He went last spring to 
 Flanders, with the Duke of Ormond; from thence to 
 France, and was going to Italy ; but the ministry sent for 
 him, and he has been come over about ten days. He is 
 much out of humour with things : he thinks the peace is 
 kept off too long ; and is full of fears and doubts. It is 
 thought he is designed for Secretary of State, instead of 
 Lord Dartmouth. We have been acquainted these two 
 years ; and I intend, in a day or two, to have an hour's talk 
 with him on affairs. I saw the Bishop of Clogher at court ; 
 Miss is recovering. I know not how much she will be 
 marked. The Queen is slowly mending of her gout, and 
 intends to be brought in a chair to Parliament when it 
 meets, which will be March 3 ; for I suppose they will pro- 
 rogue no more ; yet the peace will not be signed then, and 
 we apprehend the Tories themselves will many of them be 
 discontented. Nite dee MD. 
 
 23. It was ill weather to-day, and I dined with Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine, and in the evening played at ombre with him and 
 the Provost, and won twenty-five shillings; so I have re- 
 covered myself pretty well. Dilly has been dunning me to 
 see Fanny Manley ; but I have not yet been able to do it. 
 Miss Ashe is now quite out of danger ; and hope will not be 
 much marked. I cannot tell how to direct to Griffin ; and 
 think he lives in Bury Street, near St James's Street, hard by 
 
 * See p. 54, note 3, above.
 
 17 1 2- 1 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 433 
 
 me ; but I suppose your brother may direct to him to the 
 Salt-Office, and, as I remember, he knows his Christian 
 name, because he sent it me in the list of the commissioners. 
 Nite dee MD. 
 
 24. I walked this morning to Chelsea, to see Dr Atter- 
 bury, Dean of Christchurch. I had business with him about 
 entering Mr Fitz-Maurice, my Lord Kerry's son, into his 
 college; and Lady Kerry is a great favourite of mine. 
 Lord Harley, Lord Dupplin, young Bromley the Speaker's 
 son, and I, dined with Dr Stratford and some other clergy- 
 men ; but I left them at seven, to go to Lady Jersey, to see 
 Monteleon the Spanish ambassador play at ombre. Lady 
 Jersey was abroad, and I chid the servants, and made a 
 rattle ; but since I came home, she sent me a message, that 
 I was mistaken, and that the meeting is to be to-morrow. I 
 have a worse memory than when I left you, and every day 
 forget appointments ; but here my memory was by chance 
 too good. But I'll go to-morrow ; for Lady Catherine Hyde 
 and Lady Bolingbroke are to be there by appointment, and 
 I listed [? lifted] up my periwig, and all, to make a figure. 
 Well, who can help it ? Not I, vow to Heaven !^ Nite MD. 
 
 25. Lord-Treasurer met me last night at Lord Masham's, 
 and thanked me for my company in a jeer, because I had 
 not dined with him in three days. He chides me if I stay 
 away but two days together. What will this come to ? 
 Nothing. My grandmother used to say, " More of your lining, 
 And less of your dining." However, I dined with him, and 
 could hardly leave him at eight, to go to Lady Jersey's, where 
 five or six foreign ministers were, and as many ladies. Monte- 
 leon played like the English, and cried gacco, and knocked 
 his knuckles for trump, and played at small games like Ppt. 
 Lady Jersey whispered me to stay, and sup with the ladies 
 when the fellows were gone ; but they played till eleven, and 
 I would not stay. I think this letter must go on Saturday ; 
 that's certain ; and it is not half full yet. Lady Catherine 
 Hyde had a mighty mind I should be acquainted with Lady 
 Dalkeith, her sister, the Duke of Monmouth's eldest son's 
 widow, who was of the company to-night ; but I did not 
 like her ; she paints too much. Nite MD. 
 
 ^ These last eight words have been almost obliterated, and the read- 
 ing is very conjectural. 
 
 II. F F
 
 434 JOURNAL TO STELLA [Feb. 
 
 26. This day our Society met at the Duke of Ormond's; 
 but I had business that called me another way ; so I sent my 
 excuses, and dined privately with a friend. Besides, Sir 
 Thomas Hanmer whispered me last night at Lady Jersey's, 
 that I must attend Lord-Treasurer and Duke of Ormond at 
 supper, at his house to-night ; which I did at eleven, and 
 staid till one, so 00 may be sure 'tis late enough. There 
 was the Duchess of Grafton, and the Duke her son ; nine of 
 us in all. Duke of Ormond chid me for not being at the 
 Society to-day, and said sixteen were there. I said I never 
 knew sixteen people good company in my life ; no, fais, 
 nor eight either. We have no news in this town at all. 
 I wonder why I don't write you news. I know less of what 
 passes than any body, because I go to no coffee-house, nor 
 see any but ministers, and such people ; and ministers never 
 talk politics in conservation. The Whigs are forming great 
 schemes against the meeting of Parliament, which will be 
 next Tuesday, I still think, without fail; and we hope to 
 hear by then that the peace is ready to sign. The Queen's 
 gout mends daily. Nite MD. 
 
 27. I passed a very insipid day, and dined privately with 
 a friend in the neighbourhood. Did I tell you that I have a 
 very fine picture of Lady Orkney,^ an original, by Sir Godfrey 
 Kneller, three quarters length ? I have it now at home, 
 with a fine frame. Lord Bolingbroke and Lady Masham 
 have promised to sit for me ; but I despair of Lord- 
 Treasurer ; only I hope he will give me a copy, and then I 
 shall have all the pictures of those I really love here ; just 
 half a dozen ; only I '11 make Lord-Keeper give me his print 
 in a frame. This letter must go to-morrow, because of send- 
 ing ME a bill ; else it should not till next week, I assure 00. 
 I have little to do now with my pen ; for my grand business 
 stops till they are more pressing, and till something or other 
 happens ; and I believe I shall return with disgust to finish 
 it, it is so very laborious. Sir Thomas Hanmer has my 
 papers now. And hat [what] is MD doing now ? Oh, at 
 ombre with the Dean, always on Friday night, with Mrs 
 Walls. Pray don't play at small games. I stood by, the 
 other night, while the Duke d'Atree [d'Etr^es] lost six times 
 
 ^ See p. 383, note.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 435 
 
 with manilio, basto, and three small trumps ; and Lady 
 Jersey won above twenty pounds. Nite dee *** MD. 
 
 28. I was at Court to-day, when the Abbe Gautier 
 whispered me, that a courier was just come with an account 
 that the French king had consented to all the Queen's 
 demands, and his consent was carried to Utrecht, and the 
 peace will be signed in a few days. I suppose the general 
 peace cannot be so soon ready ; but that is no matter. The 
 news presently ran about the court. I saw the Queen 
 carried out in her chair, to take the air in the garden. I 
 met Griffin at court, and he told me that orders were sent to 
 examine Filby ; and, if he be fit, to make him (I think he 
 called it) an assistant ; I don't know what, supervisor, I 
 think ; but it is some employment a good deal better than 
 his own. The Parliament will have another short proroga- 
 tion, though it is not known yet. I dined with Lord- 
 Treasurer and his Saturday company, and left him at eight 
 to put this in the post-office time enough. And now I must 
 bid 00 farewell, deelest richar Ppt. God bless 00 ever, and 
 rove Pdfr. Farewell MD MD MD FW FW FW FW ME 
 ME ME Lele Lele. 
 
 LETTER LXI. 
 
 Addressed to " M"^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : " Mar. 27." 
 
 London, March i, 1712-13. 
 
 'T is out of my head whether I answered all your 
 letter in my last yesterday or no. I think I was in haste, 
 and could not : but now I see I answered a good deal of it ; 
 no, only about your brother, and ME's bill. I dined with 
 Lady Orkney, and we talked politics till eleven at night ; 
 and, as usual, found every thing wrong, and put ourselves 
 out of humour. Yes, I have Lady Giffard's picture sent me 
 by your mother. It is boxed up at a place where my other 
 things are. I have goods in two or three places ; and when 
 I leave a lodging, I box up the books I get, (for I always 
 get some,) and come naked into a new lodging ; and so on. 
 Talk not to me of deaneries ; I know less of that than ever 
 by much. Nite MD.
 
 436 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 2. I went to-day into the city to see Pat Rolt/ who lodges 
 with a city cousin, a daughter of coz. Cleve ; (you are much 
 the wiser.) I had never been at her house before. My he- 
 coz Thompson the butcher is dead, or dying. I^ dined 
 with my printer, and walked home, and went to sit with 
 Lady Clarges. I found four of them at whist ; Lady Godol- 
 phin was one. I sat by her, and talked of her cards, etc. but 
 she would not give me one look, nor say a word to me. She 
 refused some time ago to be acquainted with me. You 
 know she is Lord Marlborough's eldest daughter. She is a 
 fool for her pains, and I'll pull her down. What can I do 
 for Dr Smith's daughter's husband? I have no personal 
 credit with any of the commissioners. I '11 speak to Keatley ^ ; 
 but I believe it will signify nothing. In the customs people 
 must rise by degrees, and he must at first take what is very 
 low, if he be qualified for that. Ppt mistakes me ; I am not 
 angry at your recommending any one to me, provided you 
 will take my answer. Some things are in my way, and then 
 I serve those I can. But people will not distinguish, but 
 take things ill, when I have no power ; but Ppt is wiser. And 
 employments in general are very hard to be got. Nite MD. 
 
 3. I dined to-day with Lord-Treasurer, who chid me for 
 my absence, which was only from Saturday last. The 
 Parliament was again prorogued for a week, and I suppose 
 the peace will be ready by then, and the Queen will be able 
 to be brought to the house, and make her speech. I saw 
 Dr Griffith two or three months ago, at a Latin play at 
 Westminster ; but did not speak to him. I hope he will not 
 die ; I should be sorry for Ppt's sake ; he is very tender of 
 her. I have long lost all my colds, and the weather mends 
 a little. I take some steel drops, and my head is pretty 
 well. I walk when I can, but am grown very idle ; and, not 
 finishing my thing, I gamble abroad and play at ombre. I 
 shall be more careful in my physic than Mrs Price : 'tis not 
 a farthing matter her death, I think ; and so I say no more 
 to-night, but will read a dull book, and go sleep. Nite dee 
 MD. 
 
 4. Mr Ford has been this half year inviting me to dine at 
 his lodgings : so I did to-day, and brought the Provost and 
 
 * See p. 9, note. ' See p. 413.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 437 
 
 Dr. Parnell with me, and my friend Lewis was there. 
 Parnell went away, and the other three played at ombre, and 
 I looked on ; which I love, and would not play. Tisdall is 
 a pretty fellow, as you say ; and when I come back to 
 Ireland with nothing, he will condole with me with abund- 
 ance of secret pleasure. I believe I told you what he wrote 
 to me, " That I have saved England, and he Ireland ; " but 
 I can bear that. I have learned to hear and see, and say 
 nothing. I was to see the Duchess of Hamilton to-day, and 
 met Blith of Ireland just going out of her house into his 
 coach. I asked her how she came to receive young fellows. 
 It seems he had a ball in the Duke of Hamilton's house 
 when the Duke died ; and the Duchess got an advertisement 
 put in the Postboy, reflecting on the ball, because the Marl- 
 borough daughters were there ; and Blith came to beg the 
 Duchess's pardon, and clear himself. He's a sad dog. 
 Nite poo dee deelest MD. 
 
 5. Lady Masham has miscarried ; but is well almost again. 
 I have many visits to-day. I met Blith at the Duke of 
 Ormond's ; and he begged me to carry him to the Duchess 
 of Hamilton, to beg her pardon again. I did on purpose to 
 see how the blunderbuss behaved himself ; but I begged the 
 Duchess to use him mercifully, for she is the devil of a teazer. 
 The good of it is, she ought to beg his pardon, for he meant 
 no harm ; yet she would not allow him to put in an advertise- 
 ment to clear himself from hers, though hers was all a lie. 
 He appealed to me, and I gravely gave it against him. I 
 was at court to-day, and the foreign ministers have got a 
 trick of employing me to speak for them to Lord- 
 Treasurer and Lord Bolingbroke ; which I do when the 
 case is reasonable. The College need not fear ; I will not be 
 their governor. I dined with Sir Thomas Hanmer and his 
 Duchess. The Duke of Ormond was there, but we parted 
 soon, and I went to visit Lord Pembroke for the first time ; 
 but it was to see some curious books. Lord Cholmondeley 
 came in ; but I would not talk to him, though he made 
 many advances. I hate the scoundrel for all he is your 
 Griffith's friend. — Yes, yes, I am abused enough, if that be 
 all. Nite dee MD. 
 
 6. I was to-day at an auction of pictures with Pratt, ^ and 
 
 ' Dr. Pratt, Provost of Trinity College.
 
 438 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 laid out two pound five shillings for a picture of Titian, and 
 if it were a Titian it would be worth twice as many pounds. 
 If I am cheated, I'll part with it to Lord Masham : if it be a 
 bargain, I'll keep it to myself. That's my conscience. But 
 I made Pratt buy several pictures for Lord Masham. Pratt 
 is a great virtuoso that way. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, 
 but made him go to court at eight. I always tease him to be 
 gone. I thought to have made Parnell dine with him, but 
 he was ill ; his head is out of order like mine, but more con- 
 stant, poor boy ! — I was at Lord-Treasurer's levee with the 
 Provost, to ask a book for the college. — I never go to his 
 levee, unless to present somebody. For all oor rallying, 
 saucy Ppt, as hope saved, I expected they would have 
 decided about me long ago ; and as hope saved, as soon 
 as ever things are given away and I not provided for, I will 
 be gone with the very first opportunity, and put up bag and 
 baggage. But people are slower than can be thought. Nite 
 MD. 
 
 7. Yes, I hope Leigh will soon be gone, a p — on him ! I 
 met him once, and he talked gravely to me of not seeing the 
 Irish bishops here, and the Irish gentlemen ; but I believe 
 my answers fretted him enough. I would not dine with 
 Lord-Treasurer to-day, though it was Saturday, (for he has 
 engaged me for to-morrow ;) but went and dine[d] with Lord 
 Masham, and played at ombre, sixpenny running ombre, for 
 three hours. There were three voles against me, and I was 
 once a great loser, but came off for three shillings and six- 
 pence. One may easily lose five guineas at it. Lady Orkney 
 is gone out of town to-day, and I could not see her for lazi- 
 ness, but writ to her. She has left me some physic. Fais, 
 I never knew MD's politics before, and I think it pretty 
 extraordinary, and a great compliment to you, and I believe 
 never three people conversed so much with so little politics. 
 I avoid all conversation with the other party ; it is not to be 
 borne, and I am sorry for it. O yes, things [are] very dear. 
 DD must come in at last with her two eggs a penny. There 
 the proverb was well applied. Parvisol has sent me a bill of 
 fifty pounds, as I ordered him, which, I hope, will serve me, 
 and bring me over. Pray God MD does not be delayed for
 
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 it ; but I have had very little from him this long time. I 
 was not at court to-day ; a wonder ! Nite sollahs * * * * 
 Pdfr. 
 
 8. Oo must know, I give chocolate almost every day 
 to two or three people that I suffer to come to see me in a 
 morning. My man begins to lie pretty well. 'Tis nothing 
 for people to be denied ten times. My man knows all I will 
 see, and denies me to every body else. This is the day of 
 the Queen's coming to the crown, and the day Lord-Trea- 
 surer was stabbed by Guiscard. I was at court, where every 
 body had their birth-day clothes on, and I dined with Lord- 
 Treasurer, who was very fine. He showed me some of the 
 Queen's speech, which I corrected in several places, and 
 penned the vote of address of thanks for the speech ; but I 
 was of opinion the House should not sit on Tuesday next, 
 unless they hear the peace is signed ; that is, provided they 
 are sure it will be signed the week after, and so have one 
 scolding for all. Nite MD. 
 
 9. Lord-Treasurer would have had me dine with him 
 to-day ; he desired me last night, but I refused, because he 
 would not keep the day of his stabbing with all the cabinet, 
 as he intended : so I dined with my friend Lewis ; and the 
 Provost and Parnell, and Ford, was with us. I lost sixteen 
 shillings at ombre ; I don't like it, as &c. At night Lewis 
 brought us word, that the Parliament does not sit to-morrow, 
 I hope they are sure of the peace by next week, and then they 
 are right in my opinion : otherwise I think they have done 
 wrong, and might have sat three weeks ago. People will 
 grumble ; but Lord-Treasurer cares not a rush. Lord-Keeper 
 is suddenly taken ill of a quinsy, and some lords are commis- 
 sioned, I think Lord-Treasurer, to prorogue the Parliament in 
 his stead. You never saw a town so full of ferment and ex- 
 pectation. Mr. Pope has published a fine poem, called 
 Windsor Forest. Read it. Nite MD. 
 
 10. I was early this morning to see Lord Bolingbroke. I 
 find he was of opinion the Parliament should sit ; and says, 
 they are not sure the peace will be signed next week. The 
 prorogation is to this day se'night. I went to look on a 
 library I am going to buy, if we can agree. I have offered a 
 hundred and twenty pounds, and will give ten more. Lord 
 Bolingbroke will lend me the money. I was two hours poring
 
 440 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 over the books. I will sell some of them, and keep the rest ; 
 but I doubt they won't take the money. I dined in the city, 
 and sate an hour in the evening with Lord-Treasurer, who 
 was in very good humour ; but reproached me for not dining 
 with him yesterday and to-day. What will all this come to ? 
 Lord-Keeper had a pretty good night, and is better. I was 
 in pain for him. How do oo do soUahs? ****** MD. 
 
 11. I was this morning to visit the Duke and Duchess of 
 Ormond, and the Duchess of Hamilton, and went with the 
 Provost to an auction of pictures, and laid out fourteen 
 shillings. I am in for it, if I had money ; but I doubt I shall 
 be undone ; for Sir Andrew Fountaine invited the Provost 
 and me to dine with him, and play at ombre, when I fairly 
 lost fourteen shillings. Fais, it won't do ; and I shall be 
 out of conceit with play this good while. I am come home ; 
 and it is late, and my puppy let out my fire, and I am gone 
 to bed and writing there, and it is past twelve a good while. 
 Went out four matadores and a trump in black, and was 
 beasted. Vely bad, fais ! Nite my deelest logues. 
 
 12. I was at another auction of pictures to-day, and a 
 great auction it was. I made Lord Masham lay out forty 
 pounds. There were pictures sold of twice as much value 
 a-piece. Our Society met to-day at the Duke of Beaufort's : 
 a prodigious fine dinner, which I hate ; but we did some 
 business. Our printer was to attend us, as usual ; and the 
 Chancellor of the Exchequer sent the author of the Examiner ' 
 twenty guineas. He is an ingenious fellow, but the most 
 confounded vain coxcomb in the world, so that I dare not let 
 him see me, nor am acquainted with him. I had much dis- 
 course with the Duke of Ormond this morning, and am 
 driving some points to secure us all in case of accidents,' &c. 
 I left the Society at seven. I_ can't drink now at all with any 
 pleasure. I love white Portugal wine better than claret, 
 champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite. I 
 remember Ppt used to maunder, when I came from a great 
 dinner, and DD had but a bit of mutton. I cannot endure 
 above one dish ; nor ever could since I was a boy, and 
 loved stuffing. It was a fine day, which is a rarity with 
 
 * William Oldisworth, a Tory journalist and miscellaneous writer. 
 ' The words are obliterated. The conjectural reading is Forster's.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 44I 
 
 US, I assure [you]. Never fair two days together. Nite 
 own MD. 
 
 13. I had a rabble of Irish parsons this morning drinking 
 my chocolate. I cannot remember appointments. I was to 
 have supped last night with the Swedish envoy at his house, 
 and some other company, but forgot it ; and he rallied me 
 to-day at Lord Bolingbroke's, who excused me, saying, the 
 envoy ought not to be angry, because I serve Lord-Treasurer 
 and him the same way. For that reason, I very seldom 
 promise to go any where. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, 
 who chid me for being absent so long, as he always does if I 
 miss a day. I sat three hours this evening with Lady 
 Jersey ; but the first two hours she was at ombre with some 
 company. I left Lord-Treasurer at eight ; I fancied he was 
 a little thoughtful, for he was playing with an orange by fits, 
 which, I told him, among common men looked like the 
 spleen. This letter shall not go to-morrow ; no haste, ung 
 oomens ; nothing that presses. I promised but once in 
 three weeks, and I am better than my word. I wish the 
 peace may be ready, I mean that we have notice it is signed, 
 before Tuesday ; otherwise the grumbling will much increase. 
 Nite logues. 
 
 14. It was a lovely day this, and I took the advantage of 
 walking a good deal in the Park, before I went to court. 
 Colonel Disney, one of our Society, is ill of a fever, and, we 
 fear, in great danger. We all love him mightily, and he 
 would be a great loss. I doubt I shall not buy the 
 library ; for a roguey bookseller has offered sixty pounds 
 more than I designed to give ; so you see I meant to have a 
 good bargain. I dined with Lord-Treasurer and his Saturday 
 company ; but there were but seven at table. Lord Peter- 
 borow is ill, and spits blood, with a bruise he got before he 
 left England ; but, I believe, an Italian lady he has brought 
 over is the cause that his illness returns. You know old 
 Lady Bellasis is dead at last ? She has left Lord Berkeley of 
 Stratton one of her executors, and it will be of great advan- 
 tage to him ; they say above ten thousand pounds. I staid 
 with Lord-Treasurer upon business, after the company was 
 gone ; but I dare not tell you upon what. My letters 
 would be good memoirs, if I durst venture to say a thousand 
 things that pass ; but I hear so much of letters opening
 
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 at your post-office, that I am fearful, &c. and so good nite, 
 sollahs, rove Pdfr, MD. 
 
 15. Lord-Treasurer engaged me to dine with him again 
 to-day, and I had ready what he wanted ; but he would not 
 see it, but put me off till to-morrow. The Queen goes to 
 chapel now. She is carried in an open chair, and will be 
 
 ^ well enough to go to Parliament on Tuesday, if the Houses 
 meet, which is not yet certain; neither, indeed, can the 
 ministers themselves tell; for it depends on winds and 
 weather, and circumstances of negotiation. However, we 
 go on as if it was certainly to meet ; and I am to be at Lord- 
 Treasurer's to-morrow, upon that supposition, to settle some 
 things relating that way. Ppt may understand me. The 
 doctors tell me, that if poor Colonel Disney does not get 
 some sleep to-night, he must die. What care you ? Ah ! 
 but I do care. He is one of our Society ; a fellow of abund- 
 
 ^ ance of humour ; an old battered rake, but very honest, not 
 an old man, but an old rake. It was he that said of Jenny 
 Kingdom, the maid of honour, who is a little old, "That, 
 since she could not get a husband, the Queen should give 
 her a brevet to act as a married woman." You don't under- 
 stand this. They give brevets to majors and captains to act 
 as colonels in the army. Brevets are commissions. Ask 
 soldiers, dull sollahs. Nite MD. 
 
 1 6. I was at Lord-Treasurer's before he came ; and, as he 
 entered, he told me the Parliament was prorogued till Thurs- 
 day se'nnight. They have had some expresses, by which 
 they count that the peace may be signed by that time ; at 
 least, that France, Holland, and we, will sign some articles, 
 by which we shall engage to sign the peace when it is ready : 
 but Spain has no minister there ; for Monteleon, who is to 
 be their ambassador at Utrecht, is not yet gone from hence ; 
 and till he is there, the Spaniards can sign no peace : and 
 one tiling take notice, that a general peace can hardly be 
 finished these two months, so as to be proclaimed here ; for, 
 after signing, it must be ratified ; that is, confirmed by the 
 several princes at their courts, which to Spain will cost a 
 month ; for we must have notice that it is ratified in all 
 courts before we can proclaim it. So be not in too much 
 haste. Nite MD. 
 
 17. The Irish folks were disappointed that the Parliament
 
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 did not meet to-day, because it was St Patrick's day ; and 
 the Mall was so full of crosses, that I thought all the world 
 was Irish. Miss Ashe is almost quite well, and I see the 
 Bishop, but shall not yet go to his house. I dined again with 
 Lord-Treasurer; but the Parliament being prorogued, I 
 must keep what I have till next week : for I believe he will 
 not see it till just the evening before the session. He has 
 engaged me to dine with him again to-morrow, though I did 
 all I could to put it off; but I don't care to disoblige him. 
 Nite dee sollahs 'tis late. Nite MD. 
 
 18. I have now dined six days successively with Lord- 
 Treasurer ; but to-night I stole away while he was talking 
 with somebody else, and so am at liberty to-morrow. There 
 was a flying report of a general cessation of arms : every 
 body had it at court ; but, I believe, there is nothing in it. 
 I asked a certain French minister how things went ? And 
 he whispered me in French, "Your plenipotentiaries and 
 ours play the fool." None of us, indeed, approve of the 
 conduct of either at this time ; but Lord-Treasurer was in 
 full good humour for all that. He had invited a good many 
 of his relations ; and, of a dozen at table, they were all of 
 the Harley family but myself. Disney is recovering, though 
 you don't care a straw. Dilly murders us with his if puns. 
 You know them. **** Nite MD. 
 
 19. The Bishop of Clogher has made an (/^pun, that he is 
 mighty proud of, and designs to send it over to his brother 
 Tom. But Sir Andrew Fountaine has wrote to Tom Ashe 
 last post, and told him the pun, and desired him to send it 
 over to the Bishop as his own ; and, if it succeeds, 'twill be 
 a pure bite. The Bishop will tell it us as a wonder, that he 
 and his brother should jump so exactly. I'll tell you the 
 pun ; — If there was a hackney coach at Mr Pooley's door, 
 what town in Egypt would it be ? Why, it would be Heca- 
 tompolis ; Hack at Tom Foley's. Silly, says Ppt. I dined 
 with a private friend to-day; for our Society, I told you, 
 meet but once a fortnight. I have not seen Fanny Manley 
 yet ; I can't help it. Lady Orkney is come to town : why, 
 she was at her country house; hot^ care you? Nite MD. 
 
 20. Dilly read me a letter to-day from Ppt. She seems to 
 
 ^ What.
 
 444 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 have scratched her head when she writ it. 'Tis a sad thing 
 to write to people without tact. There you say, you hear I 
 was going to Bath. No such thing; I am pretty well, I 
 thank God. The town is now sending me to Savoy.' 
 Forty people have given me joy of it, yet there is not the 
 least truth that I know in it. I was at an auction of pictures, 
 but bought none. I was so glad of my liberty, that I would 
 dine no where ; but, the weather being fine, I sauntered into 
 the city, and ate a bit about five, and then supped at Mr 
 Burke's, your accountant-general, who had been engaging me 
 this month. The Bishop of Clogher was to have been there, 
 but was hindered by Lord Paget's funeral. The Provost and 
 I sat till one o'clock ; and, if that be not late, I don't know 
 what is late. Parnell's poem will be published on Monday, 
 and to-morrow I design he shall present it Lord-Treasurer 
 and Lord Bolingbroke at court. The poor lad is almost 
 always out of order with his head. Burke's wife is his sister. 
 She has a little of the pert Irish way. Nite MD. 
 
 21. Morning. I will now finish my letter; for company 
 will come, and a stir, and a clutter; and I'll keep the 
 letter in my pottick,* and give it into the post myself. I 
 must go to court, and you know on Saturdays I dine with 
 Lord-Treasurer, of course. Farewell, deelest MD MD MD, 
 FW FW FW, ME ME ME Lele Lele **** 
 
 LETTER LXII. 
 
 Addressed to " M" Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "Apr 13." 
 
 London, March 21, 1712-13. 
 
 I gave your letter in this night. I dined with Lord- 
 Treasurer to-day, and find he has been at a meeting at Lord 
 Halifax's house, with four principal Whigs ; but he is resolved 
 to begin a speech against them when the ParUament sits ; 
 and I have begged that the ministers may have a meeting on 
 purpose to settle that matter, and let us be the attackers ; 
 and I believe it will come to something, for the Whigs intend 
 to attack the ministers : and if, instead of that, the ministers 
 
 * As Master of the Savoy. » Pocket.
 
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 attack the Whigs, it will be better : and farther, I believe we 
 shall attack them on those very points they intend to attack us. 
 The Parliament will be again prorogued for a fortnight, 
 because of Passion-week. I forgot to tell you, that Mr 
 Griffin has given Ppt's brother a new employment, about ten 
 pounds a-year better than his former ; but more remote, and 
 consequently cheaper. I wish I could have done better, 
 and hope 00 will take what can be done in good part, and 
 that 00 brother will not dislike it. — Nite ***** MD. 
 
 22. I dined to-day with Lord-Steward. There Frank 
 Annesley (a Parliament-man) told me he had heard that I 
 had wrote to my friends in Ireland to keep firm to the Whig 
 interest ; for that Lord-Treasurer would certainly declare for 
 it after the peace. Annesley said twenty people had told 
 him this. You must know this is what they endeavour to 
 report of Lord-Treasurer, that he designs to declare for the 
 Whigs ; and a Scotch fellow has wrote the same to Scotland ; 
 and his meeting with those lords gives occasion to such 
 reports. Let me henceforth call Lord-Treasurer Eltee, because 
 possibly my letters may be opened. Pray remember Eltee. 
 You know the reason. L. T. and Eltee pronounced the 
 same way. Stay, 'tis now five weeks since I had a letter 
 from MD. I allow 00 six. You see why I cannot come 
 over the beginning of April ; whoever has to do with this 
 ministry can fix no time : but as hope saved, it is not Pdfr's 
 fault. Pay don't blame poo Pdfr. Nite deelest logues MD.^ 
 
 23. I dined to-day at Sir Thomas Hanmer's, by an old 
 appointment : there was the Duke of Ormond, and Lord 
 and Lady Orkney. I left them at six. Every body is as 
 sour as vinegar. I endeavour to keep a firm friendship 
 between the Duke of Ormond and Eltee. (Oo know who 
 Eltee is, or have 00 fordot already ?) I have great designs, 
 if I can compass them ; but delay is rooted in Eltee's heart ; 
 yet the fault is not altogether there, that things are no better. 
 Here is the cursedest libel in verse come out that ever was 
 seen, called the Ambassadress ; ^ it is very dull too ; it has 
 been printed three or four different ways, and is handed about, 
 but not sold. It abuses the Queen horribly. The Examiner 
 
 * There are many erasures. The reading is Forster'i. 
 
 * "The British Ambassadress's Speech to the French King." The 
 printer, Hart, was sent to the pillory and heavily fined.
 
 446 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 has cleared me to-day of being author of his paper, and done 
 it with great civihties to me. I hope it will stop people's 
 mouths ; if not, they must go on and be hanged, I care not. 
 'Tis terrible rainy weather, I'll go sleep. Nite, deelest MD. 
 
