28.  Morning.  Mr. Secretary sent me word he will call at my lodgings by two this afternoon, to take me to Windsor; so I must dine nowhere; and I promised Lord Treasurer to dine with him to-day; but I suppose we shall dine at Windsor at five, for we make but three hours there.[6] I am going abroad, but have left Patrick to put up my things, and to be sure to be at home half an hour before two.—­Windsor, at night.  We did not leave London till three, and dined here between six and seven; at nine I left the company, and went to see Lord Treasurer, who is just come.  I chid him for coming so late; he chid me for not dining with him; said he stayed an hour for me.  Then I went and sat with Mr. Lewis till just now, and it is past eleven.  I lie in the same house with the Secretary, one of the Prebendary’s houses.  The Secretary is not come from his apartment in the Castle.  Do you think that abominable dog Patrick was out after two to-day, and I in a fright every moment, for fear the chariot should come; and when he came in, he had not put up one rag of my things!  I never was in a greater passion, and would certainly have cropped one of his ears, if I had not looked every moment for the Secretary, who sent his equipage to my lodging before, and came in a chair from Whitehall to me, and happened to stay half an hour later than he intended.  One of Lord Treasurer’s servants gave me a letter to-night:  I found it was from ——­, with an offer of fifty pounds, to be paid me in what manner I pleased; because, he said, he desired to be well with me.  I was in a rage;[7] but my friend Lewis cooled me, and said it is what the best men sometimes meet with; and I have been not seldom served in the like manner, although not so grossly.  In these cases I never demur a moment, nor ever found the least inclination to take anything.  Well, I will go try to sleep in my new bed, and to dream of poor Wexford MD, and Stella that drinks water, and Dingley that drinks ale.

29.  I was at Court and church to-day, as I was this day se’ennight:  I generally am acquainted with about thirty in the drawing-room, and I am so proud I make all the lords come up to me:  one passes half an hour pleasant enough.  We had a dunce to preach before the Queen to-day, which often happens.  Windsor is a delicious situation, but the town is scoundrel.  I have this morning got the Gazette for Ben Tooke and one Barber a printer; it will be about three hundred pounds a year between them.  The other fellow was printer of the Examiner, which is now laid down.[8] I dined with the Secretary:  we were a dozen in all, three Scotch lords, and Lord Peterborow.  The Duke of Hamilton[9] would needs be witty, and hold up my train as I walked upstairs.  It is an ill circumstance that on Sundays much company always meet at the great tables.  Lord Treasurer told at Court what I said to Mr. Secretary on this occasion.  The Secretary showed me his bill of fare, to encourage me to dine with him.  “Poh,” said I, “show me a bill of company, for I value not your dinner.”  See how this is all blotted,[10] I can write no more here, but to tell you I love MD dearly, and God bless them.