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. Secretary 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 spoilt a fine gentleman.  I dined with my neighbour 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 will dine at Stoyte’s to-morrow.  Mr. Harley promised to see me in a 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 henceforward.  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, etc.  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 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 on me more than you sent:  and I, like a fool, must look over all yours, to see whether this was really N.12, 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