 24. It rained all this day, and ruined me in coach-hire. I 
 went to Colonel Disney, who is past danger. Then I visited 
 Lord- Keeper, who was at dinner ; but I would not dine with 
 him, but drove to Lord-Treasurer, (Eltee I mean ;) paid the 
 coachman, and went in ; but he dined abroad : so I was 
 forced to call the coachman again, and went to Lord Boling- 
 broke's. He dined abroad too ; and at Lord Dupplin's I 
 alighted, and by good luck got a dinner there, and then went 
 to the Latin play at Westminster school, acted by the boys ; 
 and Lord-Treasurer (Eltee I mean again) honoured them 
 with his presence. Lady Masham's eldest son, about two 
 years old, is ill, and I am afraid will not live : she is full of 
 grief, and I pity and am angry with her. Four shillings to- 
 day in coach-hire ; fais, it won't do. Our peace will cer- 
 tainly be ready by Thursday fortnight; but our plenipo- 
 tentiaries were to blame that it was not done already. They 
 thought their powers were not full enough to sign the peace, 
 unless every prince was ready, which cannot yet be ; for 
 Spain has no minister yet at Utrecht ; but now ours have 
 new orders. Nite MD. 
 
 25. Weather worse than ever; terrible rain all day, but I 
 was resolved I would spend no more money. I went to an 
 auction of pictures with Dr Pratt, and there met the Duke of 
 Beaufort, who promised to come with me to court, but did 
 not. So a coach I got, and went to court, and did some 
 little business there, but was forced to go home ; for 00 must 
 understand I take a little physic over night, which works me 
 next day. Lady Orkney is my physician. It is hiera picra,^ 
 two spoonfuls, devilish stuff ! I thought to have dined with 
 Eltee, but would not, merely to save a shilling ; but I dined 
 privately with a friend, and played at ombre, and won six 
 shillings. Here are several people of quality lately dead of 
 the smaU-pox. I have not yet seen Miss Ashe, but hear she 
 is well. The Bishop of Clogher has bought abundance of 
 pictures, and Dr Pratt has got him very good pennyworths. 
 
 ^ A purgative electuary made of aloes, saffron, mastic, honey, etc.
 
 I712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 447 
 
 I can get no walks, the weather is so bad. Is it so with 00, ^ 
 sollahs? ****** 
 
 26. Though it was shaving-day, head and beard, yet I was 
 out early to see Lord Bolingbroke, and talk over affairs with 
 him ; and then I went to the Duke of Ormond's, and so to 
 court, where the ministers did not come, because the Parlia- 
 ment was prorogued till this day fortnight. We had terrible 
 rain and hail to-day. Our Society met this day, but I left 
 them before seven, and went to Sir A. F. [Andrew Fountaine], 
 and played at ombre with him and Sir Thomas Clarges, till 
 ten, and then went to Sir Thomas Hanmer. His wife, the 
 Duchess of Grafton, left us after a little while, and I staid 
 with him about an hour, upon some affairs, &c. Lord 
 Bolingbroke left us at the Society before I went ; for there is 
 an express from Utrecht, but I know not yet what it contains ; 
 only I know the ministers expect the peace will be signed in 
 a week, which is a week before the session. Nite, MD. 
 
 27. Parnell's poem is mightily esteemed; but poetry sells 
 ill. I am plagued with that * * * * ^ poor Harrison's mother ; 
 you would laugh to see how cautious I am of paying her the 
 L.I 00 I received for her son from the Treasury. I have asked 
 every creature I know, whether I may do it safely; yet durst not 
 venture, till my Lord-Keeper assured me there was no danger. 
 I have not paid her, but will in a day or two : though I have 
 a great mind to stay till Ppt sends me her opinion, because 
 Ppt is a great lawyer. I dined to-day with a mixture of 
 people at a Scotchman's, who made the invitation to Mr 
 Lewis and me, and has some design upon us, which we know 
 very well. I went afterwards to see a famous moving picture,' 
 and I never saw any thing so pretty. You see a sea ten 
 miles wide, a town on t'other end, and ships sailing in the 
 sea, and discharging their cannon. You see a great sky, 
 with moon and stars, &c. I'm a fool. Nite, dee MD. 
 
 28. I had a mighty levee to-day. I deny myself to every 
 body, except about half a dozen, and they were all here, and 
 Mr Addison was one, and I had chocolate twice, which I 
 don't like. Our rainy weather continues. Coach-hire goes 
 
 ^ Forster reads, " devil's brood ; " but this is a mere guess. 
 
 ' There were several such shows in London about this time. One 
 was invented by Morian, a German, and exhibited by Penkethman, the 
 theatrical manager and showman.
 
 448 JOURNAL TO STELLA [March 
 
 deep. I dined with Eltee and his Saturday company, as 
 usual, and could not get away till nine. Lord Peterborow 
 was making long harangues, and Eltee kept me in spite. 
 Then I went to see the Bishop of Ossory, who had engaged 
 me in the morning ; he is going to Ireland. The Bishop of 
 Killaloe and Tom Leigh was with us. The latter had wholly 
 changed his style, by seeing how the bishops behaved them- 
 selves, and he seemed to think me one of more importance 
 than I really am. I put the ill conduct of the bishops about 
 the Fh-st-Fruits, with relation to Eltee and me, strongly upon 
 Killaloe, and showed how it had hindered me from getting 
 a better thing for them, called the crown rents, which the 
 Queen had promised. He had nothing to say, but was 
 humble, and desired my interest in that and some other 
 things. This letter is half done in a week : I believe oo will 
 have it next. Nite MD. 
 
 29. I have been employed in endeavouring to save one of 
 your junior fellows,^ who came over here for a dispensation 
 from taking orders, and, in soliciting it, has run out his time, 
 and now his fellowship is void, if the college pleases, unless 
 the Queen suspends the execution, and gives him time to 
 take orders. I spoke to all the ministers yesterday about it ; 
 but they say the Queen is angry, and thought it was a trick 
 to deceive her ; and she is positive, and so the man must be 
 ruined, for I cannot help him. I never saw him in my life ; 
 but the case was so hard, I could not forbear interposing. 
 Your government recommended him to the Duke of Ormond, 
 and he thought they would grant it ; and by the time it was 
 refused, the fellowship by rigour is forfeited. I dined with 
 Dr Arbuthnot (one of my Brothers) at his lodgings in Chelsea, 
 and was there at chapel; and the altar put me in mind 
 of Tisdall's outlandish would ^ at your hospital for the 
 soldiers. I was not at court to-day, and I hear the Queen 
 was not at church. Perhaps the gout has seized her again. 
 Terrible rain all day. Have 00 such weather ? Nite MD. 
 
 30. Morning. I was naming some time ago, to a certain 
 
 ^ Mr. Charles Grattan, afterwards master of a free school at Ennis- 
 killen. (Scott.) ^ . . 
 
 " The word is quite clear in the MS. Forster suggests that it is a 
 mistake for " wood ; " but this latter does not give a satisfactory mean- 
 ing.
 
 1712-I3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 449 
 
 person, another certain person, that was very deserving, and 
 poor and sickly ; and t'other, that first certain person, gave 
 me a hundred pounds to give the other, which I have not 
 yet done. The person who is to have it never saw the 
 giver, nor expects one farthing, nor has the least knowledge 
 or imagination of it ; so I believe it will be a very agreeable 
 surprise ; for I think it is a handsome present enough. At 
 ni<j;ht I dined in the city, at Pontack's,^ with Lord Dupplin, 
 and some others. We were treated by one Colonel Cleland,* 
 who has a mmd to be governor of Barbadoes, and is laying 
 these long traps for me and others, to engage our interests 
 for him. He is a true Scotchman. I paid the hundred 
 pounds this evening, and it was an agreeable surprise to the 
 receiver. We reckon the peace is now signed, and that we 
 shall have it in three days. I believe it is pretty sure. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 31. I thought to-day on Ppt when she told me she sup- 
 pose[d] I was acquainted with the steward, when I was giving 
 myself airs of being at some Lord's house. Sir Andrew 
 Fountaine invited the Bishop of Clogher and me, and some 
 others, to dine where he did ; and he carried us to the Duke 
 of Kent's, who was gone out of town ; but the steward 
 treated us nobly, and showed us the fine pictures, &c. I 
 have not yet seen Miss Ashe. I wait till she has been abroad, 
 and taken the air. This evening Lady Masham, Dr. Ar- 
 buthnot, and I, were contriving a lie for to-morrow, that Mr 
 Noble,^ who was hanged last Saturday, was recovered by his 
 friends, and then seized again by the sheriff, and is now in a 
 messenger's hands at the Black Swan in Holborn. We are 
 all to send to our friends, to know whether they have heard 
 anything of it, and so we hope it will spread. However, we 
 shall do our endeavours ; nothing shall be wanting on our 
 parts, and leave the rest to fortune. Nite MD. 
 
 ^ See p. 223, note. 
 
 "^ William Cleland was a friend of Pope and other wits ; he is said to 
 have been the original of Will. Honeycomb in the "Spectator." The 
 Letter to the I'ublisher prefixed to the " Dunciad " is signed by him. 
 He was made a Commissioner of Taxes. 
 
 ^ Richard Noble, the subject of Swift's All Fool's Day "bite" was 
 
 an attorney who ran away with the wife of a gentleman named Sayer, 
 
 whom he killed when the intrigue was discovered in circumstances like 
 
 those Hogarth has depicted in the fifth scene of " Marriage-^-la-Mode." 
 
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 450 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 April I. We had no success in our story, though I sent 
 my man to several houses, to inquire among the footmen, 
 without letting him into the secret ; but I doubt my col- 
 leagues did not contribute as they ought. Parnell and I 
 dined with Dartineuf ^ to-day. You have heard of Dartineuf : 
 I have told you of Dartineuf. After dinner we all went to 
 Lord Bolingbroke's, who had desired me to dine with hhn ; 
 but I would not, because I heard it was to look over a dull 
 poem of one parson Trap, upon the peace. The Swedish 
 envoy told me to-day at court, that he was in great apprehen- 
 sions about his master ; and indeed we are afraid that prince ^ 
 is died [dead] among those Turkish dogs. I prevailed on 
 Lord Bolingbroke to invite Mr Addison to dine with him on 
 Good Friday. I suppose we shall be mighty mannerly. Addi- 
 son is to have a play of his acted on Friday in Easter week : 'tis 
 a tragedy, called Cato ; I saw it unfinished some years ago. 
 Did I tell you that Steele has begun a new daily paper, 
 called the Guardian? they say good for nothing. I have 
 not seen it. Nite dee MD. 
 
 2. I was this morning with Lord Bolingbroke, and he tells 
 me a Spanish courier is just come, with the news that the 
 King of Spain has agreed to everything that the Queen 
 desires ; and the Duke d'Ossuna has left Paris, in order to 
 his journey to Utrecht. I was prevailed on to come home 
 with Trap, and read his poem and correct it ; but it was 
 good for nothing. While I was thus employed, Sir Thomas 
 Hanmer came up to my chamber, and balked me of a 
 journey he and I intended this week to Lord Orkney's, at 
 Cliffden ; ^ but he is not well, and his physician will not let 
 him undertake such a journey. I intended to dine with 
 Lord-Treasurer ; but going to see Colonel Disney, who lives 
 with General Withers, I liked the general's little dinner so 
 well, that I staid and took share of it, and did not go to' 
 Lord-Treasurer till six, where I found Dr Sacheverell, who 
 told us that the bookseller had given him L. loo for his 
 sermon,* preached last Sunday, and intended to print 30,000 ; 
 I believe he will be confoundedly bit, and will hardly sell 
 above half. I have fires still, though April has begun, against 
 
 ^ See p. 19. ^ Charles XIL ^ See p. 383, note. 
 
 * The first preached after the period of his suspension by the House 
 of Lords.
 
 171 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 451 
 
 my old maxim ; but the weather is wet and cold. I never saw 
 such a long run of ill weather in my life. Nite dee logues MD. 
 
 3. I was at the Queen's chapel to-day, but she was not 
 there. Mr St John, Lord Bolingbroke's brother, came this 
 day at noon with an express from Utrecht, that the peace is 
 signed by all the ministers there, but those of the Emperor, 
 who will likewise sign in a few days ; so that now the great 
 work is in effect done, and I believe it will appear a most 
 excellent peace for Europe, particularly for England. Addison 
 and I, and some others, dined with Lord Bolingbroke, and 
 sate with him till twelve. We were very civil, but yet when 
 we grew warm, we talked in a friendly manner of party, 
 Addison raised his objections, and Lord Bolingbroke answered 
 them with great complaisance. Addison began Lord Somers's 
 health, which went about ; but I bid him not name Lord 
 Wharton's, for I would not pledge it ; and I told Lord 
 Bolingbroke frankly, that Addison loved Lord Wharton as 
 little as I did : so we laughed, &c. Well, but you are glad 
 of the peace, you Ppt the Trimmer, are not you ? As for 
 DD I don't doubt her. Why, now, if I did not think Ppt 
 had been a violent Tory, and DD the greater Whig of the 
 two ! 'Tis late. Nite MD. 
 
 4. This Passion-week, people are so demure, especially 
 this last day, that I told Dilly, who called here, that I would 
 dine with him, and so I did, faith ; and had a small shoulder 
 of mutton of my own bespeaking. It rained all day. I 
 came home at seven, and have never stirred out, but have 
 been reading Sacheverel's long dull sermon, which he sent 
 me. It is the first sermon since his suspension is expired ; 
 but not a word in it upon the occasion, except two or three 
 remote hints. The Bishop of Clogher has been sadly bit 
 by Tom Ashe, who sent him a pun, which the Bishop had 
 made, and designed to send to him, but delayed it ; and 
 Lord Pembroke and I made Sir Andrew Fountaine write it 
 to Tom. I believe I told you of it in my last ; it succeeded 
 right, and the Bishop was wondering to Lord Pembroke how 
 he and his brother could hit on the same thing. I'll go to 
 bed soon, for I must be at church by eight to-morrow, Easter 
 day. Nite dee MD. 
 
 5. Warburton ' wrote to me two letters about a living of 
 ' Swift's curate at Laracor.
 
 452 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 one Foulkes, who is lately dead in the county of Meath. 
 My answer is, that before I received the first letter, General 
 Gorge had recommended a friend of his to the Duke of 
 Ormond, which was the first time I heard of its vacancy, 
 and it was the Provost told me of it. I believe verily that 
 Foulkes was not dead when Gorge recommended the other : 
 for Warburton's last letter said, that Foulkes was dead the 
 day before the date. — This has prevented me from serving 
 Warburton, as I would have done, if I had received early 
 notice enough. Pray say or write this to Warburton, to 
 justify me to him. I was at church at eight this morning, 
 and dressed and shaved after I came back, but was too late 
 at court ; and Lord Abingdon had like to have snapped me 
 for dinner, and I believe will fall out for refusing him ; but 
 I hate dining with them, and I dined with a private friend, 
 and took two or three good walks ; for it was a very fine 
 day, the first we have had a great while. Remember, was 
 Easter day a fine day with you? I have sat with Lady 
 Worsley till now. Nite dee MD. 
 
 6. I was this morning at ten at the rehearsal of Mr 
 Addison's play, called Cato, which is to be acted on Friday. 
 There were not above half-a-score of us to see it. We stood 
 on the stage, and it was foolish enough to see the actors 
 prompted every moment, and the poet directing them ; and 
 the drab that acts Cato's daughter,^ out in the midst of a 
 passionate part, and then calling out, " What's next ? " The 
 Bishop of Clogher was there too ; but he stood privately in 
 a gallery. I went to dine with Lord-Treasurer, but he was 
 gone to Wimbleton, his daughter Caermarthen's country 
 seat, seven miles off. So I went back, and dined privately 
 with Mr Addison, whom I had left to go to Lord-Treasurer. 
 I keep fires yet ; I am very extravagant. I sate this evening 
 with Sir Andrew Fountaine, and we amused ourselves with 
 making ifs for Dilly. It is rainy weather again ; nevle saw 
 ze rike.* This letter shall go to-morrow ; remember, ung 
 oomens, it is seven weeks since your last, and I allow oo 
 but five weeks ; but oo have been galloping in the country 
 to Swanton's.^ O pray tell Swanton I had his letter but 
 
 » Mrs. Oldfield. - " Never ^aw the like." 
 
 ' Mrs. Swanton was the daughter of Willoughby Swift, and, there- 
 fore, second cousin of Dr. Swift.
 
 1713] JOURNAL TO STELLA 453 
 
 cannot contrive how to serve him. If a governor were to 
 go over, I would recommend him as far as lay in my power, 
 but I can do no more : and you know all employments in 
 Ireland, at least almost all, are engaged in reversions. If I 
 were on the spot, and had credit with a Lord-Lieutenant, I 
 would very heartily recommend him ; but employments here 
 are no more in my power than the monarchy itself. Nite, 
 dee MD. 
 
 7. Morning. I have had a visitor here, that has taken up 
 my time. I have not been abroad, MD may be sure ; so I 
 can say nothing to-day, but that I rove MD Settle zan ever, 
 if possibbere. I will put this in the post-office; so I say 
 no more. I write by this post to the Dean, but it is not 
 above two lines ; and one enclosed to you, but that enclosed 
 to you is not above three lines ; and then one enclosed to 
 the Dean, which he must not have but upon condition of 
 burning it immediately after reading, and that before your 
 eyes ; for there are some things in it I would not have liable 
 to accident. You shall only know in general, that it is an 
 account of what I have done to serve him in his pretensions 
 on these vacancies, &c. But he must not know that you 
 know so much.^ Does this perplex you ? Hat [what] care 
 I ? But rove Pdfr, saucy Pdfr. Farewell, deelest MD MD 
 MD FW FW FW, Me, Lele. 
 
 LETTER LXIIL 
 
 Addressed to " M^^ Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed: "May 4." 
 
 London, April 7, 1713. 
 
 I fancy I marked my last, which I sent this day, wrong ; 
 only 61, and it ought to be 62. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, 
 and though the business I had with him is something against 
 Thursday, when the Parliament is to meet, and this is Tues- 
 day, yet he put it off till to-morrow. I dare not tell you what 
 it is, lest this letter should miscarry or be opened ; but I 
 never saw his fellow for delays. The Parliament will now 
 certainly sit, and every body's expectations are ready to 
 
 * All that follows has been scribbled over.
 
 454 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 burst. At a council to-night, the Lord Chief Justice Parker, 
 a Whig, spoke against the peace ; so did Lord Chomley 
 [Cholmondeley,] another Whig, who is treasurer of the 
 household. My Lord-Keeper was this night made Lord- 
 Chancellor. We hope there will soon be some removes. 
 Nite, **** little MD. 
 
 8. Lord Chomley, the right name is Cholmondeley, is 
 this day removed from his employment, for his last night's 
 speech ; and Sir Richard Temple, lieutenant-general, the 
 greatest Whig in the army, is turned out ; and lieutenant- 
 general Palmer ^ will be obliged to sell his regiment. This 
 is the first fruits of a friendship I have established between 
 two great men. I dined with Lord-Treasurer, and did the 
 business I had for him to his satisfaction. I won't tell MD 
 what it was. **** ^ for zat. The Parliament sits to-morrow 
 for certain. Here is a letter printed in Macartney's name, 
 vindicating himself from the murder of the Duke of Hamilton. 
 I must give some hints to have it answered ; 'tis full of lies, 
 and will give an opportunity of exposing that party. To- 
 morrow will be a very important-day. All the world will be 
 at Westminster. Lord-Treasurer is as easy as a lamb. They 
 are mustering up the proxies of the absent lords ; but they 
 are not in any fear of wanting a majority, which death and 
 accidents have increased this year. Nite MD. 
 
 9. I was this morning with Lord-Treasurer, to present to 
 him a young son of the late Earl of Jersey, at the desire of 
 the widow. There I saw the mace and great coach ready 
 for Lord-Treasurer, who was going to Parliament. Our 
 Society met to-day; but I expected the Houses would sit 
 longer than I cared to fast ; so I dined with a friend, and 
 never inquired how matters went till eight this evening, when 
 I went to Lord Orkney's, where I found Sir Thomas Hanmer. 
 The Queen delivered her speech very well, but a little weaker 
 in her voice. The crowd was vast. The order for the 
 address was moved, and opposed by Lord Nottingham, 
 Halifax, and Cowper. Lord-Treasurer spoke with great 
 spirit and resolution ; Lord Peterborow flirted against the 
 Duke of Marlborough, (who is in Germany, you know,) but 
 it was in answer to one of Halifax's impertinences. The 
 
 * Francis Palmer, made lieutenant-general in Jan., 1709. 
 
 * Probably "so much."
 
 I713] JOURNAL TO STELLA 455 
 
 order for an address passed by a majority of thirty-three, 
 and the Houses rose before six. This is the account 1 
 heard at Lord Orkney's. The Bishop of Chester/ a high 
 Tory, was against the court. The Duchess of Marlborough 
 sent for him some months ago, to justify herself to him in 
 relation to the Queen, and showed him letters, and told him 
 stories, which the weak man believed, and was perverted. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 ID. I dined with a cousin in the city, and poor Pat Rolt 
 was there. I have got her rogue of a husband leave to come 
 to England from Port-i\Iahon. The Whigs are much down ; 
 but I reckon they have some scheme in agitation. This 
 Parliament time hinders our court meetings on Wednesdays, 
 Thursdays, and Saturdays. I had a great deal of business 
 to-night, which gave me a temptation to be idle, and I lost 
 a dozen shillings at ombre, with Dr Pratt and another. I 
 have been to see t'other day the Bishop of Clogher and 
 lady, but did not see Miss. It rains every day, and yet we 
 are all over dust. Lady Masham's eldest boy is very ill : I 
 doubt he will not hve, and she stays at Kensington to nurse 
 him, which vexes us all. She is so excessively fond, it 
 makes me mad. She should never leave the Queen, but 
 leave every thing, to stick to what is so much the interest of 
 the public, as well as her own. This I tell her ; but talk to 
 the winds. Nite MD. 
 
 II. I dined at Lord-Treasurer's, with his Saturday com- 
 pany. We had ten at table, all lords but myself and the 
 Chancellor of the Exchequer. Argyle went off at six, and 
 was in very indifferent humour as usual. Duke of Ormond 
 and Lord Bolingbroke were absent. I staid till near ten. 
 Lord-Treasurer showed us a small picture, enamelled work, 
 and set in gold, worth about twenty pounds ; a picture, I 
 mean, of the Queen, which she gave to the Duchess of 
 Marlborough, set in diamonds. When the Duchess was 
 leaving England, she took off all the diamonds, and gave 
 the picture to one Mrs Higgins, (an old intriguing woman, 
 whom every body knows,) bidding her make the best of it 
 she could. Lord-Treasurer sent to Mrs Higgins for this 
 picture, and gave her a hundred pounds for it. Was ever 
 
 ^ Dr. Francis Gastrell, consecrated to Chester, April 4, 1713.
 
 45^ JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 such an ungrateful beast as that Duchess ? or did you ever 
 hear such a story ? I suppose the Whigs will not believe it. 
 Pray, try them. [She] takes off the diamonds, and gives 
 away the picture to an insignificant woman, as a thing of no 
 consequence : and gives it to her to sell, like a piece of 
 old-fashioned plate. Is she not a detestable slut? Nite 
 deelest MD. 
 
 12. I went to court to-day, on purpose to present Mr 
 Berkeley, one of your fellows of Dublin College, to Lord 
 Berkeley of Stratton. That Mr Berkeley is a very ingenious 
 man, and great philosopher, and I have mentioned him to 
 all the ministers, and given them some of his writings ; and 
 I will favour him as much as I can. This I think I am 
 bound to, in honour and conscience, to use all my little 
 credit toward helping forward men of worth in the world. 
 The Queen was at chapel to-day, and looks well. I dined 
 at Lord Orkney's, with the Duke of Ormond, Lord Arran, 
 and Sir Thomas Hanmer. Mr St John, secretary at Utrecht, 
 expects every moment to return there with the ratification 
 of the peace. Did I tell you in my last of Addison's 
 play called Cato, and that I was at the rehearsal of it? 
 Nite MD. 
 
 1 3. This morning, my friend, Mr Lewis, came to me, and 
 showed me an order for a warrant for the three vacant 
 deaneries ; but none of them to me. This was what I 
 always foresaw, and received the notice of it better, I believe, 
 than he expected. I bid Mr Lewis tell Lord-Treasurer, that 
 I take nothing ill of him, but his not giving me timely 
 notice, as he promised to do, if he found the Queen would 
 do nothing for me. At noon, Lord-Treasurer hearing I was 
 in Mr Lewis's ofifice, came to me, and said many things too 
 long to repeat. I told him I had nothing to do but go to 
 Ireland immediately ; for I could not, with any reputation, 
 stay longer here, unless I had something honourable im- 
 mediately given to me. We dined together at the Duke of 
 Ormond's. He there told me, he had stopped the warrants 
 for the deans, that what was done for me might be at the 
 same time, and he hoped to compass it to-night ; but I 
 believe him not. I told the Duke of Ormond my intentions. 
 He is content Sterne should be a bishop, and I have St 
 Patrick's ; but I believe nothing will come of it, for stay I will
 
 I713] JOURNAL TO STELLA 457 
 
 not ; and so I believe for all 00 ******* ^ 00 may see me in 
 Dublin before April ends. I am less out of humour than 
 you would imagine : and if it were not, that impertinent 
 people will condole with me, as they used to give me joy, I 
 would value it less. But I will avoid company, and muster 
 up my baggage, and send them next Monday by the carrier 
 to Chester, and come and see my willows, against the ex- 
 pectation of all the world. — Hat '^ care I ? Nite deelest 
 logues, MD. 
 
 14. I dined in the city to-day, and ordered a lodging to 
 be got ready for me against I came to pack up my things ; 
 for I will leave this end of the town as soon as ever the 
 warrants for the deaneries are out, which are yet stopped. 
 Lord-Treasurer told Mr Lewis, that it should be determined 
 to-night : and so he will see [say] a hundred nights. So he 
 said yesterday, but I value it not. My daily journals shall 
 be but short till I get into the city, and then I will send away 
 this, and follow it myself; and design to walk it all the way 
 to Chester, my man and I, by ten miles a-day. It will do 
 my health a great deal of good. I shall do it in fourteen 
 days. Nite dee MD. 
 
 15. Lord BoHngbroke made me dine with him to-day, I 
 was as good company as ever : and told me the Queen 
 would determine something for me to-night. The dispute is, 
 Windsor or St Patrick's. I told him I would not stay for 
 their disputes, and he thought I was in the right. Lord 
 Masham told me, that Lady Masham is angry I have not 
 been to see her since this business, and desires I will come 
 to-morrow. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 16. I was this noon at Lady Masham's who was just come 
 from Kensington, where her eldest son is sick. She said 
 much to me of what she had talked to the Queen and Lord- 
 Treasurer. The poor lady fell a shedding tears openly. She 
 •could not bear to think of my having St Patrick's, &c. I 
 was never more moved than to see so much friendship. I 
 would not stay with her, but went and dined with Dr 
 Arbuthnot, with Mr Berkeley, one of your fellows, whom I 
 have recommended to the doctor, and to Lord Berkeley of 
 
 ^ Forster reads, "all 00 sawcy Ppt can say 00 may see me," &c. ; 
 but the erasure between " all " and " 00 " is complete. 
 2 What.
 
 458 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 Stratton. Mr Lewis tells me, that the Duke of Ormond has 
 been to-day with the Queen ; and she was content, that Dr 
 Sterne should be Bishop of Dromore, and I Dean of St 
 Patrick's ; but then out came Lord-Treasurer, and said, he 
 would not be satisfied, but that I must be Prebend[ary] of 
 Windsor. Thus he perplexes things. I expect neither ; but 
 I confess, as much as I love England, I am so angry at this 
 treatment, that, if I had my choice, I would rather have St 
 Patrick's. Lady Masham says, she will speak to purpose 
 to the Queen to-morrow. Nite, dee MD. 
 
 17. I went to dine at Lady Masham's to-day, and she was 
 taken ill of a sore throat, and aguish. She spoke to the 
 Queen last night, but had not much time. The Queen says 
 she will determine to-morrow with Lord-Treasurer. The 
 warrants for the deaneries are still stopped, for fear I should 
 be gone. Do you think any thing will be done ? I don't 
 care whether it is or no. In the mean time, I prepare for 
 my journey, and see no great people, nor will see Lord- 
 Treasurer any more, if I go. Lord-Treasurer told Mr Lewis 
 it should be done to-night; so he said five nights ago. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 18. This morning Mr Lewis sent me word, that Lord- 
 Treasurer told him the Queen would determine at noon. 
 At three Lord-Treasurer sent to me to come to his lodgings 
 at St James's, and told me the Queen was at last resolved, 
 that Dr Sterne should be Bishop of Dromore, and I Dean 
 of St Patrick's ; and that Sterne's warrant should be drawn 
 immediately. ( You know the deanery is in the Duke of 
 Ormond's gift'; but this is concerted between the Queen, 
 Lord-Treasurer, and the Duke of Ormond, to make room 
 for me. I do not know whether it will yet be done ; some 
 unlucky accident may yet come. Neither can I feel joy at 
 passing my days in Ireland ; and I confess, I thought the 
 ministry would not let me go ; but perhaps they can't help it. 
 Nite MD.) 
 
 19. I forgot to tell you, that Lord-Treasurer forced me to 
 dine with him yesterday as usual, with his Saturday com- 
 pany ; which I did after frequent refusals. To-day I dined 
 with a private friend, and was not at court. After dinner 
 Mr Lewis sent me word, that the Queen staid till she knew 
 whether the Duke of Ormond approved of Sterne for a Bishop,
 
 17 1 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 459 
 
 I went this evening, and found the Duke of Ormond at the 
 Cock-pit/ and told him, and desired he would go to the 
 Queen, and approve of Sterne. He made objections, de- 
 sired I would name any other deanery, for he did not like 
 Sterne ; that Sterne never went to see him ; that he was 
 influenced by the Archbishop of Dublin, &c. ; so all now is 
 broken again. I sent out for Lord-Treasurer, and told him 
 this. He says all will do well ; but I value not what he says. 
 This suspense vexes me worse than any thing else. Nite 
 MD. 
 
 20. I went to-day, by appointment, to the Cock-pit, to 
 talk with the Duke of Ormond. He repeated the same 
 proposals of any other deanery, etc. I desired he would put 
 me out of the case, and do as he pleased. Then, with great 
 kindness, he said he would consent ; but would do it for no 
 man alive but me, &c. And he will speak to the Queen to- 
 day or to-morrow ; so, perhaps, something will come of it. 
 I can't tell. Nite deelest logues, MD. 
 
 21. The Duke of Ormond has told the Queen he is 
 satisfied that Sterne should be Bishop, and she consents I 
 shall be Dean ; and I suppose the warrants will be drawn in 
 a day or two. I dined at an alehouse with Parnell and 
 Berkeley ; for I am not in humour to go among the ministers, 
 though Lord Dartmouth invited me to dine with him to-day, 
 and Lord-Treasurer was to be there. I said I would, if I 
 were out of suspense. Nite deelest MD. 
 
