pounds in two months is nine score pounds a year; a matter of nothing in Stella’s purse!  I dreamed Billy Swift was alive, and that I told him you writ me word he was dead, and that you had been at his funeral; and I admired at your impudence, and was in mighty haste to run and let you know what lying rogues you were.  Poor lad! he is dead of his mother’s former folly and fondness; and yet now I believe, as you say, that her grief will soon wear off.—­O yes, Madam Dingley, mightily tired of the company, no doubt of it, at Wexford!  And your description of it is excellent; clean sheets, but bare walls; I suppose then you lay upon the walls.—­Mrs. Walls has got her tea; but who pays me the money?  Come, I shall never get it; so I make a present of it, to stop some gaps, etc.  Where’s the thanks of the house?  So, that’s well; why, it cost four-and-thirty shillings English—­you must adjust that with Mrs. Walls; I think that is so many pence more with you.—­No, Leigh and Sterne, I suppose, were not at the water-side:  I fear Sterne’s business will not be done; I have not seen him this good while.  I hate him, for the management of that box; and I was the greatest fool in nature for trusting to such a young jackanapes; I will speak to him once more about it, when I see him.  Mr. Addison and I met once more since, and I supped with him; I believe I told you so somewhere in this letter.  The Archbishop chose an admirable messenger in Walls, to send to me; yet I think him fitter for a messenger than anything.—­The D——­ she has!  I did not observe her looks.  Will she rot out of modesty with Lady Giffard?  I pity poor Jenny[18]—­but her husband is a dunce, and with respect to him she loses little by her deafness.  I believe, Madam Stella, in your accounts you mistook one liquor for another, and it was an hundred and forty quarts of wine, and thirty-two of water.—­This is all written in the morning before I go to the Secretary, as I am now doing.  I have answered your letter a little shorter than ordinary; but I have a mind it should go to-day, and I will give you my journal at night in my next; for I’m so afraid of another letter before this goes:  I will never have two together again unanswered.—­What care I for Dr. Tisdall and Dr. Raymond, or how many children they have!  I wish they had a hundred apiece.—­Lord Treasurer promises me to answer the bishops’ letter to-morrow, and show it me; and I believe it will confirm all I said, and mortify those that threw the merit on the Duke of Ormond; for I have made him jealous of it; and t’other day, talking of the matter, he said, “I am your witness, you got it for them before the Duke was Lord Lieutenant.”  My humble service to Mrs. Walls, Mrs. Stoyte, and Catherine.  Farewell, etc.

What do you do when you see any literal mistakes in my letters? how do you set them right? for I never read them over to correct them.  Farewell, again.

Pray send this note to Mrs. Brent, to get the money when Parvisol comes to town, or she can send to him.