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, 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 overhead 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[10] 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,[11] who is very red, but I believe won’t be much marked.  As I was coming home, I met Sir George Beaumont[12] 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. Radcliffe 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 own poor 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 fortnight.

8.  I was to-day with the Duke of Ormond, and recommended to him the care of poor Joe Beaumont, who promises 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 Mr. Warburton.[13] 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 will 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,[14] the son of a grocer