 2 2. The Queen says warrants shall be drawn, but she will 
 dispose of all in England and Ireland at once, to be teased 
 no more. This will delay it some time ; and, while it is 
 delayed, I am not sure of the Queen, my enemies being 
 busy. I hate this suspense. Nite dee MD. 
 
 23. I dined yesterday with General Hamilton : I forgot to 
 tell 00. I write short journals now. I have eggs on the 
 spit. This night the Queen has signed all the warrants, 
 among which Sterne is Bishop of Dromore, and the Duke of 
 Ormond is to send over an order for making me Dean of 
 St Patrick's. I have no doubt of him at all. I think 'tis 
 now passed. And I suppose MD is malicious enough to be 
 glad, and rather have it than Wells. But you see what a 
 
 * See p. 4.
 
 460 JOURNAL TO STELLA [April 
 
 condition I am in. I thought I was to pay but six hundred 
 pounds for the house ; but the Bishop of Clogher says eight 
 hundred pounds ; first-fruits one hundred and fifty pounds, 
 and so, with patent, a thousand pounds in all ; so that I 
 shall not be the better for the deanery these three years. I 
 hope in some time they will be persuaded here to give me 
 some money to pay off these debts. I must finish the book 
 I am writing, before I can go over ; and they expect I shall 
 pass next winter here, and then I will dun them to give me 
 a sum of money. However, I hope to pass four or five 
 months with MD whatever comes on it. MD **** increased.^ 
 I received oor ***** ^ to-night ; just ten weeks since 1 had 
 your last. I shall write next post to Bishop Sterne. Never 
 man had so many enemies of Ireland ' as he. I carried it 
 with the strongest hand possible. If he does not use me 
 well and gently in what dealings I shall have with him, he 
 will be the most ungrateful of mankind. The Archbishop of 
 York,* my mortal enemy, has sent, by a third hand, that he 
 would be glad to see me. Shall I see him, or not ? I hope 
 to be over in a month, and that MD, with their raillery, will 
 be mistaken, that I shall make it three years. I will answer 
 ■00 rettle soon ; but no more journals. I shall be very busy. 
 Short letters from henceforward. I shall not part with 
 Laracor. That is all I have to live on, except the deanery 
 be worth more than four hundred pounds a-year. Is it ? 
 If it be, overplus shall be divided *****, beside usual 
 allowance [?] *****." Pray write to me a good-humoured 
 letter immediately, let it be ever so short. This affair was 
 carried with great difficulty, which vexes me. But they say 
 here, 'tis much to my reputation, that I have made a bishop, 
 in spite of all the world, to get the best deanery in Ireland. 
 
 ' Forster, with some probability, reads, " MD's allowance must be 
 increased, and shall be too, faith I iss truly." 
 ^ Probably "rettle, N. 39." 
 ' Belonging to Ireland. 
 
 * Dr. John Sharpe, made Archbishop in 1691. Swift thus speaks of 
 him : 
 
 " Poor York ! The harmless tool of others' hate, 
 He sues for pardon, and repents too late." 
 
 ' Forster boldly supplies the entirely obliterated words "between 
 MD and FW beside usual allowance of MD dee rogues."
 
 17 1 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 461 
 
 24. I forgot to tell you, I had Sterne's letter yesterday, in 
 answer to mine. Oo performed oor commission well, dood 
 dallars both. I made mistakes the three last days, and am 
 forced to alter the number.' I dined in the city to-day with 
 my printer, and came home early, and am going to [be] busy 
 with my work. I will send this to-morrow, and I suppose 
 the warrants will go then. I wrote to Dr Coghill, to take 
 care of passing my patent ; and to Parvisol, to attend him 
 with money, if he has any, or to borrow some where he can. 
 Nite MD. 
 
 25. Morning. I know not whether my warrant be got 
 ready from the Duke of Ormond. I suppose it will by to- 
 night. I am going abroad, and will keep this unsealed, till 
 I know whether all be finished. Mollow, sollahs. 
 
 I had this letter all day in my pocket, waiting till I heard 
 the warrants were gone over. Mr Lewis sent to Southwell's 
 clerk at ten ; and he said the Bishop of ELillaloe ^ had 
 desired they should be stopped till next post. He sent 
 again, that the Bishop of Killaloe's business had nothing to 
 do with ours. Then I went myself, but it was past eleven, 
 and asked the reason. Killaloe is removed to Raphoe, and 
 he has a mind to have an order for the rents of Raphoe, that 
 have fallen due since the vacancy, and he would have all 
 stop till he has gotten that. A pretty request ! But the 
 clerk, at Mr Lewis's message, sent the warrants for Sterne 
 and me ; but then it was too late to send this, which frets 
 me heartily, that MD should not have intelligence first 
 from Pdfr. I think to take a hundred pounds a-year out of 
 the deanery, and divide between M [?] and Pr [?] ^ and so be 
 one year longer in paying the debt but we'll talk of zis hen I 
 come over. So nite dear sollahs. Lele. 
 
 26. I was at court to-day, and a thousand people gave me 
 joy ; so I ran out. I dined with Lady Orkney. Yesterday 
 I dined with Lord-Treasurer and his Saturday people as. 
 usual ; and was so bedeaned ! The Archbishop of York says» 
 
 ^ The number at the beginning of each entry. 
 
 ^ Dr. Thomas Lindsay. 
 
 ' The writing is carefully obliterated. Forster reads, " M and 
 Pr," and he is probably correct; though the letters may be "MD" 
 and " Dr." Swift does not use " M " or *' Pr " in other parts of the 
 Journal.
 
 462 JOURNAL TO STELLA [May 
 
 he will never more speak against me. Pray see that Parvisol 
 istirs about getting my patent. I have given Tooke DD's 
 to prove she is alive. I'll answer [?] 00 rettle ***** 
 
 27. Nothing new to-day. I dined with Tom Harley, &c. 
 I'll seal up this to-night. Pray write soon. ****** mD 
 MD MD FW FW FW ME ME ME Lele, lele. 
 
 LETTER LXIV. 
 
 Addressed to " M" Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : " May 22." 
 
 London, May 16, [1713.] 
 
 I had yours, N. 40, yesterday. Your new Bishop acts 
 Tery ungratefully. I cannot say so bad of it as he deserved. 
 I begged at the same post his warrant and mine went over, 
 that he would leave those livings to my disposal. I shall 
 •write this post to him to let him know how ill I take it. I 
 have letters to tell me, that I ought to think of employing 
 somebody to set the tithes of the deanery. I know not what 
 to do at this distance. I cannot be in Ireland under a month. 
 I will write two orders   one to Parvisol, and t'other to 
 Parvisol, and a blank for whatever fellow it is whom the last 
 Dean employed ; and I would desire you to advise with 
 friends, which to make use of: and if the latter, let the 
 fellow's name be inserted, and both act by commission. 
 If the former, then speak to Parvisol, and know whether 
 he can undertake it. I doubt it is hardly to be done 
 by a perfect stranger alone, as Parvisol is. He may 
 perhaps venture at all, to keep up his interest with me; 
 but that is needless, for I am willing to do him any 
 good, that will do me no harm. Pray advise with Walls 
 and Raymond, and a little with Bishop Sterne for form. 
 Tell Raymond I cannot succeed for him to get that living 
 of Moimed. It is represented here as a great sinecure. 
 Several chaplains have solicited for it ; and it has vexed 
 me so, that, if I live, I will make it my business to serve 
 him better in something else. I am heartily sorry for 
 his illness, and that of the other two. If it be not neces- 
 •sary to let the tithes till a month hence, you may keep 
 the two papers, and advise well in the mean time; and
 
 17 1 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 463 
 
 whenever it ig absolutely necessary, then give that paper 
 which you are most advised to. I thank Mr Walls for 
 his letter. Tell him, that must serve for an answer, with 
 my service to him and her. I shall buy Bishop Sterne's 
 hair as soon as his household goods. I shall be ruined, or 
 at least sadly cramped, unless the Queen will give me a 
 thousand pounds. I am sure she owes me a great deal 
 more. Lord-Treasurer rallies me upon it, and I believe 
 intends it; but, quando? I am advised to hasten over 
 as soon as possible, and so I will, and hope to set out 
 the beginning of June. Take no lodging for me. What ? 
 at your old tricks again ? I can lie somewhere after I land, 
 and I care not where, nor how. I will buy your eggs and 
 bacon, DD **** your caps and Bible ; and pray think 
 immediately, and give me some commissions, and I will 
 perform them as far as poor Pdfr can.' The letter I sent 
 before this was to have gone a post before; but an acci- 
 dent hindered it : and, I assure 00, I wam vely akklee * 
 MD did not write to Dean Pdfr, and I think 00 might have 
 had a Dean under your girdle for the superscription. I 
 have just finished my Treatise,' and must be ten days 
 correcting it. Farewell, deelest MD, MD, MD, FW, FW, 
 FW, MD, MD, MD, Lele, MD, FW, ME, Lele. 
 
 You'll seal the two papers after my name. 
 
 " London, May 16, 17 13. 
 " I appoint Mr Isaiah Pavisol and Mr to set and let 
 
 the tithes of the Deanery of St Patrick's for this present 
 year. In witness whereof, I hereunto set my hand and seal, 
 the day and year above written. 
 
 "JONAT. Svi^IFT." 
 
 "London, May 16, 1713. 
 " I do hereby appoint Mr Isaiah Parvisol my proctor, 
 to set and let the tithes of the Deanery of St Patrick's. 
 In witness whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and seal, 
 the day and year above written. Jonat. Swift." 
 
 ^ The last few words are scribbled over. 
 
 ' Very angry. The words are scribbled over. 
 
 * " History of the Peace of Utrecht."
 
 464 JOURNAL TO STELLA [June 
 
 LETTER LXV. 
 
 Addressed to "M" Dingley," etc., as before. 
 Endorsed : " Chester Letter." 
 
 Chester, June 6, 1713. 
 
 I am come here after six days. I set out on Monday last^ 
 and got here to-day about eleven in the morning. A noble 
 rider, fais ! and all the ships and people went off yesterday 
 with a rare wind. This was told me, to my comfort, upon 
 my arrival. Having not used riding these three years,, 
 made me terrible weary ; yet I resolve on Monday to set 
 out for Holyhead, as weary as I am. 'Tis good for my 
 health, mun. When I came here, I found MD's letter 
 of the 26th of May, sent down to me. Had you written a 
 post sooner, I might have brought some pins : but you 
 were lazy, and would not write your orders immediately, as I 
 desired you. I will come, when God pleases ; perhaps- 
 I may be with you in a week. I will be three days going 
 to Holyhead ; I cannot ride faster, say hat 00 will. I 
 am upon Stay-behind's mare. I have the whole inn to 
 myself. I would fain 'scape this Holyhead journey ; but I 
 have no prospect of ships, and it will be almost necessary I 
 should be in Dublin before the 25th instant, to take the 
 others [oaths] ; otherwise I must wait to a quarter sessions. 
 I will lodge as I can ; therefore take no lodgings for me, to- 
 pay in my absence. The poor Dean can't afford it. I spoke 
 again to the Duke of Ormond about Moimed for Raymond, 
 and hope he may yet have it, for I laid it strongly to the 
 Duke, and gave him the Bishop of Meath's memorial. I am 
 sorry for Raymond's fistula ; tell him so. I will speak to 
 Lord-Treasurer about Mrs South to-morrow. — Odso ! I for- 
 got ; I thought I had been in London. Mrs Tisdall is very 
   big, ready to lie down. Her husband is a puppy. Do his 
 feet stink still ? The letters to Ireland go at so uncertain 
 an hour, that I am forced to conclude. Farewell, MD» 
 MD MD FW FW FVV ME ME ME ME 
 
 Lele lele 
 
 lele logues and 
 
 Ladies bose fair 
 
 and slender.
 
 17 1 3] JOURNAL TO STELLA 465 
 
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 I mightily approve Ppt's project of hanging the blind 
 parson. When I read that passage upon Chester walls, as I 
 was coming into town, and just received your letter, I said 
 aloud — Agreeable B — tch.^ 
 
 ^ Forster reads, "witch," 
 
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 INDEX. 
 
 Abchurch Lane, 223. 
 
 Abercorn, Lady, buys Swift a 
 scarf, 70 ; helps him to choose 
 statues, 167 ; Swift dines with, 
 225. 
 
 Abercorn, Lord, Swift soliciting 
 for, 68 ; Swift dines with, 69, 
 130, 167, 225, 226, 232 ; his 
 son's marriage, 130, 167, 232 ; 
 his fortune with the lottery, 232 ; 
 his claim to the dukedom of 
 Chatelherault, 357 «., 360, 400, 
 401, 40s, 407, 408, 415, 418, 
 419 ; offended with Swift, 419, 
 421. 
 
 Abigail, Swift's cousin, 4. 
 
 Abingdon, Montagu second Earl 
 of, invites Swift to dinner, 430 
 n., 452. 
 
 ** Academy to correct and settle 
 the English tongue," proposed 
 by Swift in a letter to the Lord 
 Treasurer, 195 ; and see Pro- 
 posal. 
 
 " Account of the State and Pro- 
 gress of the Present Negotia- 
 tions for Peace:" pamphlet by 
 Abel Boyer, 260 n. 
 
 Act of parliament to tax news 
 sheets, 379. 
 
 Acton, Mr., 119. 
 
 Adams, Dr., prebendary of Wind- 
 sor, Swift dines with, 221, 242, 
 243, 244. 
 
 Addison, Joseph, Swift dines with, 
 7, 9, II, 16, 27, 34,38, 42, 112, 
 452 ; Swift spends the evening 
 with, 15, 30,33, 35,38, 42,43, 
 47. 50, 55. 75. 9-, 214, 242, 
 
 247, 447 ; opinions of, 21, 28 ; 
 his popularity, 27 ; Swift's letters 
 addressed to, 31, 40, 57, 85 ; 
 letters no longer to be addressed 
 to, 182 ; coolness between him 
 and Swift, 37, 70, 76, loi, 112, 
 132, 186, 198, 210, 406 ; his 
 successor as under-secretary, 41 ; 
 "Tatlers" written by, 91 n. ; in- 
 troduces Harrison to Swift, 113; 
 contributes to the " Spectator," 
 139,166; in Ireland, 1 70; "State 
 of Wit " attributed to, 176; gone 
 to the Bath, 229 ; former be- 
 haviour to Swift, 273 ; visits 
 Swift, 379 n., 447 ; his tragedy 
 of Cato, 450, 452, 456 ; dines 
 with Lord Bolingbroke, 450, 
 
 451- 
 "Advice to the October Club," a 
 
 pamphlet by Swift, 327, 329. 
 Agues, a fellow pretending to cure, 
 
 83 ; prevalent, 206 ; littleknown 
 
 in Ireland, 233. 
 Aire, said to be taken, 42. 
 Aires, Mrs. Baby, married to 
 
 Leach, 40. 
 Albemarle, the Earl of, 379 n. 
 Aldersgate Street, 213. 
 Ale, 17 ; Wexford, 197 n., 215. 
 Alexander the Great, 345. 
 "Allies, The Conduct of the." 
 
 See Conduct. 
 Almanza, battle of, 28 m. 
 Alum, 138. 
 Ambassador, the French. See 
 
 Aumont. 
 Amliassador, the Spanish. See 
 
 Monteleon.
 
 468 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 " Ambassadress, The," 445 w. 
 
 Ancaster, Duke of, 296 w. 
 
 Anglesea, Earl of, Vice-Treasurer 
 of Ireland, his death, 11, 39. 
 
 Anglesea, Earl of, 68, 84, 156, 
 321, 334, 337, 359, 4o8; Cle- 
 ments and, 151, 157, 335 n., 
 402; and Irish yarn, 152, 154; 
 Swift dines with, 159, 335 ; at 
 the Saturday Club, 413. 
 
 Anglesey. See Anglesea. 
 
 Anjou, Philip Duke of, King of 
 Spain, 395. 
 
 Annalt, 354 n. 
 
 Annesley, Frank, 445. 
 
 "Answer to the conduct of the 
 Allies," 339. 
 
 Appendix to the third part of 
 "John Bull" pubhshed, 367. 
 
 Apricots, 234, 374. 
 
 April fools, 146, 147, 449, 450. 
 
 Apron, a green silk, for Stella, 
 163, 268, 270, 274, 286, 314, 
 
 317,. 324, 3l(>, 358. 
 
 Apronia, dream about, 1 14. 
 
 Arabian horses sent to Lord Ox- 
 ford, 343. 
 
 Arbuthnot, Dr., the Queen's 
 favourite physician, 140 w., 239, 
 245, 295, 296, 301, 354, 355, 
 386 ; rides out with Swift, 220, 
 254, 386, 398, 430, 449 ; Swift 
 dines with, 243, 244, 348, 448, 
 457 ; and the maids of honour, 
 244, 246 ; and Bernage, 250, 
 251, 252 ; ill, 254 ; assists in 
 writing a ballad, 31 1 ; a frequent 
 visitor at the Masham's, 341, 
 355, 357 ; his wife and children 
 ill, 348; president of "the 
 Society," 363 ; author of " Law 
 is a Bottomless Pit," 367. 
 
 Arbuthnot, Ensign, and Bernage, 
 250, 251, 252. 
 
 Arbuthnot, Mrs., 243, 348. 
 
 Arburthnett and Arburthnot. See 
 Arbuthnot. 
 
 Archbishop of Dublin, Dr. King. 
 See Dublin. 
 
 Archbishop of Tuam, Vesey, his 
 son, 330. 
 
 Archbishop of York, Dr. Sharp. 
 See Sharp. 
 
 Archdeacon Walls. See Walls. 
 
 " Argument that Dunkirk is not 
 in our hands." 5^1? " Invitation 
 Dismal." 
 
 Argyle, the Duchess of, niece of 
 Duncombe, 154. 
 
 Argyle, Duke of, appointed to the 
 command in Catalonia, 1 17 «., 
 I40W., 157; Swift recommends 
 Bernage to, 117, 118, IIQ, 120, 
 124,127,128, 140; has ^200,000 
 left him by Duncombe, 154; 
 Swift dines with, 377 ; intro- 
 duces Swift to the Duke d'Au- 
 mont, 4io;atthe Saturday Club, 
 
 455- 
 
 Aristobulus, 345. 
 
 Aristophanes, Swift buys a copy 
 of. III. 
 
 Arlington, Earl of, 285 n. 
 
 Arms, the, of Swift's great grand- 
 father and great grandmother, 
 
 343- 
 
 Armstrong, Mrs., plays a trick on 
 Swift, 112 ; her relatives, 8 «. ; 
 Swift dislikes her, 112. 
 
 Arran, the Earl of, a member of 
 "the Society," 345, 349, 357, 
 406, 407, 456 ; and see Chatel- 
 herault. 
 
 Arrian, Swift reads, 345. 
 
 " Art of Political Lying, The," 
 3S6 «., 398. 
 
 Arundel, young, 134. 
 
 Ashburnham, Lady, Lady Mary 
 Butler, daughter of the Duke 
 of Ormond, 12, 35, 41, 195, 
 269 ; married to Lord Ashburn- 
 ham, 35 ; Swift offended with, 
 1S5 ; at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, 
 188, 197 ; Swift dines with, 
 196 ; leaves town, 198 ; her 
 appearance at the Birthday, 331; 
 her death, 409, 410, 413, 415. 
 
 Ashburnham, Lord, married to 
 Lady Mary Butler, 35, 196, 277, 
 410,411,415. 
 
 Ashe, Dillon, Vicar of Finglass, 
 93«., 432; at Bath, 154, 174;
 
 INDEX 
 
 469 
 
 in London, 198, 200, 201, 202, 
 208, 209, 211, 212, 226, 228, 
 233 ; takes Archdeacon Walls 
 to a play, 212 ; at Windsor, 221, 
 2S9 ; his dress, 233 ; leaves 
 London suddenly, 241, 264 ; 
 returns to Ireland, 279, 281, 
 289 ; his marriage, 358, 367 ; 
 returns to London, 381, 402, 
 417, 423; his puns, 425, 443 ; 
 Swift dines with, 451. 
 
 Ashe, Dr. St. George, Bishop of 
 Clogher. See Clogher. 
 
 Ashe, Master, the Bishop's son, 
 
 337, 377, 381. 43°- 
 Ashe, Miss, the Bishop's daughter, 
 has small-pox, 407, 426, 427, 
 
 430, 431, 432, 443, 446, 449, 
 
 455- 
 Ashe, Mrs. Dillon, 358, 367, 370, 
 
 372, 381- 
 Ashe, Mrs. St. George, 14 ; Swift 
 inquires about statues for, 167 ; 
 recommends Newcomb, 354 ; 
 stays with Stella, 359 ; sends 
 Swift a present, 412 ; in town, 
 
 381, 455- 
 Ashe, Tom, 193, 202, 443, 451. 
 Ash Wednesday, 430. 
 Asparagus, loi, 173. 
 Assafoetida, 326, 385. 
 Assassination Plot, the, 179 n. 
 Atalantis, the New, 73 n., 159, 
 
 203 ; and see Manley. 
 Atree, Duke d' (Due d'Etrees), 
 
 431. 434- 
 
 Atterbury, Dr., Dean of Carlisle, 
 95, 96, 122, 168, 178, 184, 186, 
 195, 200, 204 n., 205, 208, 225, 
 327, 329. 355 ; his appointment 
 as Dean of Christchurch, 93, 
 I97j433; and the "Examiner," 
 133; Swift's neighbour at Chel- 
 sea, 164, 169, 177; Swift dines 
 with, 177, 179, 196, 211, 232 ; 
 laid up with the gout, 232 ; 
 dines with Lord Orrery and 
 some Christchurchmen, 354. 
 
 Atterbury, Mrs., 169, 173. 
 
 Attorney-Cieneral ; and see Har- 
 court. 
 
 Auctions, 158, 409, 440, 444, 440 ; 
 and see Bernard. 
 
 Aumont, Duke d', French ambas- 
 sador, 409, 410, 414, 417 ; his 
 house burnt down, 420, 421, 
 422. 
 
 Aunt, Swift's, 343, 384. 
 
 Avenue at Windsor, the, 217, 234. 
 
 Aylesbury, the Earl of, his son 
 made a peer, 307, 308 «. 
 
 Ayris, Madam, 367. 
 
 Bacon, Sir Edmund, 82. 
 
 Bagshot Heath, 188. 
 
 Balderig, 242. 
 
 Baligall, Baligawl, Balligall 01 
 
 Ballygall, 14 n, 332, 336. 
 Ball given by Blith, 437. 
 Ballad by several hands. A, 311. 
 " Ballad on Dunkirk." See " To- 
 
 land's Invitation to Dismal." 
 "Ballad on Lord Nottingham," 
 
 294. 
 Ballad, Swift writing a, 287. 
 Balligacol, 358. 
 Baltic, Ships from the, 68, 
 Bandbox Plot, 393 w, 398. 
 Banker's son, the, 128. 
 Bank stock, 40, 49, 81, 84, 209, 
 
 270, 389. 
 Barbadoes, 179, 355, 449. 
 Barbadoes, governor of. See 
 
 Crowe. 
 Barber, John, Swift's printer, 235, 
 
 241, 261, 270, 291, 302, 322, 
 
 339, 340, 345> 418, 436 ; gets 
 the Gazette with Tooke, 214, 
 215, 216 ; Swift dines with, 
 236, 257, 271, 285, 286, 289, 
 292,311, 329, 335, 338, 344 «•, 
 461 ; attends"The Society" after 
 dinner, 294, 353, 440; made 
 Printer to the Ordnance, 312; 
 presented by Swift to Lord 
 Rivers, 319 ; receives a second 
 employment from Lord Rivers, 
 319, 320 ; called upon to answer 
 for "The Conduct of the 
 Allies," 325 ; Lord Mayor, 
 
 344 «• 
 Barnard, Charles, 17 ; the sale of
 
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 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 his library, 140 «., 145, 146, 
 
 155. 157- 
 Barrier Treaty, the, 329, 330, 335, 
 
 337, 422, 428. 
 "Barrier Treaty, Remarks on the," 
 a pamphlet by Swift, 336, 338«., 
 
 340. 
 
 Barrymore, Lady, daughter of 
 Lord Rivers, 387. 
 
 Barton, Mrs., widow of Colonel 
 Barton, 9 w, 30, 78, 107, 148, 
 154, 205, 268, 284 ; Swift dines 
 witii, 16, 62 ; Stella jests about, 
 64; going into the country, 211 ; 
 her brother drowned in Hill's 
 expedition, 257, 259 ; her com- 
 rade, see Long. 
 
 Basto. See Ombre. 
 
 Bateman, a bookseller, 96, in, 
 206, 414. 
 
 Bath, the, 151, 153, 158, 169, 229, 
 342, 343, 356, 360, 362, 374, 
 444. 
 
 Bathurst, Allen, 288, 306 ; created 
 Baron Bathurst, 308 «., 309. 
 
 Battersea, 208. 
 
 " Baudrier, Monsieur," 258. See 
 " Prior's Journey." 
 
 Beaufort, Henry, Duke of, 321 w., 
 446; his admission to "the 
 Society" opposed by Swift, 
 321 n, 326, 332, 337 ; admitted, 
 340, 440 ; proposes his brother- 
 in-law. Lord Danby, 349 ; gives 
 Swift a poem, 361 ; attends an 
 auction, 446. 
 
 Beaumont, Joseph, 3, 16, 17, 18, 
 125, 174, 370, 372; Swift 
 assists him with his claim on 
 the Irish government, 3 n., 6, 
 8, II, 13, 20, 21, 172 «., 190, 
 193, 206, 277, 289, 306 ; pleads 
 for the liberties of Trim, 63, 
 193; asks for a patent, 351, 
 358 ; gives Swift some stock- 
 ings, 400, his vote, 400. 
 
 Beaumont, Mrs., wife of Joseph, 
 III n. 
 
 Beaumont, Mr. , father of Joseph, 
 desires to be portreeve, 193. 
 
 Beaumont, Sir George, 156, 172. 
 
 Bedchamber-woman, a ministry 
 displaced by a, 298. 
 
 Bedlam, 72. 
 
 Beef-Steak Club, the, 41 «. 
 
 Beer, October, 123. 
 
 Bell, a grocer, 173. 
 
 Bellamont, Countess of, 163. 
 
 Bell and Dragon, Harley makes 
 verses on the, 258. 
 
 Bellasis, Lady, death of, 441. 
 
 Bellasis, Sir Henry, sent as Com- 
 missioner to Spain, 203 «., 204. 
 
 Bellman, letters sent by the, 6, 
 26, 51, 32t. 
 
 Belturbet, 354 «. 
 
 Benson, Robert, Commissioner of 
 the Treasury, 32 w. , 455 ; Chan- 
 cellor of the Exchequer, 268, 
 317, 341 «., 342; received into 
 "the Society," 418; sends 
 twenty guineas to Oldisworth, 
 440. 
 
 Berested's Bridge, 192. 
 
 Berkeley, George, afterwards 
 Bishop of Cloyne. See Cloyne. 
 
 Berkeley, the Countess of, wife of 
 the second Earl, 12, I4«., 31, 
 178, 245. 
 
 Berkeley, the Countess of, Lady 
 Louisa Lennox, daughter of the 
 Duke of Richmond, married to 
 the third Earl of Berkeley, 122 ; 
 plays tricks with Swift's hat, 
 189. 
 
 Berkeley, the second Earl of, ill, 
 12, 14 m; his death, 20, 31 ; his 
 former steward, 79 ; Swift writes 
 an inscription for his tomb, 122. 
 
 Berkeley, the third Earl of, his 
 marriage to Lady Louisa Len- 
 nox, 107 «, 122, 189. 
 
 Berkeley Castle, 12, 14,20, 31. 
 
 Berkeley of Stratton, Lord, 38, 
 47, 441, 456, 457, 458. 
 
 Berkhampstead, 205. 
 
 Bernage, 84, 135, 151, 290, 315, 
 367 ; seeks Swift's help in ob- 
 taining a commission, 104, 109 ; 
 Swift recommends him to the 
 Duke of Argyle, 117, 118, II9, 
 120, 124, 127, 128, 132, 141,
 
 INDEX 
 
 471 
 
 157 ; made captain-lieutenant, 
 128, 160; offers his colonel 
 money, 136, 140; returns from 
 Portugal, 230 ; in danger of 
 being superseded, 250, 251, 252, 
 259 ; on half-pay, 384. 
 Bernard. See Barnard. 
 Bertue, Mr., 189. 
 Berwick, the Duke of, 344. 
 Betty, Lady. See Butler, Ger- 
 
 maine and Harley. 
 Bettys, the two Lady, I2Sm. 
 Bible, Stella and the, 166, 217, 
 
 272, 37S. 
 Bickerstaff, Isaac, I4«., and 
 
 Tatler. 
 Biddy. See Floyd. 
 Birthday, the Queen's, 330, 331, 
 
 4-5, 426. 
 Birdiday, Swift's, 64, 84, 314 «. 
 Bishop, the. See Clogher. 
 Bishops, the Irish, 36, 45, 58, 59, 
 
 61, 86, 222, 224. 
 Bisse, Dr. , Bishop of St. David's, 
 
 made Bishop of Hereford, 412, 
 
 419 n , 424 71. 
 Black Swan in Holborn, the, 449. 
 Blenheim, 224. 
 Blighe's corpse, 17. 
 Blith, young, anecdote about, 335 ; 
 
 offends the Duchess of Hamil- 
 ton, 437. 
 Blue-coat boys, 9. 
 Bolingbroke, Viscount. See St. 
 
 John. 
 Bolton, Dean of Derry, 30M., 39, 
 
 64. 
 Bolton, Duke of, 249 ; and see 
 
 Winchester. 
 Bothmar, Mr. , the Hanover envoy, 
 
 330. 
 Bouchain, the siege of, 224 k., 
 
 234, 240. 
 Box, sent to Stella by Swift, its 
 
 contents, 33 ; gone astray, 90, 
 
 91, 92, 96, 103, 115, 116, 119, 
 
 124, 139, 144, 150, 166, 17S, 
 
 182, 196, 199, 226, 260, 269, 
 
 277, 286, 314, 324, 34S. 
 Boyer, Abel, abuses Swift in a 
 
 pamphlet, 260 «. 
 
 Boyle, Mr., Secretary of State 
 
 turned out, 12, 373. 
 Bradley, Miss, 374. 
 Bradley, Mrs., 243, 244, 372, 374. 
 Bradley, "Old," 372, 375. 
 Bradley, " Young," 374. 
 Brag, Colonel, 67. 
 Brandon, Duke of. See Hamilton. 
 Brandy, 43, 59, 72. 
 Brawn, 83, 310, 406. 
 Brazil, taken by the French from 
 
 the Portuguese, 327. 
 Brazil tobacco. See Tobacco. 
 Bree, the Hill of, 125. 
 Brent, 385. 
 
 Brent, Mrs., Swift's housekeeper, 
 4«., 15, 42, no, 143, 158, 181, 
 248, 360, 376, 385, 409. 
 Brentford, 235, 242. 
 Bridgwater, Lady, 331. 
 Brihuega, the ] 'attle of, 82 n. 
 Bristol, 50, 79. 
 
