2.  I have been now five days at Windsor, and Patrick has been drunk three times that I have seen, and oftener I believe.  He has lately had clothes that have cost me five pounds, and the dog thinks he has the whip-hand of me:  he begins to master me; so now I am resolved to part with him, and will use him without the least pity.  The Secretary and I have been walking three or four hours to-day.  The Duchess of Shrewsbury[12] asked him, was not that Dr.—­Dr.- -and she could not say my name in English, but said Dr. Presto, which is Italian for Swift.  Whimsical enough, as Billy Swift[13] says.  I go to-morrow with the Secretary to his house at Bucklebury, twenty-five miles from hence, and return early on Sunday morning.  I will leave this letter behind me locked up, and give you an account of my journey when I return.  I had a letter yesterday from the Bishop of Clogher, who is coming up to his Parliament.  Have you any correspondence with him to Wexford?  Methinks, I now long for a letter from you, dated Wexford, July 24, etc.  O Lord, that would be so pretending;[14] and then, says you, Stella can’t write much, because it is bad to write when one drinks the waters; and I think, says you, I find myself better already, but I cannot tell yet whether it be the journey or the waters.  Presto is so silly to-night; yes he be; but Presto loves MD dearly, as hope saved.

3.  Morning.  I am to go this day at noon, as I told you, to Bucklebury:  we dine at twelve, and expect to be there in four hours.  I cannot bid you good-night now, because I shall be twenty-five miles from this paper to-night, and so my journal must have a break; so good-morrow, etc.

4, 5.  I dined yesterday at Bucklebury, where we lay two nights, and set out this morning at eight, and were here at twelve; in four hours we went twenty-six miles.  Mr. Secretary was a perfect country gentleman at Bucklebury:  he smoked tobacco with one or two neighbours; he inquired after the wheat in such a field; he went to visit his hounds, and knew all their names; he and his lady saw me to my chamber just in the country fashion.  His house is in the midst of near three thousand pounds a year he had by his lady,[15] who is descended from Jack Newbury, of whom books and ballads are written; and there is an old picture of him in the house.  She is a great favourite of mine.  I lost church to-day; but I dressed and shaved, and went to Court, and would not dine with the Secretary, but engaged myself to a private dinner with Mr. Lewis, and one friend more.  We go to London to-morrow; for Lord Dartmouth, the other Secretary, is come, and they are here their weeks by turns.