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 hope saved.[22] 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 a necessity of rambling the country until 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 are at Wexford.  But I am kept here by a most capricious 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 all 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, but that everything 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[23] had poured water on Stella’s head:  I heard the little bird say so.  Well, I have answered everything 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 will not like me.  Come, let me rise, sirrahs.  Morrow.—­At