 Bristol, Dr. Robinson, Bishop of, 
 envoy in Sweden, 233 ; made 
 Lord Privy Seal, 233 ; Dean of 
 Windsor, 235 ; Plenipotentiary 
 for the Peace, 284 ; goes to 
 Holland, 302, 304 ; disagrees 
 with Lord Strafford, 337. 
 "British Ambassadress's Speech to 
 the French King, The," 445 n. 
 Britton, Brigadier, Swift dines 
 
 with, 261, 270, 283. 
 Britton, Mrs., a wit, 261. 
 Broad, James, 322. 
 Broderick, Lord Chief Justice of 
 Ireland, put out, 77 ; in Lon- 
 don, 208. 
 Bromley , William, chosen Speaker, 
 
 60 n., death of his son, 141, 
 Bromley, " Young," 433. 
 Brooks, 166. 
 
 Brown, Dr. Bishop of Cork, 411. 
 Bruce, Lord, 308 n. 
 Brutus, 415. 
 
 Brydges, Mr., Postmaster-Gene- 
 ral, afterwards Duke of Chan- 
 dos, II «. ; his management 
 defended by St. John, 164 
 190 n. 
 Buckingham, the first Duke of, 282.
 
 472 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Buckingham, the Duke of, in 
 Charles II.'s time, 383. 
 
 Buckingham, John Sheffield, Duke 
 of, 47, 78 n., 147, 321 ; Swift 
 aftVonted with, 179 «., 216, 
 238. 
 
 Buckingham House, 172, 177. 
 
 Buckleberry or Bucklebury, 2iyn., 
 218. 
 
 Bull, a haberdasher, 8 n. 
 
 Bull, Dr. George, Bishop of St. 
 David's, 8 n. ; dies, 11 7t. 
 
 Bull, John. See " Law is a Bot- 
 tomless Pit." 
 
 Bullenbrook, Lord. See St. John. 
 
 Bumper Club, the, opened by 
 Estcourt, 41 n. 
 
 Bun, 417. 
 
 Buns, Chelsea, 169. 
 
 Burglars at Swift's lodgings, 316. 
 
 Burgundy (wine), 33, 35, 123, 140, 
 
 153. 154, 319, 440. 
 
 Burke, "Irish" Accountant- 
 Genera!, 444. 
 
 Burke, Mrs., Parnell's sister, 
 444. 
 
 Burlington, Lady, 309 «. 
 
 Burnet, Thomas, son of the Bishop 
 of Salisbury, said to be a Mo- 
 hock, 351 w. 
 
 Burton, Ben., a banker, 174 n,, 
 
 349> 350, 358- 
 Bu.y Street, Swift lodges in, 12, 
 
 17, 399 «M 432- 
 
 Bussiere, the Surgeon, 144 11. 
 
 Butler, Lady. See Lady Betty 
 Butler. 
 
 Butler, Lady Betty, daughter of 
 the Duke of Ormond, 12 «. , 
 189, 195. 344, 427.; intimate 
 with the Vanhomrighs, 128, 
 129, 139, 188, 197 ; her grief 
 for her sister, 413, 415. 
 
 Butler, Mrs. Ophy, 7 ; Swift dines 
 with, 95, 126 ; ill with an ague, 
 
 233- 
 Butler, Ophy, Swift dines with, 
 
 95- 
 
 Butler, Sir Matthew Dudley's, 
 
 71- 
 Buys, Monsieur, the Dutch Envoy, 
 
 at Harley's, 285, 287; at the 
 Mashams', 298, 301 ; refuses to 
 dine with Dr. Davenant, 293. 
 
 Cabinet, the Lords of the, to dine 
 
 with the Lord Treasurer, 340. 
 Cabinet Councils, 222, 235, 342, 
 
 350. 
 Cadogan, Lieutenant General, 
 
 71 «., 322. 
 Cadogan, Mrs. , goes with Swift to 
 
 the Tower, 72. 
 Caermarthen, Lady. See Lady 
 
 Betty Harley. 
 Caermarthen, the Marquis of, 
 
 marries Lady Betty Harley, 
 
 185, 398, 401, 402, 407, 409. 
 Caesar, Mr., Treasurer of the 
 
 Navy, 159; Swift dines with, 
 
 415. 
 Cairnes, Sir Alexander, a banker. 
 
 Swift has a bill upon, 191, 194, 
 
 199, 206, 208. 
 Cakehouse in Hyde Park, the, 
 
 393- 
 Cakes, Twelfth-Night, 96. 
 Calais, 333. 
 
 Cammock, Captain, 176. 
 Campain, Mr., one of the October 
 
 Club, 156. 
 Canal at Laracor, the, 377. 
 Canal, the, St. James' Park, iii, 
 
 113- 
 Cannons, 11 n. 
 
 Canterbury, Dean of. See Stan- 
 hope. 
 Capel Street, Dublin, 115, 117 «., 
 
 173, 206. 
 Carlisle, Dean of. See Atter- 
 
 bury. 
 Carmarthen, the Marquis of. See 
 
 Caermarthen. 
 Carps, 430. 
 Carr, Daniel, 425. 
 Carteret, Lady, 138; plays tricks 
 
 with Swift's hat, 1 89. 
 Carteret, Lord, 93, 127, 13S, 334 ; 
 
 trial between him and Lord 
 
 Lansdown, 390. 
 Cartoons of Raphael, the, 19. 
 " Case of Ireland's being liound by
 
 INDEX 
 
 473 
 
 Acts of Parliament in England 
 stated, The," 390 n. 
 
 Cashel, the Archbishop of, 64. 
 
 Castle, the. See Dublin. 
 
 Catalonia, the Duke of Argyle 
 sent in command to, 1 17. 
 
 Catherine, Mrs. Stoyte's sister, 
 129, 224; messages to, 49, 109, 
 126, 149, 167, 183, 241, 248, 
 257, 270, 282, 333, 370, 372, 
 388 ; her sevenpenny dinner, 
 315 ; gone to Wales, 358. 
 
 " Cato," Addison's tragedy, 450 ; 
 rehearsal of, 452, 456. 
 
 Catiline, the English, verses on 
 Harley, 294. 
 
 Caudres, de, Mrs., Stella's new 
 landlady, 117 «., 143. 
 
 Caufield, Colonel, 79. 
 
 Cecil, James, Earl of Salisbury, 
 67 n. 
 
 Chair, Swift meets with an acci- 
 dent in a, 125. 
 
 ChamVjerlain, Dr., 46. 
 
 Chamberlain, the Great. See 
 Lindsay. 
 
 Chamberlain, the Lord. See 
 Shrewsbury. 
 
 Chamberlain to King William, the. 
 See Jersey. 
 
 Champagne, 140, 153, 154, 155, 
 303, 364, 431, 440. 
 
 Chancellor, the, 9. 
 
 Chancellor, the Irish Lord, 54, 58, 
 70, 99, 133, 194, and see Cox, 
 Freeman, and Phipps. 
 
 Chancellor of the Exchequer, the. 
 See Benson. 
 
 Chancellor of the Exchequer in 
 Ireland, the. See Savage. 
 
 Chancellor, Vice, of Dublin Uni- 
 versity, 77 n., 78. 
 
 Chandos, Duke of. See Brydges. 
 
 Change, the, 349. 
 
 Chaplain's Table, the, at Windsor, 
 
 255- 
 
 " Character of the Earl of Whar- 
 ton, A Short," 39 n. 
 
 " Character of the Present Set of 
 Whigs, A," by Trap, 176. 
 
 Charles VI. of Spain, 12 ; suc- 
 
 ceeds Joseph I. as Emperor, 
 
 160 «., 403. 
 Charterhouse, the, 14, 15, 240. 
 Chatelherault, the Dukedom of, 
 
 357 «., 360, 407, 408. 
 Chelsea, Swift lodges at Church 
 
 Street, 163 — 205 ; walks from 
 
 London to, iSo, 208, 211, 232, 
 
 354, 433, 478. 
 Chelsea Buns, 169. 
 Chelsea, a house near. See Sand- 
 ford Manor House. 
 Cherries, Kentish, 205. 
 Chess, 242. 
 Chester, 3, 17, 27, 116, 191, 457, 
 
 464, 465. 
 Chester, Dr. Francis Gastrell, 
 
 Bishop of. See Gastrell. 
 Chestnuts, 275. 
 Child, the double Squire of Farn- 
 
 ham, 279. 
 China, 39. 
 Chocolate, 17, 21, 33, 45, 66, 75, 
 
 80, 119, 144, 150, 274, 439. _ 
 Chocolate houses, 52, 334 ; Ozin- 
 
 da's, 363. 
 Chocolate-pot, 412. 
 Cholmondeley, Lord, 296 «., 437 ; 
 
 loses office, 454. 
 Chomley. See Cholmondeley. 
 Chophouse, 22, 24, 72. 
 Christ Church, 322. 
 Christ Church, Dean of. See 
 
 Atterbury. 
 Christ Church, Swift's preaching 
 
 at, 48. 
 Christchurchmen, a dinner to, 355. 
 Christmas, 83, 304, 399. 
 Christmas boxes, 84. 
 " Chronicles, the," 378. 
 Churchill, Arabella, 244 n. 
 Church party, the, 337. 
 Church Street. See Chelsea. 
 Clarendon, the Earl of, 412 «. 
 Claret, 23, 33, 35, 55, 78, 102, 
 
 152, 234, 241, 242, 277, 440. 
 Clarges, Lady, 427, 430, 436. 
 Clarges, Sir Thomas, 427, 447. 
 Cleland, Colonel William, 449 n. 
 Clements, in danger of losing 
 
 his place. Archdeacon Walls
 
 474 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 recommends him to Swift, 57, 
 
 I3S> 15I) «■ ; related to Mr. 
 
 Pratt, 136 ; Swift recommends 
 
 him to Lord Anglesea, 157; 
 
 high in Lord Anglesea's favour, 
 
 335> 402. 
 Clergyman from Ireland, a, 180. 
 Clerk of Doctors' Commons, a, 
 
 27. 
 Clerk of the kitchen. See Ecker- 
 
 shall, James, and Lowman. 
 Cleve, Swift's cousin, 436. 
 Clevedon, Lord Orkney's place at, 
 
 383 «., 450. 
 Cliffden. See Clevedon. 
 Clogher, 167 ; Stella visits at, 65, 
 
 73, 169- 
 
 Clogher, Dr. St. George Ashe, 
 Bishop of, 4 «., 18, 25, 32, 33, 
 56, 63, 64, 73, 84, 89, 93 «., 
 107, 109, 132, 147, 193, 221, 
 361, 363; messages to, 4 n., 
 14, 17, 31, 69, 70,'"8i, 258, 367 ; 
 Swift writes to, 5, 15, 44, 58, 
 129, 163, 269, 273, 295, 321, 
 359, 360, 373 ; letters from, 30, 
 45, 61, 65, 78, 150, 151, 165, 
 199, 202, 204, 218, 262, 303, 
 335, 339 «•, 348, 354; Swift 
 solicits on his behalf, 77, loi ; 
 solicits Swift's interest on behalf 
 of Clements, 151, 157 ; his 
 statues, 269, 282 ; recommends 
 Newcomb to Swift, 354 ; visits 
 Stella, 359 ; in London, 374, 
 377, 37S, 3S1, 3S6, 402, 407, 
 408, 410, 419, 424, 426, 429, 
 432, 443, 444, 449, 452, 455, 
 460 ; Swift dines with, 396, 409 ; 
 buys pictures, 409, 446 ; a trick 
 played upon, 443, 451 ; at the 
 rehearsal of Cato, 452. 
 
 Cloyne, George Berkeley, Bishop 
 of, 273, 314, 327, 456, 457, 
 
 459- 
 Club. See Beefsteak, Bumper, 
 
 October, Saturday, and Society. 
 Cockburn, Dr. Swift's physician, 
 
 6 «., 17, 43, no, 259, 372; 
 
 Swift dines with, 6 w. , 43, 7S, 
 
 106, 237, 2S3. 
 
 Cockburn, Mr., 295. 
 
 Cockpit, the, 4 «., 18, 316 «., 
 
 319, 459- 
 Coffee-house, the, 22, 30, 34, 37, 
 
 42, 43, 46, so, 54, 55, 57, 77, 
 
 84, 186. 
 Coffee-house. See Robin's, St. 
 
 James', and Smyrna. 
 Coghil, Dr. Marmaduke, 202, 390, 
 
 424, 461 ; his marriage broken 
 
 off, 202 n. ; in town, 354, 361. 
 Coghill. See Coghil. 
 Coke, Mrs. Thomas, a toast, 220. 
 Coke, Thomas, Vice-Chamberlain, 
 
 219 M., 220, 221, 222, 227. 
 Colchester, 27. 
 Collar-day, S3. 
 "Collection of the Records of the 
 
 Tower," Rymer's. See Foedera. 
 Colledge, Mrs., King William's 
 
 sempstress, 17S «., 258. 
 Colledge, Stephen, the Protestant 
 
 joiner, 178 «., 258. 
 College, Trinity, 437, 438. 
 Colonel, Bernage's. See Fielding, 
 Colt, Sir Henry Dutton, whig 
 
 candidate for Westminster, 22 n. 
 "Comment on Hare's Sermon," 
 
 by Mrs. Manley, 274. 
 Commissioners of Accounts, 323. 
 Commissioners of Customs, 197, 
 
 208, 320, 334. 
 Commissioners of Revenue in 
 
 Ireland, 68 n., 19S, 141, 152, 
 
 153, 154, 159, 162, 273._ 
 Commissioners of Wine Licenses, 
 
 195- 
 Commons, the House of, 296, 
 
 298, 304, 321, 329, 330, 337, 
 339, 346, 352, 370, 432; 
 
 Compton, Dr. Henry, Bishop of 
 London, 228, 3S6 n, 
 
 Compton, James Lord, invites 
 Swift to dine ^^•ith the October 
 Club, 156 ; created a peer, 
 30S n. 
 
 Comptroller of the Household, 
 the. See Holland. 
 
 "Conduct of the Allies," the, 
 pamphlet by Swift, 286, 287, 
 400 ; runs into several editions.
 
 INDEX 
 
 475 
 
 288, 289, 291, 292, 294, 302, 
 
 315, 327 ; Dr. Davenant sus- 
 pected of writing, 293 ; men- 
 tioned in the House of Parlia- 
 ment, 293, 329, 337 ; Morphew, 
 called to account for publishing, 
 299 ; its success in Ireland, 330, 
 332, 333 ; answers to, 361. 
 
 Confectioner, the French ambas- 
 sador's, 421. 
 
 Conformity Bill, the Occasional, 
 
 30O: 
 
 ,0^. 
 
 Congreve, William, the poet, 38, 
 41, 46, 65, 67, 206, 260; suffer- 
 ing from Cataract, 38,75, 203, 
 312 ; writes a Tatler, 121 ; 
 Swift dines with, 122 ; Swift 
 recommends him to Harley's 
 protection, 195, 202, 203, 207, 
 406 ; his plays, 269. 
 
 Conolly, 16 n., 120, 314. 
 
 Connor, 397. 
 
 Connor, Mrs. 397. 
 
 Contes de Fees, 327. 
 
 Convocation, 4, 36, 169, 177, 222, 
 
 331. 
 
 Cook, Mr., 281. 
 
 Coote, Charles, Earl of Montrath. 
 See Montrath. 
 
 Coote, Henry, brother of Lord 
 Montrath, 27 «., 242, 267 n. ; 
 Swift dines with, 231, 270. 
 
 Coote, Judge, 265, 307. 
 
 Cope, Mr., 119. 
 
 Cork, Dr. Brown, Bishop of, 411. 
 
 Cotesworth, Dr., St. John lodges 
 with, 260. 
 
 Counterfeit stamped paper, 20, 28. 
 
 Countess Doll of Meath. See 
 Meath. 
 
 Countess, a Scotch, 286. 
 
 Court, the, at Hampton Court, 18, 
 19, 21, 268-2S5 ; in London, 66- 
 140, 301, et seq. ; at Windsor, 
 215-268; at Kensington, 367. 
 
 Court of Requests. See Requests. 
 
 Cowper, Lord, opposes the Ad- 
 dress, 454. 
 
 Cox, 58, 77. 
 
 Coxcomb, Sir Chancellor, 54. 
 
 Cranburn, 244. 
 
 Criers, street, 392, 399. 
 Cromwell's daughter. Lady Fal- 
 
 conberg, 53. 
 Cross, Miss, Dryden Leach in love 
 
 with, 103. 
 Crowe, Colonel, late governor of 
 
 Barbadoes, Swift dines with, 
 
 179, 193, 259, 355. 
 Crowe, William, death of, 39 n. ; 
 
 had lost his senses, 54. 
 Cue. See Kew. 
 Culpepper, 105. 
 Curl, Edward, publishes " Dr. 
 
 Swifts' Miscellanies," 176 n. 
 Curll. See Curl. 
 Curry, Mr., Stella's landlord, 3, 
 
 34, 115, 124, 151, 201, 206. 
 Curry, Mrs., 4 n., 33, 178 ; Stella 
 
 and Dingley leave, 117 n. 
 Cutts, Lord, Swift's attack on, in 
 
 "The Salamander," 267 n. 
 Cutts, Mrs., makes a complaint 
 
 against Swift, 267. 
 Cypher, Swift's, 132, 340. 
 
 Dalkeith, Lady, 433. 
 
 Dalrymple, Hew, President of the 
 Court of Session, 32 it. 
 
 Danby, William Henry, Earl of, 
 grandson of the Duke of Leeds, 
 dies of small pox at Utrecht, 
 225. 
 
 Danby, Peregrine Hyde, Earl of 
 younger brother of William, 
 proposed for the Society and op- 
 posed by Swift, 349. 
 
 Danvers, John, 388. 
 
 Darteneuf, Charles, 19 n., 92; 
 Swift dines with, 77, 141, 41 1, 
 450; an epicure, 128, 359; 
 takes care of two boxes for 
 Swift, 163. 
 
 Dartiquenave. See Darteneuf. 
 
 Dartmouth, Lord, Secretary of 
 State, 20, 37, 45, 57, 59, 159, 
 171, 182, 241, 275, 277, 284, 
 300, 302, 321, 361, 432, 459; 
 at Windsor, 218, 252, 253 ; 
 receives a rude letter from 
 Gallas, 269 ; at the Saturday 
 Club, 413.
 
 476 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Dauphin, death of the, 154, 337, 
 
 338- 
 Dauphiness, death of the, 337. 
 Dauphin's Sons, the, 337. 
 D'Avenant, or Davenant, Dr. 
 
 Charles, 46 n. ; suspected of 
 
 writing " The Conduct of the 
 
 AlHes," 293 ; suspected of 
 
 " Examiners," 323 n. 
 Davenant, Sir William, 46 n. 
 Davenant, Young, attacked by 
 
 supposed Mohocks, 351, 353. 
 David's Day, St., 345. 
 Davis, Mrs., of York, widow of a 
 
 schoolmaster, 432. 
 Dawson, Secretary to the Lord 
 
 Justices of Ireland, 30 n. 
 Dean thinks Swift wrote 
 
 "The Medley," 191. 
 Dean, the. See Sterne. 
 Deane. See Swift. 
 De Buys, Monsieur. See Buys. 
 De Caudres. See Caudres. 
 Deering. See Dering. 
 Delaval, the Portugal Envoy, 19, 
 
 66, 67 ; Swift dines with, 21, 
 
 22, 47, 65. 
 Deloney, Thomas, 218. 
 Denain, 379 «. 
 
 Deputy Treasurer, the appoint- 
 ment of, 151. 
 Dering, Charles, 165, I73' 
 Dering, Sir Cholmley, nephew of 
 
 Charles, killed in a duel by 
 
 Thornhill, 173, 225. 
 Devil Tavern, the, 27. 
 Devonshire, the Duke of. Lord 
 
 Steward, 11 ; turned out of 
 
 office, 12. 
 Diabetes, 383. 
 " Dialogues des Morts," by Fon- 
 
 tenelle, 275- 
 Diaper, a poet, 353 «., 358 ; Swift 
 
 presents him to Lord Boling- 
 
 broke, 4.03 ; very ill in a garret, 
 
 428. 
 Dilly. See Ashe, Dillon. 
 Dingley, Mrs. , the letters addressed 
 
 to ; goes to Wexford with 
 
 Stella, 169 - 247 ; returns to 
 
 Dublin, 247 ; lodges with the 
 
 Currys, 3 et seq. ; with Mrs. de 
 Caudres, 117 n, 143; Swift's 
 accounts with, 307 ; her brother, 
 427. 
 Dinglibus, Madam, nickname for 
 Mrs. Dingley, 49. 
 
 " Discourse upon Lying." See 
 " Art of Political Lying." 
 
 Dismal. See Nottingham. 
 
 " Dismal, Toland's Invitation to." 
 See " Toland's Invitation." 
 
 Disney, Colonel, 124, 430 ; Swift 
 engages his interest on behalf of 
 Bernage, 136 ; elected a mem- 
 ber of " The Society," 28S ; ill, 
 441, 442, 443, 446, 450. 
 
 " Dispensary, the," written by 
 Garth, 25 «., 29 n. 
 
 Dobbins, Mrs. 150. 
 
 Doblane, Lord. See Dupplin. 
 
 Doctors' Commons, A Clerk of, 
 28. 
 
 Doiley napkins, 162. 
 
 Doll of Meath, Countess. See 
 Meath. 
 
 Domville, WiUiam, 57 «., 64, 318, 
 356, 363 ; returned from Italy, 
 2S7 7z. ; Swift presents him to 
 Lewis and Prior, 288 ; to Lord 
 Harley, 2S9 ; Swift sups with, 
 317; dines with, 324, 361, 363. 
 
 Donnybrook, Mrs. Stoyte lives 
 at, 126 «., 138, 169, 173, 177, 
 187, 234, 245, 370. 
 
 Dopping, Samuel, 44 n., 50, 77, 
 78, 149. 
 
 Dorchester, Lord, 189. 
 
 "Double, Tom," the Third Part 
 of, 46. 
 
 Douglas, the Duke of, 316. 
 
 Dover, 240. 
 
 Downing, Sir John, married to 
 Miss Forester, 220 n. 
 
 Doyne, 77. 
 
 Drawing-room, the Queen's, 19, 
 215, 219, 416, 418. 
 
 Drayton, 14. 
 
 Drogheda, the Earl of, 172 «. 
 
 Dromore, Dr. Sterne, Bishop of. 
 See Sterne. 
 
 Dromore, Tobias Pullen, Bishop
 
 INDEX 
 
 477 
 
 of, 413; ill, 417, 418; his 
 death, 419. 
 
 Drury Lane, a fire in, 362. 
 
 " Dryades, or The Nymph's Pro- 
 phecy," 403. 
 
 Dublin, the Archbishop of, Dr. 
 King, 5, 18, 31, 36, 45, 51, 58, 
 90, 140, 147, 150, 191, 204, 
 233, 248, 262, 281, 282, 307 ; 
 Swift writes to, 5, 6, 7, 25, 26, 
 44, 45. 59, 61, 67, 86, 91, 94, 
 134, 135, 154, 225, 273, 295, 
 313, 357, 363 ; letters from, 84, 
 112, 144, 163, 182, 186, 222, 
 241,265,278; applies a story in 
 Tacitus to Harley's discredit, 
 153, 154, 163, 165, 171, 182 «., 
 337 n. ; Swift makes him ac- 
 quainted with the Duchess of 
 Shrewsbury, 357 ; his influence 
 over Sterne, 459. 
 
 Dublin, the Mayor of, 186, 191. 
 
 DubHn Castle, 30, 176. 
 
 Dublin Parish, Swift expects the 
 living of, 289. 
 
 Dublin University, Swift gets 
 Rymer's " Collection of the 
 Records of the Tower" for, 341. 
 
 Du Bois, Abbe, 251 n., 252. 
 
 Dudley, Lady Mary, 287. 
 
 Dudley, Sir Matthew, 7 n., 46 ; an 
 extraordinary letter from, 30 ; 
 Swift dines with, 37, 38, 70, 
 97, 145, 225, 262, 274, 279; 
 death of his butler, 71 ; in 
 danger of losing his place, 208, 
 211, 260, 262, 279, 320; turned 
 out, 334. 
 
 Duels, 91, 173, 225. 
 
 Duke, Dr., death of, 121 n. ; 
 funeral 122. 
 
 " Dunciad, The," 391 n., 449. 
 
 Duncombe, Alderman, death of, 
 154. 
 
 Dunlary, 4. 
 
 Dunkirk, 368, 374, 375, 376, 377, 
 
 384, 427- 
 Dupplin, George Henry Hay, Vis- 
 count, son-in-law to Harley, 
 23 «., 74, 224, 236, 323, 349, 
 407, 409, 433, 449 ; Swift dmes 
 
 with, 265, 266, 339, 429, 446; 
 a member of " The Society," 
 224, 311 ; created Baron Hay, 
 308 «. ; his daughter's christen- 
 ing, 421, 
 
 Dupplin, Lady, daughter of 
 Robert Harley, 278, 407. 
 
 Durham, the Bishop of, li n. 
 
 Dutch, the, 336, 342, 360, 387, 
 414, 416, 422. 
 
 Dutch news prims, 338. 
 
 D y, 14, 89. 
 
 Dyer's News Letter, 225. 
 
 Dyet, charged with counterfeiting 
 stamped paper, 20 w., 28. 
 
 Ear, Swift's, 17. 
 
 Earl, the sister of Mr., 1 16. 
 
 Eastcourt, Richard, 41 «., 122. 
 
 Easter Day, 451, 452. 
 
 East India House, robbery from, 
 
 271. 
 Echlin, minister of Belfast, 265, 
 
 266. 
 Echlin, young, 265. 
 Eckershall, Jemmy, Clerk of the 
 
 Kitchen, 253, 404. 
 Edgar, the, blown up in the 
 
 Thames, 260 n. 
 Edgworth, Colonel Ambrose, 
 
 33 «• 
 
 Edgworth, Mrs., Colonel Edg- 
 worth's widow, will take charge 
 of Stella's box at Chester, 116 ; 
 delay in starting, 124, 126, 133, 
 150; gets married at Chester, 
 178, 182. 
 
 Effigies of the Pope, Devil, etc., 
 seized on Queen Elizabeth's 
 birthday, 283 ; exhibited at 
 Whitehall, 284, 287, 291. 
 
 Egmont, Sir John Perceval, Earl of. 
 Sfe Perceval. 
 
 Egypt, 443- 
 
 Elections, Westminster, 22 ; Trim, 
 206. 
 
 Elizabeth, Queen, celebration of 
 her birthday. See Effigies. 
 
 Elliot, keeper of St. James' Coffee- 
 house, Swift christens his child, 
 56.
 
 478 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Eltee, nickname for Harley, 445. 
 See Harley. 
 
 Elwick, 368 ; married to Betty 
 Gery, 403. 
 
 Elwood, Dr., plays ombre with 
 Stella, 237 ; praises Swift's 
 works, 238 n. 
 
 Emperor, Charles VI., succeeds 
 his brother Joseph I., 160 «. ; 
 endeavours to continue the war, 
 282, 451. 
 
 Emperor, Joseph L, 20; his death, 
 160 w. 
 
 Emperor's Resident, the. See 
 rioffman. 
 
 Enniscorthy, See Inish-Corthy. 
 
 Enniskilling, 70. 
 
 Envoy, the Dutch. See Buys. 
 
 Envoy, the Emperor's. See Mea- 
 dows and Gallas. 
 
 Envoy, the Florence. See Moles- 
 worth. 
 
 Envoy, the French, 275. 
 
 Envoy, the Hanover. See Both- 
 mar. 
 
 Envoy, the Portugal. See Delaval. 
 
 Envoy, the Swedish, 441. 
 
 Epsom, 153. 
 
 Essex, Lady Jane Hyde, Countess 
 of. See Hyde. 
 
 Estcourt. See Eastcourt. 
 
 Eton, 217, 380. 
 
 Etrees, Duke d', 431, 434. 
 
 Eugene, Prince ; his visit to Eng- 
 land, 301, 312, 321 ; stays at 
 Leicester House, 312 ; at Court, 
 313. 318, 326; his wig, 313; 
 visits Lady Betty Germaine, 
 315; entertains the Duke of Or- 
 mond,3i6, 320; his appearance, 
 318, 334; preparing for the 
 Queen's birthday, 330 ; the 
 Queen gives him a diamond 
 sword, 331 ; dines with St. John, 
 338 ; dines with the Duke of 
 Ormond, 340. 
 
 Evans, Sir Stephen, ruined, 318. 
 
 " Evening Post," the, 394 «., 398. 
 
 Evil, the king's. See King's. 
 
 •'Examiner, The, "written by Swift, 
 81 «., 88«., 116 w., 123, 133 «., 
 
 165, 176 ; rundownbyMrs. Arm- 
 strong, 1 12 ; criticises the Duke 
 of Marlborough, 123, 133,322;/.; 
 "The iMedlev," a rival, 165; 
 praised by " The State of Wit," 
 176; change of authorship, 192, 
 J 93 "i 195 ; Ifiid down, 216, 
 227 ; Swift buys a set for Stella, 
 265, 273 ; printed in a small 
 volume, 271, 362; the various 
 authors of, 273 ; Swift promotes 
 a new series, 293, 325, 413, 416, 
 422, 440, 445, 446 ; reflects on 
 Lord Lansdown, 353, 363. 
 
 Exchange, the, 72, 249. 
 
 Exchequer business, Dingley's, 
 145, 262, 265, 419. 
 
 Expedition to Quebec, Hill's, 255, 
 257, 288. 
 
 Eyes, Stella's, 20 «., 32, 33, 35, 
 109, 127. 
 
 -, Mrs. 210. See Fenton. 
 
 Fable of Midas, the. See Alidas. 
 
 Falconberg, Lady, a daughter of 
 Oliver Cromwell, godmother to 
 Will Frankland's child, 53 n. 
 
 Falconbridge. See Falconberg. 
 
 Fan, Swift rahies for a, 154. 
 
 Farmer, the Golden. See Golden. 
 
 Farnham, 286, 2S8, 292, 423. 
 
 Farnngton, Lieutenant General, 
 46. 
 
 Felton, 282, 
 
 Fenlon, 248. 
 
 Fenton, Mrs. Jane, Swift's sister, 
 58 w., 76, 81, 91, 240 n., 246 ; 
 with Lady Giffard, 240, 246 ; 
 visits Swift, 240, 367 ; her mis- 
 fortunes, 58 n., 248, 384: de- 
 sires Swift to befriend her son, 
 
 384- 
 Ferris, Lord Berkeley's Steward, 
 
 79- 
 Fetherston, 357. 
 Fever, A new, at Windsor, 380, 
 
 387- 
 
 Ffoulkes, his death, 451, 452. 
 
 Fielding, Colonel, Bernage's Col- 
 onel, 124, 128, 136, 250. 
 
