9.  Morning; seven, in bed.  Patrick is just come from Mr. Harley’s.  He slept well till four; the surgeon sat[23] 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, etc., 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. Raymond, of which I hear nothing, and it is now too late.  Secondly, about Mr. Clements:[24] I can do nothing in it, 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:[25] 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 engaged 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 Bernage write him a letter of thanks, as of a thing given him for nothing, upon recommendations, etc.  Disney tells me he will again speak to Fielding, and clear up this matter; 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 engaged 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 bargain,[26] as a major-general told me, whose opinion I asked.  I am now hurried, and can say no more.  Farewell, etc. etc.