LETTER 21.

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 promotions made.  This is my thought, etc.

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 Duke of Tuscany used to send to Sir William Temple:[1] 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, etc.

16.  I went with Ford into the City to-day, and dined with Stratford, and drank Tokay, 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 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,[2] and she has cooked it into a sixpenny pamphlet, in her own style, only the first page is left as I was beginning 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 morning, and cost me seven and sixpence to two servants.  I would give two guineas you had it, etc.

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 stayed till eight.  There was Sir Thomas Mansel, Prior, George Granville, and Mr. Caesar,[3] and we were very merry.  My head is still wrong, but I have had no formal fit, only I totter a little.  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.