 Fielding, George, 254.
 
 INDEX 
 
 479 
 
 I <( 
 
 I 
 
 Figs, 226, 234, 239. 
 
 Filby, Stella's brother-in-law, 396, 
 398, 425 n. ; Swift recommends 
 him to Griffin, 396, 431, 432, 
 433) 435 > Griffin obtains him a 
 better place, 445. 
 
 Finch, Daniel, Earl of Notting- 
 ham. See Nottingham. 
 
 Finch, Heneage, becomes Earl of 
 Winchelsea, 381 n. 
 
 Finch, Mr., Lord Guernsey's son, 
 
 156. 
 
 Finch, Mr., Lord Nottingham's 
 son, 270. 
 
 Finch, Mrs. Anne, daughter of 
 Sir William Kingsmill, wife of 
 Heneage Finch, 186; Countess 
 of Winchelsea, 381 n. 
 
 Finglass, 93 «., 169, 263. 
 
 Fires, at SirW. Wyndham's, 346, 
 347 : in Drury Lane, 362 ; at 
 the Duke d'Aumont's, 420, 421. 
 
 Firsi-Fruits of England, 204. 
 
 First Fruits of ingratitude, 262. 
 
 First-Fruits of Ireland Bill, 8, 
 II «., 34, 58, 59, 63, 74, 81, 
 130, 131, 165, 192, 204, 222, 
 225, 233, 263 ; the (lueen gives 
 her consent to, 32, 36, 44, 86, 
 87 ; the warrant drawn, 91, 94: 
 passed, 117, 207, 376, 448. 
 
 Fitzharding, Lady Orkney's sister, 
 
 .392- 
 
 Fitzmaurice, Mr., Lord Kerry's 
 son, 433. 
 
 Flanders, 27, 417, 432 : the army 
 in, 324, 362. 
 
 Florence envoy, the. See Moles- 
 worth. 
 
 Florence wine, 25, 98, 174, 278; 
 St. John gives Swift a chest of, 
 1 59 ; Swift sends it to Mrs. Van- 
 homrigh's, 163, 169; turns sour, 
 164, 182, 185, 187. 
 
 Floyd, Biddy, has the small-pox, 
 138 «., 141, 143; recovered, 
 172 «., 257, 261 ; verses upon, 
 138 «., 259. 
 
 Floyd, Mrs., of Chester, 258, 259. 
 
 "Flying Post, The," 381 ; amalga- 
 mated with "The Medley, "39 1. 
 
 F n, thought to stand for 
 
 Felton, ur Frenchman, 282. 
 •'Foddera," Rymer's 177 «., 341, 
 
 344. 369- 
 Foley, Thomas, 164, 165 ; made 
 
 Baron Foley, 308 n. 
 Fontenelle, Monsieur, Secretary 
 
 of the Royal Academy of France, 
 
 275- 
 Footman, burial of Dr. King's, 
 
 303- 
 
 Footman, Lady Giffard's, 375. 
 
 Footmen's parliament, the, 60 n. 
 
 Forbes, 272. 
 
 Forbes, Lord, 212, 213. 
 
 Ford, Charles, 8 n. , 43, 60, 94, 98, 
 III, 112, 114, ii5, 133, 137, 
 139, 158, it)i, 184, i«8, 256, 
 272, 3^1, 311, 317, 356, 436, 
 439 ; Swift presents him to the 
 Duke of Ormond, 8 ; to Lewis, 
 76, 85; to St. John, 155; 
 Swift's neighbour, 41, 78, 86; 
 Swift dines with him, 53, 62, 
 67, 86, 99, 101, 103, 105, no, 
 113, 119, 124, 127, 132, 156, 
 173, 182, 196; his birthday, 
 III ; dines with St. John, 155; 
 leaves town, 196 ; returns to 
 town, 298 ; involved in Strat- 
 ford's losses, 317, 318, 346; 
 copies out a pamphlet for 
 Swift ; made gazetteer, 374, 
 
 377- 
 
 Foreigners. See Naturalizing. 
 
 Forester, Miss, a maid of honour, 
 220, 251 ; married to Sir John 
 Downing, 220 n. 
 
 Fountaine, Sir Andrew, 22 «., 27, 
 28, 30, 39, 119, 209, 270, 276, 
 283, 284, 447, 451, 452; Swift 
 dines with, 25, 56, 200, 201, 
 425, 426, 432, 440 ; his illness, 
 85, 86, 88, 92, 94, 95, 98, loi, 
 103, 116, 124, 157 ; his mother 
 and sister, 94, 95, 103, 124; 
 visits Mrs. Vanhomrigh, 128, 
 146, 163, 169, 187, 188, 197, 
 198, 205, 259, 272, 282, 301, 
 303- 338 ; his new house, 200 ; 
 his bad leg, 423, 426, 431 ; plays
 
 48o 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 a trick on the bishop, 443 ; at 
 the Duke of Kent's, 449. 
 
 France, peace settled with, 251, 
 381, 423, 424, 432, 442. 
 
 France, the king of, 357. 
 
 Francis, Dean, 398. 
 
 Frankland, Mrs., 6, 14, 231. 
 
 Frankland, Sir Thomas, Post- 
 master General, 6 «., 7, 15, I9> 
 74, 77, 182, 191, 193; Swift 
 dines with, 96 ; his eldest son, 
 
 77- 
 Frankland, William, Comptroller 
 
 of the Post Office, son of Sir 
 Thomas, 6 «., 7, 15, 231 ; Swift 
 dines with, 14, 77 ; Swift chris- 
 tens his child, 53. 
 
 Frankfort, 261. 
 
 Freeman, Richard, Irish Lord 
 Chancellor, 54 n. ; his death, 
 63 n. 
 
 Freind, Colonel, 9 n. 
 
 Freind, Dr., 51 «., 58, 68, 131, 
 144, 160, 173, 176, 203, 206, 
 265, 294, 319, 329, 357 ; Swift 
 recommends him to be physician- 
 general, 350, 354. 
 
 Freind, Dr. Robert, second master 
 of Westminster school, 168, 329. 
 
 French, Mr., 128. 
 
 French Church, the, 417. 
 
 French envoys at Hampton Court, 
 275; at Windsor, 251. 
 
 French Minister, the, 443. 
 
 French, the, negociating about the 
 peace, 251, 275, 336, 360; take 
 Brazil from the Portuguese, 
 
 327- 
 
 Frenchman, that, 133. 
 
 French priest. See Gaultier. 
 
 Frenchwoman. See De Caudres. 
 
 Frowde, Swift interests himself in 
 his affairs, 279, 280, 291 ; his 
 sons, 279 ; his brother, 280. 
 
 Furmity, 348. 
 
 Gacco, a term in ombre, 433. 
 Gallas, Count, the Emperor's en- 
 voy, in disgrace, 269 n. 
 Gal way, 190. 
 Galway, Lord, an unsuccessful 
 
 general, 25 «. ; a defence of 
 his conduct, 276. 
 
 Gardens, at Hampton Court, 19; 
 at Kensington, 357 ; at Parson's 
 Green, 234. 
 
 Garraway's, 96. 
 
 Garth, Dr., author of "The Dis- 
 pensary," 25 11., 29 n., 41, 50, 
 225, 283 ; Swift dines with, 27. 
 
 Gastrel, Dr., a canon of Christ 
 Church, 196, 322 ; Swift dines 
 with him at Greenwich, 208 ; 
 at Windsor, 255 ; Bishop of 
 Chester, 455 n. 
 
 Gautier or Gualtier, Abbe, Envoy 
 from France, 251 n., 399, 400, 
 
 421, 435- 
 
 Gay, John, the poet, 176 n. 
 
 "Gazette, The," 37, 21 1 «., 229, 
 235, 309, 353. 
 
 Gazetteer, Steele loses the place 
 of, 37 ; the office of, 374 ; and 
 see Ford. 
 
 George, Prince, the queen's hus- 
 band, 223 n. ; born on leap-day, 
 
 345- ^,. , ^ 
 
 Germain, Lady Betty ; Elizabeth, 
 
 daughter of the Earl of Berkeley, 
 married to Sir John Germain, 
 14, 121, 13S, 259, 260, 261 ; 
 Swift dines with, 115, 1S9, 284; 
 visits Mrs. Vanhomrigh, ,128 «.; 
 her Whiggery, 261, 284 ; enter- 
 tains Prince Eugene, 315. 
 
 Germain, Sir John, 121. 
 
 Germany, 196. 
 
 Gernon, Stephen, a former servant 
 of Harry Tenison's, 185, 207. 
 
 Gerrard, Lord, 326 n. 
 
 Gery, Betty, married to Elwick, 
 
 403- 
 Gery, Mr., Rector of Litcombe, 
 
 Berks, 368, 403. 
 
 Gery, Moll, married to Wigmore, 
 423 n. 
 
 Giddiness, Swift suffers from, 4|, 
 44, 100, no. III, 113, 118, 
 120, 420 ; and see Head. 
 
 Giffard, or Gifford, Lady, Sir 
 William Temple's sister, 374, 
 388 ; differences between her
 
 INDEX 
 
 481 
 
 and Swift, 5 «., 10, 52, 90, 
 246 ; Bridget Johnson living 
 with, 10, 13, 41, 48, 52,53,56, 
 90, 106, 160, 248 ; holds money 
 of Stella's, 40, 48, 53, 56, 57, 
 90, 292 ; wishes to see Swift, 
 57 ; holds money of Mrs. Fen- 
 ton's, 81, 91 ; Mrs. Fentonwith 
 her, 240, 246 ; invites Swift to 
 Sheen, 246 ; her portrait, 335. 
 
 Ginger, preserved, 384. 
 
 Glasses. See Spectacles. 
 
 Globe in the Strand, the, 92. 
 
 Gloucester, the Bishop of, 333. 
 
 Godfrey, Colonel, married to Ara- 
 bella Churchill, 244, 245, 252, 
 
 255- 
 
 God-help-it, 238. 
 
 Godolphin, Lady, the Duke of 
 Marlborough's daughter, cuts 
 Swift, 436. 
 
 Godolphin, the Earl of, Lord- 
 Treasurer, 5 «., 17 «. ; out of 
 office, 145 n., 343, 373 ; satir- 
 ized by Swift in "Sid Hamet," 
 15 «. ; his death, 383 n. ; his 
 funeral, 386, 387. 
 
 Godwin, Swift's uncle, 343. 
 
 Goldbeaters' skin, 137. 
 
 "Golden Farmer, The," 188 n. 
 
 Golden Square, St. John's House 
 in, 260. 
 
 Good Friday, 450. 
 
 Goodman Peasley and Isaac, i i6m. 
 
 Goose, a Michaelmas, 17. 
 
 Gooseberries, 153, 374. 
 
 Gore, Lady, and her child, 263. 
 
 Gore, Mr., Swift dines with, 55. 
 
 Gorge, General, 452. 
 
 Grafton, the Duchess of, wife of 
 Sir Thomas Hanmer, 285 n., 
 
 432, 434> 437, 447- 
 Grafton, the Duke of, 285 n. 
 Grafton, the young Duke of, 434. 
 Graham, Colonel, 188. 
 Graham, Dr., Dean of Wells, 
 
 death of, 358 n. 
 Grandmother, Swift's, 433. 
 Grange, the, 225. 
 Granville, George, Secretary at 
 
 War, 104, 127, 154 «., 159, 
 
 II. I 
 
 233> 237, 239, 241 ; Swift ob- 
 tains his interest for Bernage, 
 104, 250, 25 1 ; Swift dines with, 
 161 ; a member of the "So- 
 ciety," 205 ; ill, 258 ; created 
 Baron Lansdowne, 154 n., 308 
 «., 322, 323, 326 ; offended at 
 the " Examiner," 353, 363 ; 
 married to Lady Mary Thynne, 
 311 ; lawsuit with Lord Car- 
 teret, 390. 
 
 Grapes, 17, 226, 234. 
 
 Grattan, Charles, 448 n. 
 
 Gravel-pits, Kensington, 278 n. 
 
 Great-grandfather's picture. 
 Swift's, 343. 
 
 Green, surgeon to Harley, 210. 
 
 Green Cloth, at Windsor, Swift 
 dines at the, 219, 221, 244, 245, 
 251, 252. 
 
 Green Well, the, 126. 
 
 Greenwich, 208. 
 
 Gregg, a clerk of Harley's, hanged, 
 227 n. ; letter to the Lords 
 about, 227, 274. 
 
 Gresham College, 72. 
 
 Grifiin, Mr. Swift recommends 
 Filby to, 396, 431, 432, 433, 
 
 435> 445- 
 
 Griffith, Dr., 338, 436,437- 
 
 Griffyth, 76, 152. 
 
 Grub Street, iii, 225, 283, 291, 
 293, 294, 302, 320, 322, 352, 
 377, 379, 380, 391, 393, 394, 
 398. 
 
 Gualtier, the Abbe. See Gautier. 
 
 " Guardian, The," published by 
 Steele, 450. 
 
 Guernsey, Lord, 156. 
 
 Guildhall, the, 9. 
 
 Guillim's " Heraldry," 343. 
 
 Guiscard, the Marquis de, stabs 
 Harley, 135 «., 171,282,439; 
 his death, 138, 139, 156; his 
 mistress, 138; his body ex- 
 hibited, 143 ; an account of, 
 165, 274; his picture, 339. 
 
 Gumdragon, 345. 
 
 Guy Fawkes procession, 276. 
 
 Gwynne, Nell, her house. See 
 Sandford Manor House. 
 
 I
 
 482 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 H , a worthless Irish fellow, 
 
 121. 
 
 Hague, the, 160, 353. 
 
 Hales, 396. 
 
 Halifax, Lord, 19, 20, 29, 107, 
 186, 301, 420; Swift dines 
 with him, 19, 61 ; at Hampton 
 Court, 19, 21 ; at Windsor, 
 255 ; entertains Lord Oxford, 
 
 444 ; opposes the Address, 454. 
 Hamburg, 208, 223, 387. 
 Hamilton, Colonel, second to the 
 
 Duke of Hamilton in his duel, 
 393 ; his trial, 397. 
 
 Hamilton, General, 459. 
 
 Hamilton, Lord George. See 
 Orkney. 
 
 Hamilton, the Duchess of, daughter 
 of Lord Gerrard, 256, 399, 427, 
 440 ; Lady Oglethorp intro- 
 duces Swift to, 256 ; visits 
 Swift, 326 «., 367 ; Swift visits, 
 
 361, 395. 400> 415. 437 ; makes 
 Swift a pocket for his snuff-box, 
 384 ; her grief for her husband, 
 393.394,395.400,415; offended 
 with young Blith, 437. 
 
 Hamilton, the Duke of, 216 «., 
 383 w., 398 ; created Duke of 
 Brandon, 3J91 his peerage dis- 
 allowed, 319 n., 328, 329; 
 claims the dukedom of Chatel- 
 herault, 351, 401, 407, 41S ; 
 gives Swift a snuff-box, 391, 
 392 ; killed in a duel with Lord 
 Mohun, 392, 393, 395, 397, 
 398. 437. 454 ; inquest on, 394 ; 
 his brothers, 383 n. , 408. 
 
 Hamilton, the " Old " Duchess of, 
 408. 
 
 Hammersmith, 371. 
 
 Ham -pie, 19 «. 
 
 Hampstead, 8-13. 
 
 Hampton Court, 18, 19, 21, 34, 
 211, 225, 256, 259, 261, 268, 
 271, 272, 275, 281, 283, 284. 
 
 Hanmer, Sir Thomas, 54 «., 68, 
 156, 432, 434, 447, 454, 456; 
 Swift dines with, 85, 285, 437, 
 
 445 ; married to the Duchess of 
 Grafton, 285 ; draws up the Re- 
 
 presentation of the State of the 
 Nation to the Queen, 340, 341, 
 342, 344 ; ill, 450. 
 
 Hannah, 224, and see Catherine. 
 
 Hanover, 196, 252, 304, 311, 
 
 314- 
 Hanover Envoy. See Bothmar. 
 Harcourt, Lady, 415. 
 Harcourt, Sir Simon, Lord Keeper, 
 
 9, 10, n, 47, 80 «., 148, 158, 
 
 161, 173, 175, 176, 178, iSo, 
 205, 209, 221, 234, 235, 243, 
 244, 245, 251, 252, 255, 264, 
 
 294. 314. 321. 350, 403. 414, 
 415, 446, 447 ; Attorney-Gene- 
 ral, II, 26; Swift presented to 
 him by Harley, 26 ; dines with 
 Harley every Saturday, 122, 130, 
 
 162, 171, 175, 413; Swift dines 
 with, 159, 425; at Windsor, 
 221, 229, 235, 239, 246, 256; 
 his membership of " the Society " 
 opposed by Swift, 194 ; his 
 opinion of Swift, 256 ; ill, 421, 
 423, 439, 440 ; Speaker, 423 ; 
 his portrait, 434. 
 
 Harcourt, young. Lord Keeper's 
 son, 161, 178, 244, 415; gets 
 drunk, 161 ; admitted to " the 
 Society," 194, 293, 294; Swift 
 dines with, 205. 
 
 Harcourt, young Mrs., 415. 
 
 Hare, St John's Under Secretary, 
 222. 
 
 Hare's Sermon, commentary on, 
 by Mrs. Manley, 274. 
 
 Harley, Lady Elizabeth or Betty, 
 daughter of Robert Harley, Earl 
 of Oxford, 185; married to the 
 Marquis of Caermarthen, 397, 
 398, 401, 402, 407, 409, 452. 
 
 Harley, Mrs. 80, 1S5, 280, 331, 
 407,411. 1 
 
 Harley, Robert, Chancellor of the 
 Exchequer, 17 w., 18, 19, 20, 31, . 
 35, 42, 47, 48, 51, 77, 78, 79, 
 84, 86, 99, 103, 104, 120, 126, 
 148, 170, 174, 176 ; his kindness 
 to Swift, 21, 23, 24, 25, 49, 52, 
 
 57, 399. 416, 424, 426, 431. 433. 
 437 ; manages the First Fruits
 
 INDEX 
 
 483 
 
 business, 22, 26, 33, 34, 36, 40, 
 
 41, 43. 50, 55> 58, 59> 61, 74, 
 81, 91, 117, 192, 204, 207, 222, 
 223, 225, 248, 263 ; Swift dines 
 with, 26, 32, 36, 44, 46, 56, 61, 
 68, 80, 87, 113, 164, 175, 185, 
 
 197, 210, 212, 214, 223, 224, 
 226, 233, 239, 241, 250, 258, 
 321, 32S, 355, 363, 379, 395, 
 
 397, 403, 412, 413, 415, 416, 
 417, 418, 419, 421, 424, 427, 
 
 431, 435, 436, 438, 441, 442, 
 443, 444, 448, 453, 454, 455, 
 458,461 ; his ill health, 38, 131, 
 132, 261, 262, 264, 265, 267, 
 268, 269, 271, 272, 276, 280, 
 288, 289, 349, 350, 351, 386, 
 388, 406, 407, 41 1 ; Steele of- 
 fends him, 37, 76, 112, 139; 
 with the Queen, 47, 161, 222, 
 305, 306, 322, 458 ; his health 
 ■drunk in Dublin, 67 ; effigies 
 made to resemble him, 71, 284 ; 
 Swift at his levees, 80, 130, 214, 
 218, 344; protects the Bishop 
 of Clogher, loi ; sends Swift a 
 banknote, 1 14 «., 121, 122, 
 l^on.; Swift recommends Sterne 
 to, 1 30; Guiscard's attempt on 
 his life, 134, 135, 136, 137, 139, 
 141, 143, 144, 146, 147, 149, 
 150, 152, 156, 159, 166, 171, 
 210, 339, 340, 350, 439; the 
 Archbishop of Dublin's sermon 
 upon, 153, 163, 165, 182, 337; 
 his late hours, 113, 121, 224, 
 239, 243, 245, 246, 251, 252, 
 255, 259, 260, 344, 402, 440; 
 Lord Treasurer, 155, 158, 162, 
 186, 187, 188, 189, 193, 194, 
 
 198, 201, 203, 205, 208, 227, 
 228, 232, 235, 240, 249, 285, 
 287, 290, 297, 301, 302, 303, 
 307, 311, 312, 314, 327, 332, 
 336, 341, 347, 352, 362, 391, 
 394, 407, 408, 423, 425, 426, 
 427, 429, 432, 450, 456, 464; 
 differences with St. John, 165, 
 172, 263, 265, 273, 382 «., 390 ; 
 his carelessness, procrastination 
 and neglect of party interests, 
 
 168, 197, 224, 277, 293, 295, 
 
 296, 329, 343, 442, 445, 457 ; 
 his Saturday club, 171 (see 
 Saturday) ; created Earl of Ox- 
 ford, etc., 173, 175, 178, 180, 
 183, 184 ; the Society and, 194, 
 349, 418, 42S ; Phillips begs 
 for his patronage, 201 ; at Wind- 
 sor, 202, 212, 215, 216, 218, 
 219, 220, 221, 224, 234, 235, 
 
 239, 243, 24s, 246, 251, 252, 
 255, 259 ; his intimacy with 
 Mrs. Masham, 223, 236, 280, 
 298, 300, 313, 316, 319, 326, 
 331, 335, 338, 341, 344, 348, 
 357, 360, 363, 372, 374; deaf 
 with the left ear, 237 ; a ballad 
 against, 268 ; receives threaten- 
 ing letters and verses, 280, 281, 
 282 ; his house in danger, 283 ; 
 suggests alterations in the "Con- 
 duct of the Allies," 291, 292; 
 suggests verses on Lord Notting- 
 ham, 294 ; his birthday, 294 ; 
 his dislike to the Duke of Marl- 
 borough, 310; his Arabian horse, 
 343 ; befriends Sacheverell's 
 brother, 356 ; at Kensington, 
 369, 370 ; confutes the Bishop 
 of Worcester, 375 ; Lady Ork- 
 ney and, 383 ; executor to Lord 
 Rivers, 387 ; his patronage of 
 the "Academy, etc.," 392; the 
 Bandbox Plot against, 393 «., 
 398 ; the Duchess of Hamilton 
 and, 395 ; at Wimbledon, 401, 
 452 ; his family, 80, 278, 331, 
 409, 443 ; his patronage of Par- 
 nell, 422, 444 ; at Sir Thos. 
 Hanmer's, 434 ; at Westminster 
 School, 446 ; Swift demands 
 preferment from, 456, 457, 458, 
 
 459, 463- 
 
 Harley, Thomas, Secretary to the 
 Treasury, 185, 427 ; Swift re- 
 commends Sterne's business to, 
 196, 198 n., 203 ; turned out of 
 "The Society," 311; Swift dines 
 with, 462. 
 
 Harley's brother, 99, 174, 193, 
 
 240, 296.
 
 484 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 " Harley's Physician, Verses to 
 
 Mr.," 339 n. 
 Harley's Son, young Harley, 23, 
 137, 401, 407, 433 ; elected to 
 the " Society," 194 ; becomes 
 Lord Harley, 223, 236, 243, 
 255, 264, 276, 285, 291, 294, 
 296 ; his marriage to the Duke 
 of Newcastle's daughter,- 277 ; 
 Swift introduces Domville to 
 him, 288, 289. 
 Harley's sons-in-law. See Caer- 
 
 rnarthen and Dupplin. 
 "Harris's Petition, Mrs. Frances," 
 
 265 n. 
 Harrison, William, a poet, a pro- 
 tege of Swift's, 29 «., 92, 202 ; 
 Swift sets him up in a new 
 " Tatler," 99, 100, loi, 119, 
 121, 128, 138 ; quarrels with his 
 printer, Dryden Leach, 103, 
 112; Swift introduces him to 
 St. John, 113 ; appointed Secre- 
 tary to Lord Raby at the 
 Hague, 138, 160 ; appointed 
 Queen's Secretary at The 
 Hague, 353, 428 ; returns from 
 Utrecht, 422 ; ill, 428 ; his 
 death, 428 ; funeral, 429. 
 Harrison's mother, 428, 430, 447. 
 Harrison's sister, 42S, 430. 
 Harstonge, Dr., Bishop of Ossory. 
 
 See Ossory. 
 Hart, printer of "The Ambass- 
 adress," 445 n. 
 Hatton, Lord, 270. 
 Hatton Garden, 77. 
 Hawkshaw, Dr., takes charge of 
 Stella's box, 33, 61, 75, 90; 
 money transactions with, 117, 
 209, 226, 250, 264, 2S0, 289, 
 388, 415- 
 Hay, George Henry, Viscount 
 Dupplin, Baron Hay. See 
 Dupplin. 
 Haymarket, the, 346. 
 Health, Swift's, 122, 127, 154, 
 158, 159, 161, 177, 205, 209, 
 234. 237, 264, 267, 330, 342, 
 382, 3S4, 3S8, 424, 427, 436, 
 443 ; and see Giddiness. 
 
 Henley, Anthony, son of Sir 
 Robert, 29 w., 67, 79, 93, 152, 
 155, 186 ; his death, 225. 
 
 Henley, Sir Robert, 29 n. 
 
 Herbert, Lord, 91, 93. 
 
 Herb porridge, 348. 
 
 Hereford, Bishopric of, 418 «., 
 419. 
 
 Hereford, Dr. Bisse, Bishop of. 
 See Bisse. 
 
 Hermitage (wine), 34. 
 
 Herpes Miliaris, 366. 
 
 Herrings, 258, 262, 269, 275, 277. 
 
 Hertford, Lord, son of the Duke 
 of Somerset, 89 n. 
 
 Hickman, Bishop, death of, 186. 
 
 Hiera Picra, 446 n. 
 
 Higgins, 176 w., 278, 328, 369, 
 
 372, 378, 398. 
 
 Higgins, Mrs., 455. 
 
 Hill, Abigail. See Masham. 
 
 Hill, Brigadier John, brother to 
 Mrs. Masham, 124, 127, 322 ; 
 commands an expedition to 
 Quebec, 168 ; failure of the ex- 
 pedition, 255, 257, 259, 260: 
 elected on to the Society, 288, 
 427 ; appointed Governor of 
 Dunkirk, 374, 375, 376, 379; 
 gives Swift a snuff-box, 3S4 n. ; 
 Swift dines with, 406. 
 
 Hill, Colonel, 120. 
 
 Hill, Jack. See Brigadier Hill. 
 
 Hill, Mrs., sister to Mrs. Masham, 
 woman of the bedchamber to 
 the Queen, 236, 243, 244, 253, 
 254, 255, 306, 331, 341, 351, 
 402. 
 
 Hill, Richard, a brother of Mrs. 
 Masham, "jx n. 
 
 "Historyofthe Maids of Honour," 
 sham subscription for, 244, 245, 
 246, 254. 
 
 "History of the Peace of Utrecht," 
 
 397, 405, 417, 418, 463 «• 
 Hoadley, Benjamin, 8 n. 
 Hockley in the Hole, 192. 
 Hoffman, the Emperor's Resident, 
 
 301, 313- 
 Hogarth, his Marriage a la Mode, 
 449 «.
 
 INDEX 
 
 48s 
 
 Holborn, 449. 
 
 Holland, 251, 256, 329, 330, 334, 
 
 336, 345. 403. 442 ; shirts from, 
 
 422. 
 Holland, Sir John, Comptroller 
 
 of the Household, 10, 23, 46, 
 
 loi, 145 n. ; Swift dines with, 
 
 15, 17- 
 
 Holies, John, Duke of Newcastle, 
 death of, 212 w. 
 
 Holyhead, 464. 
 
 Honeycomb, Will, the original 
 of, 449 n. 
 
 Honey wood, Colonel, 71 w. 
 
 Horace, 375. 
 
 Horse, the Master of the. See 
 Poulet. 
 
 Hough, Dr. John, Bishop of 
 Lichfield. See Lichfield. 
 
 Houghers of cattle, 362. 
 
 How, Jack, Paymaster of the 
 Forces, 23 n. 
 
 " Hue and Cry after Dismal." See 
 "Toland's Invitation." 
 
 Hungary water, 364. 
 
 Hyde, Lady, 19 ; afterwards Lady 
 Rochester, 254. 
 
 Hyde, Lady Catherine, daughter 
 of Laurence, Earl of Rochester, 
 328 ; afterwards Duchess of 
 Queensberry, 431 «., 433. 
 
 Hyde, Lady Jane, daughter of 
 Henry, Earl of Rochester, after- 
 wards Countess of Essex, 211, 
 327, 328. 
 
 Hyde, Laurence, Earl of Roches- 
 ter, Lord President. See 
 Rochester. 
 
 Hyde, Henry, Lord, eldest son of 
 the Earl of Rochester, Vice- 
 Treasurer of Ireland, 19, 57 «., 
 151 ; becomes Earl of Rochester, 
 170 «., 211, 309, 327, 412 M. 
 
 Hyde Park, 121, 343, 393. 
 
 Hyde Park Corner, 194. 
 
 Inchequin, Lord, 327. 
 Ingoldsby, 77, 165, 276, 328 ; at 
 
 Windsor, 234, 235. 
 Inheritance, French law of, 357 n. 
 Inish-Corthy, 247, 257 «., 44S «. 
 
 " Invitation to Dismal, Toland's." 
 See Toland. 
 
 Ireland, the Bishops of. See 
 Bishops. 
 
 Irish Club, An, 70. 
 
 Irishmen, Swift dines with three, 
 119. 
 
 Irish Parliament. See Parlia- 
 ment. 
 
 Irish parsons, 441. 
 
 Irish wine. See Claret. 
 
 Irish yarn. See Yarn. 
 
 Isaac, Goodman Peasley and, 
 116 n. 
 
 Italy, 261, 432. 
 
 Ithuriel's Spear, 47. 
 
 Jamaica, Colonel Crowe, Governor 
 
 of. See Crowe. 
 James, Clerk of the Kitchen to 
 
 the Queen, 128. 
 James, King, 244 n. 
 Jehu, 217. 
 
 Jenny. See Mrs. Fenton. 
 Jersey, Lady, 271, 424, 427, 431, 
 
 435) 454 » dines with Lord 
 
 Bolingbroke, 429 ; evenings 
 
 with, 433, 434, 441. 
 Jersey, Edward Villiers, first Earl 
 
 of, dies suddenly, 231 ; his son, 
 
 454- 
 
 Jersey, William Villiers, second 
 Earl of, 242, 331 n. 
 
 Jervas, paints Swift's portrait, 
 6 n., 7, 16, 39. 
 
 Jesse, Mr., 108. 
 
 Jo, or Joe. See Beaumont. 
 
 Joe's Wife. See Beaumont. 
 
 John, 39. 
 
 "John Bull." .S-^f" Law is a Bot- 
 tomless Pit." 
 
 Johnson, Bridget, Esther John- 
 son's mother, living with Lady 
 Giffard, 5 «., 10, 13, 15, 27, 
 32, 48, 49, 52, 57, 90, 160, 226, 
 248, 292 ; calls on Swift, 13, 
 56, 62 ; sends him palsy water, 
 20, 106, 108, 138; sends him 
 sweet cakes and wax candles, 
 59, 60 ; brings him sweet water 
 for his head, 160.
 
