them.  ’Tis now past the middle of August; so by your reckoning you are in Dublin.  It would vex me to the dogs that letters should miscarry between Dublin and Wexford, after ’scaping the salt seas.  I will write no more to that nasty town in haste again, I warrant you.  I have been four Sundays together at Windsor, of which a fortnight together; but I believe I shall not go to-morrow, for I will not, unless the Secretary asks me.  I know all your news about the Mayor:  it makes no noise here at all, but the quarrel of your Parliament does; it is so very extraordinary, and the language of the Commons so very pretty.  The Examiner has been down this month, and was very silly the five or six last papers; but there is a pamphlet come out, in answer to a letter to the seven Lords who examined Gregg.[21] The Answer[22] is by the real author of the Examiner, as I believe; for it is very well written.  We had Trapp’s poem on the Duke of Ormond[23] printed here, and the printer sold just eleven of them.  ’Tis a dull piece, not half so good as Stella’s; and she is very modest to compare herself with such a poetaster.  I am heartily sorry for poor Mrs. Parnell’s[24] death; she seemed to be an excellent good-natured young woman, and I believe the poor lad is much afflicted; they appeared to live perfectly well together.  Dilly is not tired at all with England, but intends to continue here a good while:  he is mighty easy to be at distance from his two sisters-in-law.  He finds some sort of scrub acquaintance; goes now and then in disguise to a play; smokes his pipe; reads now and then a little trash, and what else the Lord knows.  I see him now and then; for he calls here, and the town being thin, I am less pestered with company than usual.  I have got rid of many of my solicitors, by doing nothing for them:  I have not above eight or nine left, and I’ll be as kind to them.  Did I tell you of a knight who desired me to speak to Lord Treasurer to give him two thousand pounds, or five hundred pounds a year, until he could get something better?  I honestly delivered my message to the Treasurer, adding, the knight was a puppy, whom I would not give a groat to save from the gallows.  Cole Reading’s father-in-law has been two or three times at me, to recommend his lights to the Ministry, assuring me that a word of mine would, etc.  Did not that dog use to speak ill of me, and profess to hate me?  He knows not where I lodge, for I told him I lived in the country; and I have ordered Patrick to deny me constantly to him.—­Did the Bishop of London[25] die in Wexford? poor gentleman!  Did he drink the waters? were you at his burial? was it a great funeral? so far from his friends!  But he was very old:  we shall all follow.  And yet it was a pity, if God pleased.  He was a good man; not very learned:  I believe he died but poor.  Did he leave any charity legacies? who held up his pall? was there a great sight of clergy? do they design a tomb for him?—­ Are you