 486 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Johnson, Esther, the letters ad- 
 dressed to, 334, 350, 365 ; 
 letters endorsed by, 3, 334, 342, 
 350, 360, 365, 366, 368; called 
 Stella, xiii, 5 n. ; lodging with 
 Mr. Curry, Capel Street, Dub- 
 lin, 3, et seq. ; with Mrs. de 
 Caudres, 117 ; goes to Wexford. 
 See Wexford. 
 
 Johnson, Little, 6. 
 
 Johnson, Sir H., his daughter to 
 marry Lord Raby, 235. 
 
 Joiner, the Protestant. See Col- 
 ledge. 
 
 Jonathan, 122. 
 
 Jones, Squire, Parliamentary can- 
 didate for Trim, 400. 
 
 Jonsonibus, 73. 
 
 Joseph I., Emperor, death of, 
 160 n. 
 
 "Journey to Paris." i'fg " Prior's 
 Journey." 
 
 Justice, the Lord Chief, 325. 
 
 Keatley. See Keightley. 
 
 Keeper, Lord. See Harcourt. 
 
 Keightley, Commissioner of the 
 Great Seal, 413 «., 436. 
 
 Kelson, his costly chariot, 331. 
 
 Kensington, 7, 20, 45, 208, 209, 
 233> 236, 240, 244, 256, 337, 
 367, 369, 370, 371, 374, 377, 
 384, 385, 386, 394, 402, 455- 
 
 Kensington Gravel Pits, 278 n. 
 
 Kent, 230. 
 
 Kent, Duke of, 449. 
 
 Kerry, Lady, the daughter of Sir 
 W. Petty, and sister to Henry, 
 Lord Shelburne, 71, 72 w., 121, 
 125, 1S7, 203, 433 ; Swift goes 
 sight-seeing with, 71, 72 n. ; 
 Swift dines with, 88 ; sends 
 Swift a bitter drink, no, in, 
 112, 120; her headaches, m, 
 120 ; makes Swift a present of 
 handkerchiefs, 170 ; goes with 
 Swift to Vauxhall, 71 ; Swift 
 stays with her at Wicomb, 193, 
 194. 
 
 Kerry, Lord, 433. 
 
 Kerry, the children of Lord, 72. 
 
 Kerry, the son of Lord, at Eton, 
 
 217. 
 Kevin's Street, 328. 
 Kew, 371, 377. 
 Kildare, the Bishop of, 16 «., 
 
 58. 
 Killala, 169. 
 Killala, Dr. WiUiam Lloyd, Bishop 
 
 of, 4«., 14, 25, 39, 49. 
 Killaloe, Dr. Thos. Lindsay, 
 
 Bishop of, 34 «., 389, 448; 
 
 made Bishop of Raphoe, 461. 
 Killibride, 254 n. 
 Killy, 243. 
 Kilmore, the Bishop of, 107, 
 
 151- 
 King, Dr. , Archbishop of Dublin. 
 
 See Dublin. 
 King, Dr. William, 303 «. ; burial 
 
 of his footman, 303 ; Swift gets 
 
 him the Gazette, 309, 311. 
 Kingdom,Jenny, a maid of honour, 
 
 442. 
 King James. See James. 
 King of France, the old, 337, 338, 
 
 375, 403, 435- 
 King of Spain. See Philip. 
 King's Bench Prison, dominion of 
 
 the, 349. 
 King's Evil, a lad touched for the, 
 
 173 ; young Masham has the, 
 
 337, 356. 
 Kingston, 46. 
 King Street, 426. 
 King William. See William. 
 Kinnoul, 233. 
 Kinsale, 160. 
 
 Kintoul, the Earl of, 23 n. 
 Kneller, Sir Godfrey, the artist, 
 
 22, 67, 434 ; his portrait of 
 
 Lady Orkney, 426. 
 Knightsbridge, 428. 
 
 Lady , description of, 303. 
 
 Lambert, Dr., chaplain to Lord 
 
 Wharton, 75 n. 
 Lampoon, A. See "Sid Hamet." 
 Lancelot, Mrs. See Rolt. 
 Landlady, Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, 
 
 242, 258. 
 Language, the little, used between
 
 INDEX 
 
 487 
 
 Swift and Stella, 4, 127 «., 
 134 «., 136, 145 «., 188, iy],et 
 seq. 
 
 Landsdowne, George Granville, 
 Baron. See Granville. 
 
 Laracor, 5, 17, 30, 38, 49, 70, 97, 
 108, 113, 124, 140, 144, 200, 
 209, 230, 281, 289, 315, 359, 
 
 369, 379, 381 «., 384, 385 ^^-^ 
 389, 460. 
 " Law is a Bottomless Pit, or John 
 Bull," 352, 356, 367 K., 368, 
 
 371, 381, 398. 
 
 Lawrence, Dr., the Physician 
 General, 354. 
 
 Lavallin, Captain, murders his 
 wife and commits suicide, 28. 
 
 Leach, Dryden, Swift's cousin, a 
 printer, 9 «., 10 ; prints " The 
 Postman," 40 ; Swift introduces 
 him to Harrison, 99 ; has been 
 an actor, 103 ; quarrels with 
 Harrison, 112. 
 
 Leap year, 129. 
 
 Lee. See Leigh. 
 
 Leech, Dorothy, 305 «. 
 
 Leeds, the Duke of, 47, 225. 
 
 Leicester Fields, Swift moves to, 
 257, 288. 
 
 Leicester House, 312. 
 
 Leigh, Jemmy, a Westmeath land- 
 lord, 6 «., 16, 51, 62, 80, 89, 
 90, 263, 265, 270, 271, 273, 
 277, 284, 287 ; lodging in Lon- 
 don with Enoch Sterne, 39, 103, 
 121, 150, 178, 211, 247, 259, 
 260, 269, 286 ; Swift dines with, 
 79, 121 ; returns to Dublin with 
 Sterne, 299, 314, 317, 336, 355, 
 358 ; robbed by a boy, 348. 
 
 Leigh, Tom, 284, 386, 404, 407, 
 413,418, 438, 44S. 
 
 Lennox, Lady Louisa, Countess of 
 Berkeley. See Berkeley. 
 
 Lent, 121, 348. 
 
 "Letter about the English tongue. " 
 See Proposal. 
 
 "Letter from the Irish bishops to 
 Lord Ormond," 263. 
 
 ** Letter from the Pretender to a 
 Whig lord," 379. 
 
 Letter of attorney, Mrs. Dingley's, 
 187. 
 
 " Letter to the October Club, A," 
 320. 
 
 " Letter to the Seven Lords," 227. 
 
 Levinge, Sir Richard, Speaker of 
 the Irish House of Commons, 
 53, 54 «•, 398. 
 
 Lewis, Erasmus, secretary to Lord 
 Dartmouth, 18 «., 35, 37, 42, 
 49, 50, 51,55, 58, 70, 103, no, 
 127, 132, 168, 173, 180, 243, 
 250, 278, 287, 297, 300, 307, 
 315, 316, 317, 337, 359, 362, 
 363, 364, 373, 447, 456, 457, 
 458, 461 ; introduces Swift to 
 Harley, 20 ; Swift introduces 
 him to Ford, 76, 437 ; Swift 
 dines with him, 76, loi, in, 
 125, 137, 144, 147, 154, 160, 
 170, 178, 1S4, 195, 208, 218, 
 236, 245, 269, 300, 302, 320, 
 
 327, 336, 341, 351, 439 ; Swift's 
 letters addressed to his care, 
 159, 171, 175, 182, 186, 187, 
 232, 234, 235, 236, 253, 327 ; 
 at Windsor, 215, 218, 219, 221, 
 222, 232, 245, 246 ; Swift in- 
 troduces him to Domville, 288 ; 
 buys Guiscard's picture, 339 j 
 said to have caught a Mohock, 
 355 ; made secretary to Lord 
 Oxford, 420 n. ; accused of 
 correspondence with the Pre- 
 tender, 420, 422. 
 
 Lewisham, 208. 
 
 Lewisham, the Vicar of. See 
 Stanhope. 
 
 Libels, 344. 
 
 Library, Swift negociates for a, 
 439- 
 
 Lichfield, Dr. John Hough, Bishop 
 of, 4 n. 
 
 Lieutenant of the Tower, the, 322. 
 
 Lilly, printer of "The Tatler," 
 wzn. 
 
 Linden, Lady, death of, 202. 
 
 Lindsay, Dr., Bishop of Killaloe. 
 See Killaloe. 
 
 Lindsay, the Marquis of, after- 
 wards Duke of Ancaster, 296 n.
 
 488 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Linen. See BeaHmont. 
 
 Linnet, Patrick's, 95, ill, 113, 
 
 133- 
 Little Rider Street, Swift lodges 
 
 in, 399- 
 
 Lloyd, Dr. William, Bishop of 
 Worcester, 375 n. 
 
 Lodgings, Swift's, at Bury Street, 
 12 ; Church Street, Chelsea, 
 163 ; Kensington, 371 ; Lei- 
 cester Fields, 257, 288 ; Little 
 Rider Street, 399; Suffolk Street, 
 204; Windsor, 3S0. 
 
 London, the Bishop of. See 
 Compton. 
 
 Londonderry Society at Skinner's 
 Hall, the, 54. 
 
 London Lickpenny, lot n. 
 
 Long, Anne, her misfortunes, 9«., 
 10, 42, 52, 305 ; at Lynn Regis, 
 70; death of, 305. 
 
 Long, Sir James, his unkindness 
 to his sister Anne, 305 n. 
 
 Longfield, Mr., 254. 
 
 Longitude, a discoverer of the, 363. 
 
 Lord Chamberlain, 387. 
 
 Lord Chief Justice. &<? Parker. 
 
 Lord Keeper. See Harcourt. 
 
 Lord-Lieutenant of Chester and 
 North Wales. See Cholmon- 
 deley. 
 
 Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland, 13, 
 20, 21 ; and see Ormond and 
 Shrewsbury. 
 
 Lords, House of, 221, 287, 291, 
 293. 295, 300, 302, 304, 310, 
 311, 319 «., 327, 328, 329, 
 
 338, 346, 348, 349. 369, 370, 
 
 414. 
 Lords of the Cabinet, The, 340. 
 Lord Steward, 413 ; and see 
 
 Devonshire. 
 Lotteries, 9 w., 232, 345. 
 Louis XIV. See King of France. 
 Lovel. See Lovet. 
 Lovet, the gentleman porter, 243, 
 
 253- 
 Lowman, Mr. Clerk of the Royal 
 
 Kitchen, Swift dines with, 246. 
 Lownds, 180. 
 Lowth, 169. 
 
 Lucian, Swift buys three volumes 
 of, for Stella, 96. 
 
 Lucy, Lady, wife of Sir Berkeley 
 Lucy, 8 11. ; at Hampstead, 8, 
 13 ; Swift dines with her, 13, 
 50, 112; falls out with Swift, 
 186, 275. See Introduction, xxi. 
 
 Ludlow, 68. 
 
 Lynn Regis, 70, 305. 
 
 M , 15, 117. 
 
 Macartney, Lord Mohun's 
 second, 393 ; accused of the 
 Duke of Hamilton's murder, 
 
 394, 395. 405, 410, 412, 454- 
 Macartney, Major-General, 71 n., 
 
 322. 
 Macclesfield, The Earl of. See 
 
 Parker. 
 Mackarel, 187. 
 Madman, A, stops Swift in the 
 
 Strand, 55. 
 Madrid, 12. 
 Magpies, 207. 
 Maids of Honour, 362, 442 ; and 
 
 see " History of the Maids of 
 
 Honour." 
 Main, Charles, 25, 41. 
 Mainwaring, 165 n. 
 Mall, The, 52, 12S, 142, 211, 
 
 229, 348, 406, 443. 
 Malolly, Mrs., 223. 
 Manilio. See Ombre. 
 Manley, Dolly. See Manley, Mrs. 
 
 Isaac. 
 Manley, Fanny, in London, 381, 
 
 403, 426, 432, 443. 
 Manley, Isaac, Postmaster-General 
 
 in Dubhn, 7 11., 15, 17, 21, 22, 
 
 27. 31, 74. 77. 96, 102, 132, 
 
 138, 182, 191, 192, 261, 277, 
 
 333. 343- 
 Manley, Jack or John, brother of 
 Isaac, 19, 55, 74, 97, 191, 208; 
 Swift dines with, 207 ; dying, 
 
 403- 
 Manley, Mrs. de la Riviere, the 
 authoress of "Atalantis," 73 
 «., 94«., 135 «., 159 «., 265; 
 solicits Lord Peterborow for a 
 pension, 203 ; writes some
 
 INDEX 
 
 489 
 
 •* Examiners," 274 «.; very ill, 
 
 327- 
 
 Manley, Mrs. Isaac, 225, 263, 
 289, 314, 3S1. 
 
 Manley, Mrs. John, 208. 
 
 Manley, Young. See Manley, 
 John. 
 
 Manley 's sister, Mrs., 381. 
 
 Mansel, or Mansell, Sir Thomas, 
 a Lord of the Treasury, 127, 
 146, 159, 161, 180, 185; created 
 Baron Mansell, 308 n., 310, 
 318, Ty<b2.,\\it, i.T.'l ; Swift dines 
 with, 147, 319. 
 
 Mar. See Marr. 
 
 INIargarita, a singer, 219. 
 
 Margarita's sister, 219. 
 
 Marget, Mrs., Stella's maid, 182, 
 199 «., 249 n. 
 
 Mariston, 292. 
 
 Marlborough, The Duke of, 71 «., 
 333> 436 ; his character, 87, 
 97 ; in disgrace, 87, 97, 100, 
 109, 294, 296, 309, 310, 312, 
 324, 373 ; the " Examiner's " 
 attack upon, 123, 133 «., 322 
 n. ; St. John suspected of in- 
 juring, 263 ; vindication of {see 
 "Vindication"); at Hampton 
 Court, 284 ; wishes to be recon- 
 ciled to Swift, 315, 411 ; verses 
 upon, 316; accused of bribery, 
 320, 321, 323, 324; brings an 
 action against the " Examiner," 
 322, 325> 326, 338 ; driving 
 with Lord Godolphin, 343 ; 
 ill, 383 ; goes to Flanders, 390, 
 417 ; in Germany, 454. 
 
 Marlborough, Lady, 46, 100, 223, 
 244; going to Flanders, 41 1, 
 417; makes presents of rings, 
 411 ; sells the Queen's portrait, 
 
 • 455. 456. 
 Marlborough's daughters, 296, 
 
 331. 437- 
 
 Marlborough's sister. See Ara- 
 bella Churchill. 
 
 Marr, John, last Earl of, 233, 
 329 n. 
 
 Martin, Dr., Harley's name for 
 Swift, 258. 
 
 Mary, Mrs., 173. 
 
 Masham, Brigadier. See Samuel 
 Masham. 
 
 Masham, Colonel. See Samuel 
 Masham. 
 
 Masham, Mrs. Abigail Hill, the 
 wife of Samuel Masham, 120, 
 243, 256, 28S, 300, 301 ; the 
 Queen's favourite, 124, 223 «., 
 224; her intimacy with Harley, 
 223, 2S0, 298, 306 ; birth of 
 her son, 225, 236, 237, 244 ; at 
 Windsor, 253, 254, 385 ; Swift 
 dines with, 253, 255, 301, 330, 
 
 33i> 351. 390, 394. 402, 411. 
 458 ; corresponds witli Swift, 
 274 ; persuaded to buy Frowde's 
 estate, 279, 2S0 ; in danger of 
 losing her influence with the 
 Queen, 294, 295, 305 ; becomes 
 Lady Masham, 310, 326, 328, 
 
 335,341.349, 363,369,399.406, 
 449 ; Swift plays cards with, 
 331. 351, 360, 427; evenings 
 at her house, 344, 377, 378, 
 40S, 424, 431 ; her son very ill, 
 359, 367, 446, 455. 457;. gives 
 Swift some preserved ginger, 
 384; meets with an accident, 
 385 ; ill, 386, 391, 401, 437,458; 
 christening of her son, Samuel, 
 398 ; promises to sit for her por- 
 trait, 434 ; speaks to the Queen 
 for Swift's preferment, 458. 
 
 Masham, Samuel, 104, 120, 124, 
 127, 156, 219, 223, 225, 233, 
 239, 240, 254, 256, 279, 291 ; 
 Swift dines with, 212, 235, 252, 
 253, 25s, 301, 313, 326, 347, 
 350, 411, 427; Swift spends 
 the evening with, 216, 221, 296, 
 300, 305. 313. 316, 319, 322, 
 323. 329. 337. 338, 341, 342, 
 348, 349, 355, 357. 360, 361, 
 372, 374. 416, 433 ; a member 
 of the "Society," 223, 224; 
 created Baron Masham, 308 n., 
 309, 324, 345, 424, 457 ; buying 
 pictures, 438, 440. 
 
 Masham's children, 236, 337, 356, 
 359. 367-
 
 490 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Masham, the brother of Mrs. 
 
 See Hill. 
 Master of the Rolls, the, 328. 
 Mayor, the Lord, 62. 
 Mayor of Dublin, the, 67, 1S2 n., 
 
 244, 272. 
 Mayor's Feast, The, 252. 
 Meadows, Sir Philip, envoy to 
 
 the Emperor, 20. 
 Meath, Blith and the County of, 
 
 335- 
 Meath, Dr. William Morton, 
 
 Bishop of, 376, 378, 451, 464- 
 
 Meath, Dorothea, Countess of, 
 
 343 "• 
 Meath, Edward, Earl of, 343 n. 
 
 Medemeris. See Ayris. 
 
 Medina, Sir Solomon, has bribed 
 the Duke of Marlborough, 323. 
 
 " Medley, The," 165 w., 361, 381 ; 
 amalgamated with "The Fly- 
 ing Post," 391. 
 
 Melchisedec, 93. 
 
 Melfort, Lord, with the Pre- 
 tender, 420. 
 
 Melilot plasters, 366 n. 
 
 Melthrop, Mrs., married to War- 
 burton, 370. 
 
 "Memorial against the Peace," 
 294. 
 
 •'Memorial to the Queen, con- 
 cerning the First Fruits," 26, 
 32, 33, 36. 
 
 "Merlin, The Prophecy of," 
 304 n. 
 
 " Mermen, Poems of," by Diaper, 
 
 353- 
 Meredith or Meredyth, Lieutenant- 
 
 General, 71 w., 346. 
 Mesnager at Windsor, 251 n. 
 Methuen, Sir Paul, ambassador at 
 
 Lisbon, 19 «., 47. 
 Michaelmas, 16, 17. 
 Microscope, 55, 80. 
 " Midas, The Fable of," 337- 
 Middleton, SirThomas Willoughby 
 
 created Baron, 308 «. 
 Mills, Bishop of Waterford, 2II «. 
 Mincepies, 310. 
 Mint, the, 349. 
 " Miscellanea," 29. 
 
 "Miscellanies in Prose and Verse," 
 129 «., 165, 176, 270, 277, 
 
 304- 
 " Miscellany, The," 34 n., 191, 
 
 263, 265, 267, 271, 274. 
 Mobs, ladies dressed in, 72. 
 Mohocks, 351 n., 352, 353, 355, 
 
 356, 360, 362. 
 Mohun, Lord, and the Duke of 
 
 Hamilton killed in a duel, 392, 
 
 393- 
 Moimed, the living of, 462, 464. 
 
 Molesworth, John, the Florence 
 Envoy, 13 «., 15 ; Swift dines 
 with, 19, 37. 
 
 Molesworth, Lord, 363. 
 
 Molyneux, William, 390 n. 
 
 Molyneux, " Young," 390. 
 
 Molt, 373. 
 
 Money-bill, the Irish, 244. 
 
 Monmouth, the Duke of, his son's 
 widow, 433. 
 
 Montague, the Duchess of, 221. 
 
 Montague, Wortley, 35. 
 
 Monteleon, the Spanish Ambas- 
 sador, 403, 404, 420, 421, 431, 
 
 433. 442. 
 Montgomery's sister, 145. 
 Montrath, Charles Coote, Earl 
 
 of, 27 «., 231 ; Swift dines with, 
 
 27, 50 n. 
 Moore, Arthur, a Lord Commis- 
 
 missioner, 130, 172 «. 
 Moor Park, 188, 246, 253, 328, 
 
 359- 
 Moreton, Dr., Bishop of Meath. 
 
 See Meath. 
 
 Morgan, Marcus Antonius, Stew- 
 ard to the Bishop of Kildar , 
 16 w., 21, 38, 47. 
 
 Morian, the inventor of movin, 
 pictures, 447 w. 
 
 " Morning, The," 64 «. 
 
 Morphew^ the publisher, 34 n.. 
 112 «., 265, 299. 
 
 Morris, Archdeacon, 119. 
 
 Morris, Lady Catherine, 134. 
 
 Mortimer, Harley created Earl, 
 I S3. 
 
 Mortlack or Mortlake, 571. 
 
 Mountjoy, Baron. See Windsor.
 
 INDEX 
 
 491 
 
 Mountjoy, Lady, 45, 264, 281, 
 410 ; Swift dines with, 83, 233, 
 267, 280. 
 
 Mountjoy, William Stewart, se- 
 cond Viscount, 4 «., 27, 33, 45) 
 48, 50, 66 ; Swift travels with, 
 4 ; Swift dine* with, 7, 20, 42, 
 43, 56, 80, 81, no, 152, 162, 
 208, 209, 330, 410. 
 
 Moving Picture, a, 447. 
 
 Mulberries, 239. 
 
 Murray, Mr., 276. 
 
 Murry, Swift has money transac- 
 tions with, 191, 193. 
 
 Musgrave, Kit, Clerk of the Ord- 
 nance, Swift dines with, 168, 
 362 n. 
 
 Musician, a German, 332. 
 
 Music meetings at Windsor, 222, 
 252. 
 
 Mutton a la Maintenon, 25. 
 
 Namur, Lord Cults at the Siege of, 
 
 267 n. 
 Namur, offered to the Dutch by 
 
 the French, 360. 
 Nantwich, 396. 
 *' Narrative of Guiscard's attack 
 
 on Harley," 135 «., 159 «., 166. 
 Naturalizing Protestant Foreigners, 
 
 Bill for, 328. 
 Newburg House, 305. 
 Newburgh, Colonel, 348. 
 Newbury, 217- 
 Newbury, 289. 
 
 Newbury, Jack of. See Winches- 
 combe. 
 Newcastle, 68, 70. 
 Newcastle, the Duchess of, 277. 
 Newcastle, John Holies, Duke of, 
 
 death of, 211, 212 «, ; his will 
 
 disputed, 277. 
 Newcomb, Swift befriends, 354 ; 
 
 recommends him to General 
 
 Ross, 355 ; to the Duke of Or- 
 
 mond, 356, 357, 361. 
 Newsprints, Dutch, 338. 
 Nightingales at Vauxhall, 178. 
 Nimrod, 217. 
 
 " Noah's Dove," by Thomas 
 Swift, 276 n. 
 
 Noble, Richard, execution of, 
 
 449 w. 
 Northampton, the Earl of, his son 
 
 made a peer, 307, 308. 
 Northamptonshire, 14. 
 Northumberland House, 347. 
 Northumberland, Josceline, Earl 
 
 of, 131 n. 
 Norwich, the Bishop of, 328. 
 Noses, " Tatler" on, 91 n. 
 Nottingham, Daniel Finch, Earl 
 
 of, 270, 375 n. ; goes over to 
 
 the Whigs, 294, 302, 326, 373 ; 
 
 called "Dismal," 375; opposes 
 
 the Address, 454. 
 Nuttal, cheated by a lawyer, 311 j 
 
 Swift protects him, 312. 
 
 Observations on the Barrier Treaty 
 See Barrier Treaty. 
 
 " Observator, The," 381. 
 
 Occasional Conformity Bill. See 
 Conformity. 
 
 October Club, the, 123, 131 w., 
 156, 162. 
 
 "October Club, A Letter of 
 Advice to the," 320, 322, 323. 
 
 Oculist, the Queen's. See Read. 
 
 Ogle, 68. 
 
 Ogle, the Earl of, 131 n. 
 
 Oglethorp, General, 256 n. 
 
 Oglethorp, Lady, 256 n., 283;. 
 at Windsor, 251, 253, 254, 256 
 n. ; introduces Swift to the 
 Duchess of Hamilton, 256, 326 ; 
 negociates the purchase of 
 Frowde's estate, 279 ; her cun- 
 ning, 299. 
 
 Oldfield, Mrs., acting in Cato, 
 452 «. 
 
 Oldisworth, William, author of 
 the " Examiner," 440 «. 
 
 Oldmixon, 165 n. 
 
 Ombre, 22 «., 27, 28, 44, 65, 72 
 n., 128, 149, 161, 197, 225, 234, 
 237 «., 242, 252, 258, 259, 261, 
 270, 282, 311, 343, 356, 361, 
 379, 381, 392, 399, 412, 419, 
 425, 426, 429, 430, 431, 432, 
 433, 434, 436, 437, 438, 439^ 
 440, 441, 446, 447, 455.
 
 492 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 One-and-thirty, 386. 
 
 Onslow, Sir Richard, defeated for 
 Surrey, 29. 
 
 Oranges, Seville, 120, 275 ; toasted, 
 311 ; a present of, 417. 
 
 Orkney, Elizabeth Villiers, Coun- 
 tess of Orkney, William IIL's 
 mistress, 383 «., 399, 408, 438, 
 443; Swift dines with, 389, 400, 
 402, 406, 435, 461 ; makes 
 Swift a writing-table and a bed 
 night-gown, 392 ; her personal 
 appearance, 392 ; Swift recon- 
 ciles her to the Duchess of 
 Hamilton, 394, 395 ; at Wim- 
 bledon, 409 ; ill, 415 ; gives 
 Swift her portrait, 426, 434 ; 
 dines with Sir Thos. Hanmer, 
 445; prescribes physic for Swift, 
 446. 
 
 Orkney, Lord George Hamilton, 
 Earl of, brother to the Duke 
 of Hamilton, married to Eliza- 
 beth Villiers, 383 n., 392, 408, 
 4SO» 454> 455 ; Swift dines with, 
 406, 416, 417, 421, 422, 423, 
 426, 432, 456 ; at Wimbledon, 
 409 ; dines with Sir Thos. 
 Hanmer, 445. 
 
 Ormond, the Duchess of, 130, 
 162, 173, 186, 299, 307, 316, 
 344, 367, 417, 427, 440 ; Swift 
 dines with, 371, 391 ; gives 
 Swift her portrait, 401 ; her 
 daughter's death, 410,411, 415. 
 
 Ormond, the Duke of, 5, 6, 17, 38, 
 
 43> 49, 77, 79, 142, I73, 186, 
 
 188, 191, 198, 199, 281, 294, 
 
 295, 298, 299, 303, 306, 307, 
 
 319, 322, 323, 326, 350, 384, 
 
 391, 398, 399, 400, 416, 417, 
 418, 419, 421, 423, 425, 427, 
 
 432, 437, 440, 447, 452, 455, 
 456, 464 ; Lord Lieutenant of 
 Ireland, 5, 28, 34, 333; Swift pre- 
 sents Ford to, 8 ; his daughters, 
 II, 12 «., and see Ashburnham 
 and Butler ; dines at Skinner's 
 Hall, 54 ; his connection with 
 the First-Fruits business, 58, 59, 
 61, 130, 165, 192, 222, 223, 
 
 225, 233, 248, 262 ; gives away 
 the Vice-Chancellorship, 77, 78 ; 
 Swift presents Richardson to, 
 1 32 ; Guiscard wounded by, 
 143 ; his interest in Irish yarn, 
 152 ; Swift recommends Beau- 
 mont to, 172, 174, 190, 289, 
 351 ; poems on, 227 ; censured, 
 244 ; Swift dines with, 309, 407, 
 424, 456 ; gets the Duke of 
 Marlborough's regiment of foot- 
 guards, 310 ; a member of "the 
 Society," 311, 313, 316, 319, 
 321, 326, 340, 349, 434 ; Prince 
 Eugene and, 316, 320, 340; 
 appointed General in Flanders, 
 344, 360, 362, 379 ; at Sir W. 
 Wyndham's fire, 347 ; his chap- 
 lain, 354 ; Newcomb recom- 
 niended to, 355, 356, 357, 361 ; 
 his portrait, 401 ; returns from 
 Flanders, 406 ; his daughter's 
 death, 409, 410, 411 ; gives 
 Swift some chocolate, 412 ; at 
 the Saturday Club, 413 ; Swift 
 presents Harrison to, 422 ; 
 Swift recommends Dr. Sterne 
 to, 424, 459 ; at Sir Thos. 
 Hanmers, 445 ; Grattan and, 
 448 ; assists Swift's preferment, 
 
 458, 459, 461. 
 
 Orrery, Lord, 57 ; member of 
 " The Society," 288, 294, 299, 
 349, 353 ', entertains Christ- 
 church men, 354, 355. 
 
 Ossory, Dr. John Harstonge, 
 Bishop of, 143, 289, 409, 412, 
 419, 448. 
 
 Ossuna, Duke d', 450. 
 
 Oxford, 230, 232. 
 
 Oxford, Lady. See Harley. 
 
 Oxford, Lord. See Harley. 
 
 Oxford Regiment of Horse, the, 
 414. 
 
 Oysters, 258, 349. 
 
 Ozinda's Chocolate House, 363. 
 
 Paget, Heniy, made a peer, 308 n. 
 Paget, Lord, 30S n. ; his death 
 
 and funeral, 444. 
 Paisley, Lord. See Peasley.
 
 INDEX 
 
 493 
 
 Pall Mall, 12, 172, 177, 180. 
 Palmer, Lieutenant General 
 
 Francis, 454. 
 Palsy drops, 125. 
 Palsy water, 20, 33, 106, 107, 108, 
 
 "5. 133- 
 
 Pampeluna, said to be taken, 12. 
 
 Pamphleteers, 245, 339. 
 
 Pamphlets, 257, 420 ; and see 
 "Conduct of the Allies" and 
 " Relation of the Facts, etc. " 
 
 Paper, counterfeit stamped, 20. 
 
 Paris, 450. 
 
 Park, the (St. James'), 30, 1 13, 
 121, 122, 124, 125, 126, 127, 
 128, 144, 145, 147, 177, 204, 
 231, 241, 278, 284, 351, 356, 
 381, 398, 413, 419, 427, 441 ; 
 (Windsor), 244. 
 
 Parker, Earl of Macclesfield, Lord 
 Chief Justice, 299 «., 390, 454. 
 
 Parliament, dissolution of, 8, 10, 
 II, 12: meeting, 60, 272, 286, 
 290, 294, 389, 417, 419, 423, 
 
 429, 432, 440, 444, 453, 454, 
 455 ; footmen's, 60 ; prorogation 
 of, 81, 172, 276, 281, 287, 318, 
 367,414,415,424,430,435,436, 
 439.> 442, 443. 445 5 a political 
 crisis, 97, 290,294, 297 ; country 
 members, 123 ; its dependence 
 on Harley, 131, 144, 160, 162; 
 St. John's attitude towards, 165, 
 167 ; Tory peers created to form 
 a majority, 308 ; Walpole im- 
 peached, 320 ; Duke of Somerset 
 at, 321 ; Marlborough im- 
 peached, 324 : debate on the 
 war, 328, 335 ; proposed bill for 
 preventing libels, 344 ; bill for 
 limiting members of, 346. 
 
 Parliament, Irish, 192, 218, 269, 
 
 282, 414, 418. 
 Parnell, Archdeacon, the poet, 
 
 93 «., 416, 428, 439, 450, 459; 
 
 grief for his wife, 228, 374, 
 
 Lord Bolingbrokeand. 403, 41 1, 
 
 430, 431 ; presented to Lord 
 Oxford, 407, 422 ; at Fords, 
 437 ; ill. 438, 444 ; his poem, 
 444, 447- 
 
 Parnell, Mrs., death of, 22S, 374, 
 
 431- 
 Parson, a drunken, 171. 
 Parson's Green, Lord Peterborow 
 
 at, 196, 234 ; the Society dines 
 
 in an arbour at, 369. 
 Parvisol, Swift's steward and tithe 
 
 agent at Laracor, 4 «., 6, 12, 
 
 14, 17, 18, 31, 38, 54, 73, 78, 
 84, 91, 108, 110,133, 141, 142, 
 150, 151, 158, 173, 174, 181, 
 193) i99j 206, 209, 226, 248, 
 250, 271, 289, 290, 315, 360, 
 369, 372, 377. 381, 385. 388, 
 389, 395. 397, 400, 425, 438, 
 461, 462, 463. 
 
 Parvisol, Madam, 39. 
 Passion Week, 445, 451. 
 Pasty, venison, 10. 
 Pate, Will, the learned woollen 
 draper. Swift dines with, 10 «., 
 
 15, 22. 
 
 Patrick, Swift's servant, 7 n., 14, 
 27, 33, 59, 60, 62, 65, 69, 72, 
 75, 78, 80, 81, 85, 87, 88, 90, 
 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 112, 
 116, 129, 130, 135, 137, 144, 
 
 145, 150, 152, 163, 169, 170, 
 173, 174, 188, 190, 201, 204, 
 211, 212, 213, 214, 228, 230, 
 240, 266, 269, 278, 279, 280, 
 292, 302, 314, 333, 348, 353, 
 355. 357. 360 ; gets drunk, 34, 
 
 146, 200, 217, 259, 304, 364 ; a 
 good liar, 79, 224 ; buys a linnet, 
 95, III, 113; in disgrace, 113, 
 127, 184, 185, 215, 253, 316; 
 dismissed, 369 ; soliciting to 
 come back, 389. 
 
 Paulett, Charles, Marquis of Win- 
 chester. See Winchester. 
 
 Pdfr, Swift's name in the "little 
 language," xvi., 88 n. 
 
 Peace of Utrecht, negotiations for 
 the, 97, 203, 233, 240, 242, 246, 
 249, 250, 252, 268, 269, 270, 
 275, 277, 278, 282, 284, 285, 
 294, 295, 301, 320, 325, 329, 
 333, 342, 362, 367, 370, 373, 
 381, 389, 391, 399, 400, 403, 
 414, 418, 422, 429, 430, 432,
 
 494 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 435. 439. 441. 442, 446, 447, 
 449, 451, 454. 456- 
 
 *• Peace of Utrecht, History of 
 the." See History. 
 
 Peace, poem upon tlie, 450. 
 
 Peaches, 195, 221, 226, 234. 
 
 Peasley, Lord, son of the Earl of 
 Abercorn, his marriage, 130 «., 
 167. 
 
 Pecunia, 249. 
 
 Peers, Scotch, difficulties about, 
 319 w. 
 
 Peesley, Goodman, 116 «., 290. 
 
 Pelham, Lord, his son heir to the 
 Duke of Newcastle, 277. 
 
 Pembroke, Lady, 260. 
 
 Pembroke, Lord, a punster, 41 n., 
 189, 198, 201, 284, 425, 451 ; 
 with the Queen, 47 ; returns to 
 town, 260, 262, 264, 267, 437 ; 
 chosen a member of the Royal 
 Academy of France, 275. 
 
 Penkethman, theatrical manager, 
 447 n. 
 
 Penknife, with which Harley was 
 stabbed, the, 137. 
 
 Penn, Will, the Quaker, 23, 319. 
 
 Pepperhara, Frowde's estate, 279. 
 
 Perceval, Lady, 142 n. 
 
 Perceval, Sir John, afterwards 
 Earl of Egmont, 142 n. 
 
 Percival, 343, 362. 
 
 Percival, Mrs., 292 ; her daughter 
 has the small pox, 356 ; Swift 
 goes into the city with, 360. 
 
 Percy, Lady Elizabeth, Duchess 
 of Somerset. See Somerset. 
 
 Periwigs, loi, 313. 
 
 Perry, 180. 
 
 Perth, Lord, with the Pretender, 
 420. 
 
 Petecum, 400. 
 
 Peterborow, the Dean of, 255. 
 
 Peterborow, Lord, 30, 36, 58, 
 212, 216; in Spain, 51 ; fore- 
 tells defeat in Spain, 84 ; sent 
 to Vienna, 86, 92, 94, 160, 170 ; 
 returns from Vienna, 196, 200, 
 203 ; sends wine to St. John and 
 Swift, 123 ; Swift dines with, 
 234 ; false report of his death, 
 
 261 ; returns to London, 413, 
 
 414, 44S, 454 ; ill, 441. 
 Petticoats, 80, 279. 
 Petty, Sir W., 72 n. 
 Philip, Duke of Aajou, King of 
 
 Spain, 395, 450. 
 Philips, Ambrose, called Pastoral, 
 
 the poet, 76 «., 196, 242, 406 ; 
 
 solicits Swift's interest, 76, 201, 
 
 202 ; returns from Denmark, 
 
 196 ; goes with Addison to 
 
 Bath, 229. 
 Phipps, Sir Constantine, Irish 
 
 Lord Chancellor, 63 n, 96 «. 
 Physician, General, the, 350. 
 " Physician, Lines to Mr. Har- 
 
 ley's," 339. 
 Physicians, the Queen's, 207. 
 Picket. See Picquet. 
 Picquet, Swift looks over at, 115, 
 
 245 ; plays, 251, 253, 360, 378, 
 
 383, 427- 
 
 Picture, a moving, 447«. 
 
 Picture, Swift's, 39, 76, 182. 
 
 Picture Auctions. See Auctions. 
 
 Picture of Swift's great-grand- 
 father, 343. 
 
 Pins, 118. 
 
 Piso, 337. 
 
 Plague, the, 68, 70, 116, 314, 
 
 387- 
 Plautus, Prior gives Swift a copy 
 
 of, 103. 
 Plummer, Ann, married to Lord 
 
 Peasley, 167 n. 
 Plutarch, Swift buys a copy of, 
 
 414. 
 Poem by a Country Squire, 361. 
 *' Poems by Mermen," by Diaper, 
 
 *' Poetical Description of a Shower 
 in London." See Shower. 
 
 Polignac, Abbe de, 252. 
 
 " Political Lying." See Art of. 
 
 Pomfret, the title of Lord, 376, 
 378. 
 
 Pomfret Castle, 376, 379. 
 
 Pompey, Colonel Hill's black, 60. 
 
 Pontack, a tavern keeper, 223 n. 
 
 Pontack's (tavern), 223 «, 250, 
 420, 449.
 
 INDEX 
 
 495 
 
 Pontchartin, M. de, Secretary of 
 
 State in France, 275. 
 Pooley, John, Bishop of Raphoe. 
 
 See Raphoe. 
 Pooley, Tom, 443. 
 Pools, Swift plays at, 427. 
 Pope, Alexander, 148 n., 267 «., 
 
 449 «. ; publishes Windsor 
 
 Forest, 439. 
 Pope, Effigy of the, 283. 
 Porridge, Herb, 348 ; Milk, 177. 
 Port, 152. 
 Porter, Harley's lying, 23, 33, 75, 
 
 224, 225. 
 Portlack, Ben, Secretary to the 
 
 Duke of Ormond, 79, 86. 
 Portmahon, 455. 
 
 Portrain, or Portraune, 382, 398. 
 Portreeve, of Trim. 6"^;? Beaumont. 
 Portugal, 66, 230, 242. 
 Portugal Envoy. See Delaval. 
 Portugal Wine, 25, 440. 
 Portuguese, the, lose Brazil, 327. 
 *' Post-Boy, The," a newspaper, 
 
 153. 30s. 395. 398. 437- 
 
 "Post-Boy, The Protestant." See 
 Protestant. 
 
 "Postman, The," 40. 
 
 Postmaster-General. See Biydges 
 and Frankland. 
 
 Post Office Act, 191. 
 
 Poulet, Earl, 155, 225. 
 
 Povey, Mrs., 384. 
 
 Powel, Judge, a merry old gentle- 
 man, 205. 
 
 Pratt, Captain, 39. 
 
 Pratt, Dr. Benjamin, Provost of 
 Trinity College, Dublin, after- 
 wards Dean of Dover, 6 «., 
 276, 336, 341, 345. 369, 376, 
 378, 390, 395. 398, 402, 408, 
 410, 413, 414, 419, 422, 424, 
 
 425. 432, 436, 437 «•. 439. 444, 
 452, 455 ; buying pictures, 409, 
 
 438, 440, 446. 
 Pratt, Mr., Vice-Treasurer of Ire- 
 land, Swift intercedes with him 
 for Beaumont, 8 «., 11, 19, 20, 
 21 ; his connection with Cle- 
 ments, 57, 136, 151, 157 ; stay- 
 ing with Lord Shelburn, 65. 
 
 Pratt, Mrs., 71. i57, I77, 178, 
 187, 203 ; Swift goes out with, 
 71, 121 ; at Wicombe, 194. 
 
 Preferment, Swift's, 390, 453, 
 457 el seq. 
 
 Prerogative Court for Ireland, 
 202 n. 
 
 Presbyterian Parson, A. See 
 Shower. 
 
 President, Lord. See Dalrymple, 
 Hyde and Somers. 
 
 Press, Bill to limit the, 352. 
 
 Pretender, the, going to be mar- 
 ried, 142 ; Lord Perth with, 
 420. 
 
 Prettyman, Sir George, 292. 
 
 Price, Mrs., 436. 
 
 Price of Galway, 190. 
 
 Primate, the, 44, 58. 
 
 Printer. See Barber. 
 
 Printer, the City, Swift dines with, 
 84. 
 
 Prior, Matthew, the poet, 32, 35, 
 41, 50, 51, 52, 55, 56, 57, 58, 
 65, 113, 122, 124, 125,144,146, 
 147, 149, 156. 159, 161, 162, 
 168, 197, 241, 258, 270, 272, 
 
 298, 300, 329, 352, 356 ; Swift 
 reads some of his verses aloud, 
 87 ; makes puns, 93, 233 ; gives 
 Swift a copy of Plautus, 103 ; 
 supposed to be the author of 
 the "Examiner," 116, 133; 
 Swift dines with, 178, 240, 277 ; 
 at Windsor, 221 ; his mission 
 to France, 227, 230, 233, 246, 
 249, 252, 260 ; appointed a 
 Commissioner of Customs, 260, 
 320, 328, 354; appointed a 
 plenipotentiary for the Peace, 
 277, 284, 291 ; his mean birth, 
 285 ; Swift presents Doniville 
 to, 288 ; " The Conduct of the 
 Allies " ascribed to, 292 ; in- 
 volved in Stratford's ruin, 348 ; 
 returns to France, 38 1, 395; 
 returns to London, 3S9, 390. 
 
 "Prior's Journey to France,'' 232, 
 234 «•, 236, 240, 241, 246, 258, 
 274. 
 
 Privy Seal, Lord, 232, 233 ; and
 
 496 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 see Bristol, Jersey, and New- 
 castle. 
 
 Proby, Madam or Mrs., 143, 199, 
 213, 280. 
 
 Proby, Mr., 165. 
 
 Proby's mother, Mrs., 274. 
 
 Prolocutor, the, 95, 327 ; and see 
 Atterbury. 
 
 "Prophecy, The Windsor," 304 
 n. ; suppressed, 305, 306, 311. 
 
 " Proposal for Correcting, Im- 
 proving and Ascertaining the 
 English Tongue," 340 w., 341, 
 
 352, 367, 369, 376, 378, 398. 
 
 Protestant Flail, a, 178 n. 
 
 Protestant Foreigners, a Bill for 
 Naturalizing, 328. 
 
 Protestant Joiner, the. See Col- 
 ledge. 
 
 " Protestant Post-Boy, The," re- 
 flects on Swift, 258. 
 
 Proud, Colonel, 45 n. 
 
 Provost, the. See Pratt. 
 
 Ptolemy, 345. 
 
 Punch, Swift drinks, 92, 121, 206 ; 
 in gold vessels, 155 ; rack, 
 283. 
 
 Pullen, Dr. Bishop of Dromore, 
 413 n., 417, 418. 
 
 Puppet-Show, the, 72. 
 
 Quakers, 23, 100, 319. 
 
 Quarantine, 68. 
 
 Quebec, 288. 
 
 Queen Elizabeth's Birthday Cele- 
 bration, 283, 287 n. 
 
 Queen, the, 11, 13, 20, 33, 47, 
 60, 66, 74, 75, 124, 128, 165, 
 176, 183, 204, 226, 227, 231, 
 245, 251, 267, 279, 286, 289, 
 311, 321, 322, 326, 329, 341, 
 343. 344, 346, 349, 35°, 354, 
 356, 375, 380, 381, 384, 398, 
 . 402, 403, 411, 414, 416, 422, 
 450, 451, 456 ; at Hampton 
 Court, 19, 259, 261, 264, 268, 
 272, 275, 281,284, 285 ; grants 
 the First Fruits, 23, 26, 32, 36, 
 44, 45, 58, 59, 61, 74, 81, 86, 
 87, 91, 117, 204, 207, 262 ; her 
 attitude towards the Tory party, 
 47, 123, 294, 225, 296, 297, 298, 
 
 301, 308, 309 ; a madman de- 
 sires an interview with, 56 ; her 
 health, 77, 137, 158, 166, 209, 
 210, 212, 224, 234, 239, 243, 
 246, 252, 272, 275, 276, 278, 
 291, 292, 321, 330, 338, 347, 
 355, 372, 373, 383, 386, 387, 
 423, 425, 430, 432, 434, 435, 
 436, 442, 448 ; takes the sacra- 
 ment, 83, 224 : her birthday, 
 113,^330,331,425: the Duchess 
 of Somerset's influence with, 
 
 131, 303, 305, 317, 321 ; Guis- 
 card intended to murder, 139 ; 
 unable to touch for "the Evil," 
 173 ; at Windsor, 212, 215, 216, 
 217, 219, 220, 222, 224, 234, 
 239, 243, 244, 245, 246, 250, 
 251, 252, 256, 385, 391 ; goes 
 hunting, 219 ; her feeling for 
 Marlborough, 224, 284, 310; 
 Dr. Arbuthnot's power over, 
 250 ; shows coldness towards 
 St. John, 263, 273 ; dismisses 
 Count Gallas, 269 ; adjourns 
 Parliament, 318 ; Prince Eugene 
 visits, 312; gives Prince Eugene 
 a diamond sword, 330, 331 ; 
 at Kensington, 367 ; and the 
 Duchess of Hamilton, 394, 395 ; 
 has an audience with d'Aumont, 
 410 ; abused in " The Ambas- 
 sadress," 445 n. ; and the 
 Duchess of Marlborough, 455 ; 
 her attitude towards Swift's 
 preferment, 457, 458, 459, 463. 
 
 " Queen Anne's Peace, On," 403. 
 
 Queen's Bench, The, 390. 
 
 Queensberry, Lady Catherine 
 Hyde, Duchess of. See Hyde. 
 
 Queensberry, the Duke of, his 
 sons, 29. 
 
 Queen's Chapel, the, 451. 
 
 Queen's Coronation Day, the, 439. 
 
 Queen's favourite. See Masham 
 and Somerset. 
 
 Queen's kitchen, the, 128, 246, 
 
 253, 363- 
 Queen's Message, the, 320. 
 Queen's oculist, the. See Read. 
 I Queen's portrait, the, 455, 456
 
 INDEX 
 
 497 
 
 Queen's Secretary at the Hague. 
 
 See Harrison. 
 Queen's Speech, the, 417, 439, 
 
 454- 
 Quinsy, 439. 
 
 Raby, Lord, Ambassador-Extra- 
 ordinary at the Hague, 138, 
 251, 256; to marry Sir H. 
 Johnson's daughter, 235 ; be- 
 comes Earl of Strafford, 235 ; 
 plenipotentiary for the peace, 
 
 2S4, 337, 391. 395- 
 
 Races at Windsor, 220, 221, 222. 
 
 Radcliffe, 17. 
 
 Radcliffe, Dr., 118, 421 ; pre- 
 scribes for Swift, iiS, 161 ; at- 
 tends Harle'y, 144 ??., 155, 268, 
 272 ; condemns bohea tea, 172 ; 
 recommended to the Queen, 
 210; Mrs. Wesley consults, 
 
 293- 
 
 Radnor, Charles Robartes, third 
 Earl of, 7 n. , 226, 229 ; goes to 
 hear Swift preach, 77 ; Swift 
 tries to gain him over to the 
 Tories, 309, 311, 
 
 Raffles, 154, 164 n. 
 
 Raleigh's cordial, 373. 
 
 Ram, the, in Capel Street, 117 «. 
 
 Ramsay, Mrs., 407. 
 
 Ranelagh, Lord, his house at 
 Cranburn, 244. 
 
 Ra;;ihoe, John Pooley, Bishop of, 
 238 «., 390. 
 
 Raphoe, the bishopric of, 461. 
 
 Rasp, an ivory, 314. 
 
 Rathburn, 54, 90. 
 
 Raymond, Dr., 3 «., 190, 248, 
 262, 372, 377 ; in Chester, 3 «., 
 6, 16 n., 115, 117, 125, 139, 
 277 ; Swift presents him to 
 Lord Wharton, 6; in London, 
 47, 49. 58, 59. 60, 62, 63, 69, 
 70, 78, 79. 91 ; at Bristol, 50, 
 79, 90, 99 ; at court, 66 ; Swift 
 introduces him to Sir Robert 
 Raymond, 70 ; sends Swift a 
 basket of provisions and wine, 
 99, 174, 259 ; searches for 
 Stella's box at Chester, 115, 
 
 II. K 
 
 139; money transactions with 
 Swift, 135, 191, 206, 209; at 
 Dublin, 172, 200,277,314; his 
 new house, 370, 384 ; writes to 
 Swift, 376, 381 ; desires the 
 living of Moimed, 462, 464 ; ill, 
 464. 
 
 Raymond, Mr., 421. 
 
 Raymond, Mrs., 3, 49, 50, 53, 
 200, 277, 384, 388. 
 
 Raymond, Sir Robert, Solicitor- 
 General, 70, 99, 174 ; a member 
 of "the Society," 194. 
 
 Read, Sir William, the Queen's 
 
 oculist, 155 71. 
 
 Reading, Cole, 228. 
 
 Reading, Mr., letters for Stella 
 enclosed to, 195, 201, 206, 220, 
 221. 
 
 " Records of the Tower, Rymer's 
 Collection of the." See Foedera. 
 
 Recton, 431. 
 
 "Relation of the Facts and Cir- 
 cumstances of the Intended Riot 
 on Queen Elizabeth's Birthday," 
 2S7 n. 
 
 Religion, " The Tatler " on, 91 n. 
 
 Remarks on the Barrier Treaty. 
 See Barrier. 
 
 " Representation of the State of 
 the Nation to the Queen, The," 
 
 340, 341. 350- 
 Requests, the Court of, 61 «., 67, 
 
 74. 79, 103, 120, 121, 126, 175, 
 
 320, 322, 323, 328, 361. 
 Richardson, John, Rector of An- 
 
 nalt, 132, 177, 354 n. ; Swift 
 
 presents him to the Duke of 
 
 Ormond, 132; his project of 
 
 printing Irish bibles, 147, 354 «. ; 
 
 seeks for Stella's box, 177, 178; 
 
 takes charge of Mrs. Wall's tea, 
 
 183, 186, 210. 
 Richarson. See Richardson. 
 Richmond, the Duke of, 70 ; his 
 
 daughter marries Lord Berkeley, 
 
 107, 122. 
 Riding-party at Windsor, 254, 
 Ridpath, a pamphleteer, 391 n. 
 Rivers, Richard Savage, Earl, 
 
 Constable of the Tower, 70, 
 
 K
 
 498 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 74 «., 86, 127, 130, 142, 171, 
 175. 179. 180, 233, 235, 241, 
 321, 370, 413 ; Swift introduced 
 to, 70 ; the father of Richard 
 Savage, 74 n- ', violent language 
 against theDuke of Marlborough, 
 123; at Windsor, 235, 241, 252; 
 godfather to Masham's son, 236; 1 
 sent to Hanover, 252 ; Master- 
 General of the Ordnance, 312 «., 
 320 ; his will, 387. 
 
 Rivers, William Savage, Earl, a 
 priest, 387 n. 
 
 Roberts, Mr., a Commissioner of 
 the Revenue, 16. 
 
 Robin's Coffeehouse, 12 «. 
 
 Robinson, Dr., Bishop of Bristol. 
 See Bristol. 
 
 Robinson, Sir William, 319. 
 
 Rochester, Dean of, christens 
 Masham's son, 236 ; Swift dines 
 with, 255. 
 
 Rochester, Lady, 254 ; and see 
 Hyde. 
 
 Rochester, Laurence Hyde, Earl 
 of, Lord President, 47, 57 n., 
 67 ; his death, 170 «., 171 ; his 
 daughter, 328. 
 
 Rochester, Henry Hyde, Earl of. 
 See Hyde. 
 
 Rochfort, Lady Betty, 143. 
 
 " Rod of Sid Hamet." See Sid. 
 
 Rollinson, William, 148 n. 
 
 Rolt, Patty, Swift's cousin, after- 
 wards Mrs. Lancelot, 9 w. , 30 ; 
 lodging with Dryden Leach, 
 9 «., 10, 40, 46, 204, 214, 436 ; 
 going to Kingston, 46 ; her 
 poverty, 204, 205, 214 ; her 
 husband, 455. 
 
 Rooke, Swift's cousin, his grand- 
 son, 400. 
 
 Roper, Abel, printer of "The 
 Post Boy," 358, 395, 39S, 
 420. 
 
 Rosamond's Pond, ill. 
 
 Ross, General Charles, Lieutenant 
 of the Horse, 335 w., 355. 
 
 Rowe, Nicholas, the poet, 21, 65, 
 155 ; Swift dines with, 41, 429; 
 Swift befriends, 406. 
 
 Ryalton, Lady, lady of the bed- 
 chamber, 327, 328. 
 
 Rymer's " Records of the Tower." 
 See Foedera. 
 
 S , Lady, scandal about, I4, 
 
 89. 
 
 S— , Mr., 15. 
 
 Sacheverell, Dr., 8, 229, 299; 
 burnt in effigy, 283 ; Swift be- 
 friends his brother, 323, 328, 
 329, 356 ; his first sermon after 
 his suspension, 450, 451. 
 
 Sack, 138. 
 
 St. Alban's ghost, the, 341 n. 
 
 St. Alban's Street, Swift moves to, 
 
 85 «. 
 St. Anthony's fire, 377. 
 St. David's, Bishop of. See Bisse 
 
 and Bull. 
 St. David's Day, 345. 
 St. George, Sir George, death of, 
 
 314, 321. 
 
 St. George's Fields, 349, 
 
 St. James', 130, 288, 363, 402, 
 458. 
 
 St. James' Church, 74, 77. 
 
 St. James' Coffee-house, 4, 6, 7, 
 9, 24, 25 »., 31, 40, 52, 103, 
 161. 
 
 St. James' Park. See Park. 
 
 St. James' Square, 392, 427. 
 
 St. James' Street, 426, 432. 
 
 St. John, Henry, Secretary of 
 State, 23, 35, 47, 50, 52, 54, 
 55. 56, 67, 75, 87, 91, 94, 96, 
 97, 104, loS, 109, III, 114, 
 122, 134, 137, 143, 146, 148, 
 152, 154, 156, 159, 163, 171, 
 175. 179. 182, 184, 210, 211, 
 213, 214, 225, 226, 227, 230, 
 233> 235, 240, 241, 245, 247, 
 248, 258, 259, 262 «., 269, 273, 
 281, 284, 295, 296, 298, 299, 
 302, 306, 309, 311, 312, 315, 
 322, 324, 329. 330. 335. 337. 
 340, 350, 354, 355. 357, 374; 
 Swift dines with, 51, 57, 68, 74, 
 86, 92, 98, 99, loi, 120, 123, 
 127, 130, 140, 143, 147, 153, 
 155, 158, 162, 167, 172, 17s,
 
 INDEX 
 
 499 
 
 i8o, 183, 188, 190;;., 197, 216, 
 270, 292, 293, 297, 305, 310, 
 321, 323. 334, 342, 343. 363. 
 370, 372, 41 1 » 429> 430, 431. 
 457 ; a jest against, 100 ; his 
 kindness to Harrison, 1 13, 138, 
 160, 428 ; patronizes Bernage, 
 118, 120, 124, 127, 128, 136, 
 250 ; wounds Guiscard, 135 ; 
 *11, 153, 328, 341 ; a coolness 
 between him and the ministry, 
 164, 165, 167, 170, 172, igon., 
 232, 264; a member of "the 
 Society," 194, 197, 205, 242, 
 303, 336 ; at Windsor, 202, 206, 
 208, 212, 215, 217, 219, 220, 
 221, 224, 229, 234, 239, 243, 
 246, 252, 255, 257 ; at Buck- 
 lersbury, 218, 389 ; enmity to 
 the Duke of Somerset, 222 ; 
 seizes booksellers and publishers 
 of libellous pamphlets, 258, 268 
 w., 391 ; the Queen cold to him, 
 263 ; his new house, 260, 271 ; 
 at Hampton Court, 272, 275, 
 277, 281, 283 ; receives the 
 sacrament, 287 ; to be made a 
 peer, 308 ; with Prince Eugene, 
 313; at Masham's, 341, 344; 
 assists with "The Representa- 
 tion," etc., 341 ; forwards Lord 
 Abercorn's claims, 357, 360 ; 
 created Viscount Bolingbroke, 
 
 375, 378, 379, 399, 403, 406, 
 407, 408, 413, 419, 420, 437, 
 
 439, 441, 446, 447, 450, 455 ; 
 goes to France, 380, 38 1 ; dif- 
 ferences with Lord Harley, 382 
 «., 390, 412, 415 ; the Bandbox 
 Plot and, 398 ; his patronage of 
 Parnell, 403, 431, 444; kind- 
 ness to Diaper, 403, 428 ; en- 
 tertains the French Ambassador, 
 410 ; Swift recommends Dr. 
 Sterne to, 424 n. ; his portrait, 
 434 ; Addison and, 451. 
 
 St. John, Mr., Lord Bolingbroke's 
 brother, 429, 451, 456. 
 
 St. John, Mrs., Frances Winch- 
 combe, wife of St. John, 98, 
 134; Swift's friendship for, 153, 
 
 154, 218, 324, 328 ; descended 
 from '"Jack of Newbury," 217 
 M. ; becomes Lady Bolingbroke, 
 430, 433 5 he"^ resemblance to 
 Mrs. Parnell, 430. 
 
 St. John, Sir Harry, the secre- 
 tary's father, 52, 74. 
 
 St. Leger, Sir John, 287 «• 
 
 St. Mary's Church, Dublin, near 
 Stella's lodgings, 108 «., lijn., 
 123, 224. 
 
 St. Michael's Lane, 119. 
 
 St. Patrick's, Dr. Sterne, Dean 
 of. See Sterne. 
 
 St. Patrick's, the deanery of, 388 ; 
 given to Swift, 456, 457, 458, 
 459, 460, 462, 463. 
 
 St. Patrick's Day, 443. 
 
 St. Paul's, 28. 
 
 St. Quintain, 68. 
 
 St. Stephen's Green, 128. 
 
 " Salamander, The Description ol 
 a," 267 H. 
 
 Salisbury, Burnet, Bishop of, his 
 son said to be a Mohock, 351 n. 
 
 Salisbury, James Cecil, fifth Earl 
 of, 67 n. 
 
 Salt Office, the, 433. 
 
 Saltwork, 431. 
 
 Sandford Manor House. 9 n. 
 
 Sankey, General Nicholas, 69 n. 
 
 Santry, Lord, 76 «., 289, 328, 
 
 334- 
 Sartre, Mme., Addison's sister, 
 
 38. 
 Sartre, Mons., prebendary of 
 
 Westminster, 38. 
 Saturday Club, meets at Harley's, 
 
 171, 175, 179, 413, 416, 419, 
 
 441, 444, 448, 455, 458, 461 ; 
 
 and see Harley. 
 Savage, 288. 
 Savage, Phil., Chancellor of the 
 
 Exchequer in Ireland, 70 n. 
 Savage, Richard, Lord Rivers. 
 
 See Rivers. 
 Savage, Richard, the poet, 74 «. 
 Savoy, the Duke of, 142, 160, 
 
 203. 
 Savoy, the mastership of the, 
 
 444 «•
 
 500 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Sayer, Mr., killed by Noble, 
 
 449 «. 
 Sayer, Mrs., 449 n. 
 Scarborow, Miss, a maid of honour, 
 
 254- 
 Scarborow, Mr., Swift dines with, 
 
 219, 220. 
 Scarborow, Mrs., 254. 
 Schomberg, Lady Frederic, 197. 
 Schomberg, Lady Mary, 197. 
 Scotch lords, discontent of the, 
 
 328. 
 Scotch peers, 319 «. 
 Scotland, 330. 
 Scowrers, 351 it. 
 Scurlock's Town, 125. 
 " Sea Eclogues," by Diaper, 353, 
 
 358. 
 Secretary, the. See St. John. 
 Secretary at War. See Lansdown 
 
 and Walpole. 
 Secretary of State, 432 ; and see 
 
 Boyle, Dartmouth, St. John, 
 
 and Walpole. 
 Secretary of State for Ireland. See 
 
 Anglesey. 
 Secretary of the Treasury. See 
 
 Thomas Harley. 
 Secretary's office, the, 416. 
 Selkirk, Earl, younger brother of 
 
 the Duke of Hamilton, 408, 419, 
 
 421. 
 Seymor, General Will, 192. 
 Seymour, Lady Catherine or 
 
 Katherine. St'e Wyndham. 
 Shaftesbury's plot, 178 n. 
 Shakspere, 315. 
 Sharpe, Dr. John, Archbishop of 
 
 York. See York. 
 "Shaver, The," a mistake for 
 
 "The Shower." 
 Sheen, 20, 160, 240, 246, 371. 
 Shelburn, Dowager Lady, death 
 
 of, 78, 84. 
 Shelburn, 65, 72, 78, 99, 121, 
 
 157, 193. 203, 299, 307 ; ill, 
 
 65 ; Swift dines with, SS, lOO, 
 
 120, 170, 177, 187 ; Swift stays 
 
 at Wiconib with, 194. 
 Shelburn, Lord, the children of, 
 
 72. 
 
 "Shilling, The,"64«., 73. 
 
 Shingles, the, 365. 
 
 "Short Character of the Earl of 
 Wharton," 39 n. 
 
 " Shower in London, Poetical De- 
 scription of a," 27 «., 28, 29, 
 33> 35. 41, 44. 48, 50. 61, 63, 
 76. 
 
 Shower, Rev. Mr., 303 n. 
 
 Shr; wslDury, the Duchess of, 217, 
 254, 256, 309, 361, 384, 399; 
 calls Swift ' ' Presto, "217; Swift 
 introduces the Archbishop of 
 Dublin to, 357 ; and the Bishop 
 of Clogher, 361. 
 
 Shrewsbury, Charles Talbot, Duke 
 of, II, 47, 179, 241 ; Lord 
 Chamberlain, 156, 295 ; ad- 
 mitted to " the Society," 194 ; 
 ill, 196, 200 ; at Windsor, 254 ; 
 Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, 
 
 333> 356, 357, 361, 384, 391 ; 
 going to France, 400. 
 
 Shuttlecock, 245, 283. 
 
 "Sid Hamet's Rod, The Virtues 
 of," 4, I5«.,i6, 19,21,32,3s, 
 48, 50, 64, 76. 
 
 Silk, English and Italian, 270. 
 
 Sir Roger de Coverley, 325. 
 
 Sister, Stella's, 20, 388 ; and see 
 Filby. 
 
 Skinners' Hall, 54. 
 
 Slainy, the River, 237. 
 
 Small-pox, Biddy Floyd has the, 
 138, 141, 143; Lady Carteret's 
 cousindiesof, 138; the Speaker's 
 son dies of, 141 ; Lord Danby 
 dies of, 225 ; Mrs. Percival's 
 daughter has, 356 ; a maid of 
 honour has, 362 ; Miss Ashe 
 has, 426, 427, 431, 432, 443, 
 446, 449. 
 
 Smallridge, Dr., 85 «., 93. 
 
 Smith, Dr., 372, 373 5 his 
 daughter's husband, 436. 
 
 Smithfield bargain, a, 136. 
 
 Smithers, the Farnham carrier, 
 
 293- 
 Smyrna coffee-house, the, 33 «., 
 
 56, 124. 
 
 Smyth, of Lovet's, undertakes to
 
 INDEX 
 
 501 
 
 find Stella's box, 96, 105, 106, 
 
 107, loS, 115, 125. 
 Smyth of the Blind Quay, 62, 65. 
 Snuff, 154, 159, 161, 190 «., 392, 
 
 397. 
 
 Snuff-boxes, 384, 390. 
 
 Snuff, Herb, 161. 
 
 Snuff-rasp, an ivory, 274. 
 
 Society, the, first called the Club, 
 194 ; formed to advance con- 
 versation, etc., 194; Swift one 
 of the twelve original members, 
 194 ; president of, 303, 306, 
 310; its members: Lord Harley, 
 194 ; Lord Dupplin, 225 ; St. 
 John, 197 ; Sir Robert Ray- 
 mond, 197 ; George Granville, 
 205 ; Masham, 223 ; the Earl 
 of Jersey, 242 ; Bathurst, 288 ; 
 Jack Hill, 28S ; Colonel Disney, 
 288 ; young Harcourt, Secre- 
 tary, 293 ; Lord Orrery, 294 ; 
 Sir W. Wyndham, 299 ; the 
 Duke of Ormond, 313 ; the 
 Duke of Beaufort, 340 ; Lord 
 Arran, 345 ; Dr. Arbuthnot, 
 363 ; the Chancellor of the 
 Exchequer, 367 ; the Lord 
 Treasurer and Lord Keeper ex- 
 cluded, 194; Lord Danby ex- 
 cluded, 349 ; its extravagance, 
 310, 311, 314, 357; meetings, 
 316, 319, 320, 321, 326, 328, 
 
 331, 336, 337, 353, 359, 369, 
 392, 398, 401 ; meets only once 
 a fortnight, 418, 421, 427, 
 434, 441, 442, 443, 446, 447, 
 454- 
 
 Solicitor-General, the. See Ray- 
 mond. 
 
 " Some Reasons to prove that no 
 person is obliged by his Prin- 
 ciples as a Whig to oppose her 
 Majesty," 369 «., 373. 
 
 Somers, Clerk of the kitchen, 
 
 359- 
 Somers, Lord, Lord President, 
 
 8; out of office, 12, 67, 107, 
 
 131, 297, 376, 420, 451. 
 Somerset, Lady Elizabeth Percy, 
 
 Duchess of, 131 ti. ; her in- 
 
 fluence over the Queen, 131 «., 
 244, 296, 297, 299, 301, 303, 
 308, 317, 321, 324, 332; at- 
 tacked in "The Windsor Pro- 
 phecy," 304, 305. 
 
 Somerset, Charles Seymour, Duke 
 of, 89 «., 131 «., 243; his 
 position at court, 222, 298, 
 299, 301, 308, 309, 311, 312, 
 317, 320 ; turned out, 321, 324. 
 
 "Sosias, the two," Prior and Swift 
 called, 288. 
 
 South, 68. 
 
 South, Mrs., Sir Andrew Foun- 
 taine's housekeeper, 98. 
 
 South, Mrs., a commissioner's 
 widow, Swift recommends her 
 for a pension, 249, 290, 335 «., 
 
 347, 352, 464- 
 South Sea Company, the, 235, 
 
 280, 318. 
 South Sea House, the, 318. 
 South Sea Project, ballad against 
 
 the, 268. 
 Southwark, 349. 
 Southwell, Lady, 143. 
 Southwell, Ned, Clerk of the 
 
 Council, son of Sir Robert 
 
 Southwell, 21 n., 30, 59, 61, 
 
 74, 77, 142, 152, 172, 190, 191, 
 192, 262, 335, 347, 351, 352, 
 461 ; Swift dines with, 58, 143, 
 307, 308, 414, 418 : at the 
 Duke of Ormond's, 411. 
 
 Southwell, Sir Robert, 21 «. 
 
 Spades, game of, 22. 
 
 Spain, 12, 27, 51, 81, 82 «., 84, 
 
 92, 157, 160 w., 295, 412, 423, 
 
 424, 442, 446, 450. 
 Spain, the King of. See Philip. 
 Spanish West Indies, 424. 
 Spa water, 421, 425, 430. 
 Speaker, the, William Bromley, 
 
 6o«., 141, 155. 
 Speakers, the, both ill, 423, 
 
 433- 
 Spectacles, 45, 49, 54, 55, 61, 66, 
 
 75, 80, 91, 118, 264, 270, 271, 
 274. 
 
 "Spectator, The," 139, 143, 166, 
 176, 272, 283,376, 381,449.
 
 502 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Spelling, Stella's, 17,47. 72, 151, 
 237, 263, 266, 289, 290, 314, 
 
 324- 
 Spencer, Brent, 165. 
 Spencer, Gracy, 280. 
 Spencer, Mr., 80. 
 Spirits of wine, 364. 
 " Sprig of an Orange, The," 29. 
 Spy, a French, and St. John, 
 
 330. 
 Stamford, 361. 
 Stamp, a newspaper, 381. 
 Stamped paper, counterfeit, 20. 
 Stanhope, Dr. George, Vicar of 
 
 Lewisham, Dean of Canterbury, 
 
 9 n. , 208 «. 
 Stanhope, General, in Spain, 12, 
 
 82 «., 84 ; whig candidate for 
 
 Westminster, 22 ; loses the 
 
 battle of Brihuega, 82 n. 
 Stanhope, Lady Lucy. See Lucy. 
 Stanhope, Moll, 8 «., 112, 209. 
 Stanley, Lady, one of Swift's 
 
 favourites, 25, 98. 
 Stanley, Sir John, Commissioner 
 
 of the Customs, 19, 127, 242 ; 
 
 Swift dines with, 25, 66, 127, 
 
 154, 211. 
 Star and Garter, in Pall Mall, 
 
 the, 357. 
 Staremberg, Count, takes Pam- 
 
 peluna, 12. 
 "State of Wit, The," 176 «. 
 Statue, defacing ICing William's, 
 
 77- 
 
 Statues for the Bishop of Clogher, 
 282. 
 
 Staunton, Mr., 119, 144. 
 
 Stawell, William, third Lord, 81, 
 430; his brothet, 81, 84. 
 
 Steele, Richard, 4, 50, 56, 155, 
 202 ; letters for Swift addressed 
 to his care, 4, 31 ; writes the 
 "Tatler,"24,44, 65, 91M.; Swift 
 spends the evening with, 7, I5» 
 18, 38 ; coolness between him 
 and Swift, 44, loi, 186, 198 ; 
 loses the "Gazette," 37, 214; 
 imprisoned for debt, 75 ; his be- 
 haviour to Harley, 37, 76, 92, 
 112; gives up the "Tatler," ICK); 
 
 starts the " Spectator," 139 ; 
 suspected of a connection with 
 "The State of Wit," 176; ar- 
 rested for making a lottery, 
 376 n. ; Swift befriends, 406 ; 
 publishes " The Guardian," 
 450. 
 
 Stella, name given by Swift to 
 Esther Johnson, xiii ; and see 
 Johnson. 
 
 Stephen's Green, 126 ;/., 177. 
 
 Sterne, a soldier, cousin to Enoch, 
 
 358. 
 Sterne, Dr., Dean of St. Patrick's, 
 6«., 7, 15, iS, 22, 39, 48, 49, 
 61, 72, 73, 74, 78, 80, 128, 
 129, 132, 133, 138, 141, 147, 
 150, 163, 167, 170, 173, 197, 
 202, 224, 241, 244, 245, 250, 
 252, 261, 268, 276, 277, 280, 
 2S4, 307, 329, 335, 343, 347, 
 
 356, 383. 388, 390, 399. 412, 
 434 ; Swift writes to, 15, 107, 
 309,311, 376, 452; joke about, 
 95, g6n. ; his dinners, 147 ; offers 
 to lend Swift money, 181 ; Swift 
 recommends him to Lord Ox- 
 ford, 424 n. ; appointed Bishop 
 of Dromore, 456, 458, 459, 460, 
 462, 463 ; writes to Swift, 461. 
 
 Sterne, Enoch, collector of Wick- 
 low, clerk to the Irish House of 
 Commons, in London, 17, 33 «., 
 121, 211 ; undertakes to send a 
 box to Stella for Swift, 17, 21, 
 33. 34, 39, 45. 61, 90 n., 91, 
 92, 96, 103, 108, 115, 116, 124, 
 166, 182, 196, 199, 247, 324, 
 348 ; Swift recommends him to 
 the Treasur)', 125, 130, 150, 
 178, 179, 193, 196, 198, 203, 
 204, 247, 259 ; takes to evil 
 courses, 259, 260, 265, 269, 
 289 ; leaves London, 299 ; re- 
 turns to London, 355 «., 358, 
 376 ; in mourning, 427. 
 
 Sterne, Mrs. Enoch, 358, 376. 
 
 Steward, the Duke of Devonshire, 
 Lord. 12. 
 
 Steward, the Duke ot Kent's, 
 
 449-
 
 INDEX 
 
 503 
 
 Steward, the, 321, 445. 
 
 Stewart, Dick. See Stuart. 
 
 Stewart, William, Viscount Mount- 
 joy. See Mountjoy. 
 
 Stirling, the Earl of, 36. 
 
 Stone, Mr., no. 
 
 Storm, a great, 419, 420. 
 
 Stoyte, Alderman, afterwards 
 Lord Mayor of Dublin, 44 «., 
 61, 74, 104, 122, 132, 138, 141, 
 146, 149, 152, 154, 161, 170, 
 177, 186, 197, 241, 261, 270, 
 372, 381. 
 
 Stoyte, Mrs., 44 «., 49, 74, 78, 
 81, 94, 102, 109, 126 w., 129, 
 164, 167, 183, 202, 224, 241, 
 248, 256, 270, 276, 277, 282, 
 
 315. 333, 343, 370, 372, 376, 
 388 ; Stella stays with, at 
 Donnybrook, 108 ; ill, 289, 
 
 314. 
 
 Strabo, Swift buys a copy of, 
 III. 
 
 Strafford, Lord. See Raby. 
 
 Stratford, Dr., 106, 433. 
 
 Stratford, Mr., a Hamburgh mer- 
 chant, 8, 10, II, 13, 15, 34, 41, 
 53, 55, 80, 81, 96, 196, 208, 
 209, 223, 231, 250, 271, 312, 
 35S ; lends ^40,000 to the 
 government, 9 ; Swift dines 
 with, 18, 33, 79, 106, 140, 158, 
 206, 236, 280, 423 ; director of 
 the South Sea Company, 235, 
 236; ruined, 317, 318; in the 
 Queen's (or King's) Bench 
 prison, 346, 349, 350; going 
 abroad, 423. 
 
 Stratford, Mrs., 349, 350. 
 
 Strawberries, 190. 
 
 Straw hats, 179. 
 
 Stuart, Dick, Lord Mountjoy's 
 brother, 42, 68, 361. 
 
 Sturgeon, 236. 
 
 Suffolk Street, Swift lodges in, 
 204, 205, 237 ; burglary in, 316. 
 
 Sunderland, Lady, 220, 309, 327, 
 328. 
 
 Sunderland, Lord, 328, 420. 
 
 Suppers, the Lord Treasurer's 
 late. See Harley. 
 
 Surrey, election for, 229. 
 Sutton, Brigadier, 222, 234 ; 
 
 Swift introduces Ingoldsby to, 
 
 234, 235. 
 Swanton, 387, 398, 426, 452. 
 Swanton, Mrs., second cousin to 
 
 Swift, 452 n. 
 Sweden, 233. 
 Swift, Adam, uncle to Jonathan, 
 
 180. 
 Swift, Beau, 69 n. 
 Swift, Billy, 217, 247. 
 Swift, Deane, cousin to Jonathan, 
 
 69 «., 363. 
 Swift, Dr. Thomas, Jonathan's 
 
 cousin, 184 «., 193, 198; his 
 
 sermon " Noah's Dove," 276 n. 
 Swift, Jonathan. See passim. 
 Swift, Mrs., Jonathan's mother. 
 
 Swift, Nanny, cousin to Jonathan, 
 
 married to Perry, 180. 
 " Swift's Miscellanies, Dr." Set 
 
 Miscellanies. 
 " Swift's sermon. Dr.," 276. 
 
 Tacitus, 153, 337. 
 
 Tafteta, 392. 
 
 Talbot, Charles, Duke of Shrews- 
 bury. See Shrewsbury. 
 
 "Tale of a Tub, The," 24 «. 
 
 "Tatler, The," 5 «., 11 «., 14 w., 
 16, 19, 21, 24, 27 «., 28, 29, 
 32, 33, 37, 44, 47, 61, 64 «., 
 65, 73, 91, 92, 99 «•, 100, loi, 
 112, 120, 121 «., 128, 139, 166, 
 176; and see Harrison and 
 Steele. 
 
 "Tatler, The," nickname for 
 Steele, 5 «. 
 
 Taylor, Mrs., 199, 
 
 Tea, 151, 163, 172, 315. 
 
 Teaguelander, a, 146 n. 
 
 Templars from Ireland, 69. 
 
 Temple, Jack, 6, 67. 
 
 Temple, Mrs., death of, 38. 
 
 Temple, Sir Richard, Lieutenant- 
 General, 41 «., 46, 47 ; turned 
 out of employment, 454. 
 
 Temple, Sir William, Swift's early
 
 504 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 patron, 40, 52, 148, 149, 386; 
 leaves a legacy to Stella, 40 ; as 
 Secretary of State, 273 ; sermon 
 on his death, 2S8. 
 
 Temple Bar, 27. 
 
 Templeoag, 372. 
 
 Temples, the, 425. 
 
 Temple-Something, 376. 
 
 Tench, pun about, 272. 
 
 Tenison, Harry, his gauger, 185, 
 1S6, 207. 
 
 Thames, the, 380. 
 
 Thatched House Tavern, the, 
 303 «., 306, 313. 
 
 Thirteens, 119 n. 
 
 Thompson, a magistrate, 258. 
 
 Thompson, Swift's cousin, a 
 butcher, 436. 
 
 Thompson, Mrs., the magistrate's 
 wife, 258. 
 
 Thornhill, kills Sir Cholmley Ber- 
 ing in a duel, 173 ; murdered 
 on Turnham Green, 225. 
 
 Threepenny pamphlet, a, 369. 
 
 Thynne, Lady Mary, married to 
 Lord Lansdowne, 311. 
 
 Tighe, Mrs., 229, 242. 
 
 Tighe, Richard, a Privy Coun- 
 cillor, 39 n. ; in London, 44, 
 96, 176, 229 ; beats his wife, 
 229, 242. 
 
 Tisdall, Dr. William, Stella's ad- 
 mirer, 36 n., 206 «., 248, 357, 
 
 359, 402, 437, 448. 
 Tisdall, a Dublin merchant, 44, 
 
 192, 206 n., 229, 256, 391, 
 
 464. 
 Tisdall, Mrs., 206, 464. 
 Tisdell. See Tisdall. 
 Titian, a picture attributed to, 
 
 438- 
 Tobacco, 30, 274 ; Brazil, 16, 33, 
 
 66, 75, 144, 150 ; to snufif, 99, 
 
 159, 190 n. 
 Tockay. S(e Tokay. 
 Tokay, 9, 33, 34, 158. 
 "Toland's Invitation to Dismal," 
 
 or "Ballad on Dunkirk," 375 «., 
 
 377- 
 Tom, 67. 
 Tom Double, Third Part ofj 46. 
 
 Tonson, Jacob, loses the "Ga- 
 zette," 214. 
 
 Tonson, young Jacob, Swift dines 
 with, 214. 
 
 Tooke, Benjamin, a bookseller, 
 7M., 24, 79, 107, III, 129,210, 
 265; prints the "Miscellany," 
 24,34; transactsmoney business 
 for Swift, 15, 149, 187, 200, 
 262, 274, 2S5, 315, 318, 325, 
 366, 395, 462 ; Swift gets him 
 the "Gazette," 211, 215, 216; 
 made printer to the Ordnance, 
 312; receives a second em- 
 ployment from Lord Rivers, 
 319, 320 ; Swift dines with, 401. 
 
 TothiU-fields. See Tuttle-fields. 
 
 Touchet, Miss, 254. 
 
 Tower, The, 25, 72, 319. 
 
 Townshend, Lord, design to im- 
 peach, 335. 
 
 Trap, or Trapp, Joseph, chaplain 
 to Sir Constantine Phipps, 96, 
 176, 227 ; Professor of Poetry 
 at Oxford, 356 n. ; chaplain to 
 Lord Bolingbroke, 379 ; a poem 
 by, 450. 
 
 Travors, Dr., 128. 
 
 Treasurer, Lord. See Godolphin 
 and Plarley. 
 
 Treasurer of the Queen's House- 
 hold. See Cholmondely. 
 
 Treasurer's Staff, joke about the, 
 184. 
 
 Treasury, the, 28, 103, 179, 195, 
 267, 311, 428, 447. 
 
 Treasury, Lords of the, 177. 
 
 Treatise, a long. See " History 
 of the Peace of Utrecht." 
 
 Trevor, Sir Thomas, made Baron, 
 308 n. 
 
 Trim, 4, 6, 10, 12, 13, 63 «., 193, 
 206, 224, 254, 277, 372, 379, 
 
 381, 384- 
 Trimnel, Bishop of Norwich, 
 
 preaches before the House of 
 
 Lords, 328. 
 Trinity College, Dublin, Swift 
 
 gets books for, 177, 437 n. 
 Tritons, 353. 
 Trounce, 55.
 
 INDEX 
 
 505 
 
 Troynovant, or New Troy, name 
 
 for London, 249. 
 Trustees for the Linen Fund, 20, 
 
 21. 
 Tuam, the Archbishop of, 78 n., 
 
 330. 
 Tunbridge, 372. 
 Turnham Green, 225, 240. 
 Tuscany, the Grand Duke of, 
 
 13 n. 
 Tuttle Fields (Tothill Fields), 173. 
 Twentieth-parts, 32 n., 36. 
 
 Utrecht, 225, 422, 428, 435, 442, 
 
 446, 450, 451. 
 "Utrecht, The History of the 
 
 Peace of." See History. 
 
 Vanbrugh, the dramatist, 46 «., 
 
 47, 5I-. 
 
 Vanhomrigh, Hester, called "Van- 
 essa," III n.; her birthday, 121 ; 
 come of age and going to Ire- 
 land, 222. 
 
 Vanhomrigh, Mrs., 15 «., 1 11, 
 177,224,257; Swift dines with, 
 IS W-, 35, 42, 54, 66, 70, 73, 
 105, no, 118, 121, 124, 128, 
 129, 138, 139, 141, 144, 149, 
 157, 159, 163, 169, 172, 175, 
 180, 185, 186, 187, 188, 197, 
 198, 202, 204, 205, 206, 207, 
 213, 242, 258, 261, 264, 268, 
 269, 271, 272, 282, 288, 301, 
 
 303, 304, 319, 327, 338, 351, 
 361, 364; buys Swift a scarf, 
 70; intercedes for Patrick, 146; 
 Swift sends her a haunch of 
 venison, 216 ; changes her 
 iodgings, 222, 231, 242, 258, 
 259 ; Swift spends the evening 
 with, 412, 425. 
 
 Van, Mrs. See Mrs. Vanhom- 
 righ. 
 
 Vauxhall, Swift goes to hear the 
 nightingales at, 178. 
 
 Vedeau, 82, 84, 145, X49, 150, 
 396. 
 
 Vedeau, John, 145, 146. 
 
 Vedeau, Mrs., 146, 149, 156, 187, 
 193- 
 II. L 
 
 Vedel. See Vedeau. 
 Venetian ambassador, the, 162. 
 Vesey, 330. 
 
 Vice-Chamberlain. See Coke. 
 Vice-Chamberlain's place, 361. 
 Vice-Treasurer of Ireland. See 
 
 Anglesea. 
 Vienna, 86, 92, 196, 203. 
 Villars defeats the Dutch at De- 
 
 nain, 379. 
 Villiers, Edward, second Earl of 
 
 Jersey. See Jersey. 
 Villiers, Elizabeth, Lady Orkney. 
 
 See Orkney. 
 Villiers, William, first Earl of 
 
 Jersey. See Jersey. 
 " Vindication of the Duke of Marl- 
 borough, The," 265, 274. 
 Virginia ships, 97. 
 "Virtues of Sid Hamet's Rod, 
 
 The." See Sid Hamet. 
 
 Wager, Admiral Sir Charles, 47, 
 65 M. 
 
 Wales, 297. 
 
 Walker, Admiral Sir Hovenden, 
 168. 
 
 Walker, Sir Chamberlain, 168 n. 
 
 Wallis, 398. 
 
 Walls, Archdeacon, rector of 
 Castle Knock, 6 «., 49, 61, 64, 
 72, 124, 129, 132, 133, 138, 
 141, 144, 151, 152, 186, 187, 
 224, 237, 241, 261, 290, 402, 
 425, 462 ; robbed, 17 ; letters 
 from, 57, 130, 135, 348, 463; 
 in town, 211, 212, 213, 248, 
 263 ; his salary and pension, 
 
 335, 347, 352, 354- 
 Walls, Mrs., 6 w., 12, 22, 27, 44, 
 
 49, 64, 77, 78, 81, 94, 95, 102, 
 108, 117, 124, 126, 128, 132, 
 149, 167, 202, 248, 256, 270, 
 277, 280, 328, 343, 372, 382, 
 383, 388, 412, 434, 463 ; her 
 eyes in danger, 133, 140, 166, 
 210, 224 ; Swift sends her a 
 pound of tea by Richardson, 
 172, 177, 183, 186, 210, 226, 
 247. 
 Walpole. See Walpool.
 
 5o6 
 
 JOURNAL TO STELLA 
 
 Walpool, expected to be Secretary 
 of State, 302 ; convicted of 
 bribery, 320 n. 
 
 Walters, Sir John, M.P., Comp- 
 troller of the Board of Green 
 Cloth, Swift dines with, 252 n.\ 
 quarrels with Swift, 255, 256, 
 
 287, 314, 414- 
 
 Warburton, Swift's curate at 
 Laracor, 16 «., 173, 174, 306 «., 
 370, 451, 452. 
 
 Water, Palsy. See Palsy. 
 
 Water, Sweet, 160. 
 
 Waterford, Bishop of. See Mills. 
 
 Waters. See Bath and Wex- 
 ford. 
 
 Watt Welch's game, 399. 
 
 Webb, Lieutenant-General John 
 Richmond, 156 «., 157, 160. 
 
 Wells, Deanery of, 459. 
 
 Wells, Dean of. See Graham. 
 
 W^erburgh Street, 328. 
 
 Wesley, Garret, 4 «., 336, 347. 
 
 W^esley, Mrs. Garret, 4 «., 63 ; 
 her money matters, 27, 231, 
 289, 360 ; in town, 27, 44 ; her 
 ill-health, 293, 312, 326, 327, 
 342, 347, 356, 362 ; Swift dines 
 with, 347, 356. 
 
 West Indies, the Spanish, 424. 
 
 Westley, Mrs., 166. 
 
 Westminster, 60, 310, 454; the 
 tombs at, 60. 
 
 Westminster Abbey, 386. 
 
 Westminster election, the, 35 n. 
 
 Westminster School, 168, 329 ; 
 Latin play at, 436, 446, 
 
 Westminster Stairs, 349. 
 
 Wexford, Stella goes to drink the 
 waters at, 169, 174, 180, 181, 
 183, 192, 195, 196, 197 «., 199, 
 200, 201, 202, 204, 205, 206, 
 207, 208, 209, 210, 211, 212, 
 213, 214, 215, 217, 21S, 220, 
 224, 226, 227, 228, 229, 231, 
 232, 237, 238, 245, 247, 378. 
 
 Weymouth, Lady, 189. 
 
 Whalebone petticoats, 279. 
 
 Wharton, Lady, 5, 331. 
 
 Wharton, Thomas, Earl of, Lord 
 Lieutenant of Ireland, 6, 8 «., 
 
 II, 13, 16, 36, 39, 68, 75 «.f 
 
 291, 294, 327, 411, 420, 451 ; 
 
 Marquis of Wharton, 8 «. ; 
 
 leaves town in a rage, 373. 
 "Wharton, Short character of 
 
 Thomas, Earl of," 39 «. , 68 «., 
 
 89 n. 
 " What is it like ? " 413. 
 Whig ladies resolve not to come 
 
 to Court, The, 331. 
 Whig lords dine together, the, 
 
 420. 
 Whig poets, 201. 
 White, 206.   
 Whitehall, 159, 171, 178, 182, 
 
 215, 283. 
 White of Farnham, 292. 
 White of Farnham, Mrs., 292. 
 White's Chocolate House, 225, 
 
 291. 
 Wicomb, Swift stays with Lord 
 
 Shelburne at, 194. 
 Wight, Isle of, 156 n. 
 Wigmore, a parson, married to 
 
 Moll Geiy, 423. 
 Wigmore, Mrs., 423 n. 
 Wigmore Castle, 183. 
 Wild-fowl, 416. 
 William, King, his sempstress, 
 
 178 ; his mistress, see Orkney ; 
 
 his birthday and anniversary of 
 
 his death, 420. 
 Willoughby, Sir Thomas, created 
 
 Baron Middleton, 308 n. 
 Willoughby of Brook, a preben- 
 dary of Windsor, 221, 235. 
 Wimbledon, or Wimbleton, 401, 
 
 409, 452. 
 Wmchcombe, Frances, Mrs. St. 
 
 John. See St. John. 
 Winchcombe, or Winchescombe, 
 
 John, called "Jack of New- 
 bury," 217, 218. 
 Winchelsea, Anne, Countess of. 
 
 See Finch. 
 Winchelsea, Charles, Earl of, his 
 
 death, 381 n. 
 Winchelsea, Lady, her maid as- 
 saulted by Mohocks, 355. 
 Winchelsea, 82, 212, 355. 
 Winchester, Bishop of, 121.
 
 INDEX 
 
 507 
 
 Winchester, Marquis of, quarrels 
 with General Ross, 335 n. 
 
 Windsor, 197, 202, 211, 212, 213, 
 215, 218, 219, 220, 221, 222, 
 223, 224, 226, 227, 229, 231, 
 233, 234, 235, 237, 239, 240, 
 242, 245, 246, 250, 251, 253, 
 254, 256, 258, 259, 260, 261, 
 273. 281, 372, 377, 379, 380, 
 381, 385, 3S6, 387, 390, 395, 
 
 399. 414- 
 Windsor, Dean of. See Bristol. 
 Windsor, Prebendary of, 457. 
 Windsor, Viscount, created Baron 
 
 Mountjoy, 308 n., 309, 310. 
 " Windsor Forest," 439. 
 Wine, 41, 120; white, 79, 122, 
 
 440 ; French, 1 1 1 ; the Duke 
 
 of Tuscany's, 158, 182; and see 
 
 Burgundy, Portugal, Florence, 
 
 Raymond, Tokay. 
 ♦' Wit, The State of." See State. 
 Witherington, 176. 
 Withers, Lieutenant-General, 324 ; 
 
 Swift dines with, 450. 
 Whittingham, Dr., 128. 
 Wolsey, Cardinal, 315. 
 
 Worcester, Bishop of. See Lloyd. 
 
 "WorksoftheLearned,The,"386. 
 
 Worrall's daughter, Mr., lOl. 
 
 Worsley, Lady, 105, 154, 283, 
 452 ; Swift dines with, 107 ; 
 ill, 426. 
 
 Wycombe. See Wicomb. 
 
 Wyndham ; Lady Katherine Sey- 
 mour, daughter of the Duke of 
 Somerset, married to Sir William 
 Wyndham, 194 ; escapes bare- 
 foot from the fire, 347. 
 
 Wyndham, Sir William, 194, 403 ; 
 Swift dines with, 194, 239 ; a 
 member of " the Society," 299, 
 353 ; his house in the Hay- 
 market burnt down, 346, 347. 
 
 Wynendale, 156. 
 
 Yalden, Dr., 323. 
 Yarn, proposed bill for laying a 
 duty on Irish, 152, 154, 155, 
 
 156, 159- 
 York, Dr. John Sharp, Archbishop 
 of, 326 «., 460, 461, 462. 
 
 York, Duchess of, 
 Yorkshire, 376. 
 
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