but no hurt; the horse understanding falls very well, and lying quietly till I get up.  My duty to the Bishop of Clogher.[5] I saw him returning from Dunleary; but he saw not me.  I take it ill he was not at Convocation, and that I have not his name to my powers.[6] I beg you will hold your resolution of going to Trim, and riding there as much as you can.  Let the Bishop of Clogher remind the Bishop of Killala[7] to send me a letter, with one enclosed to the Bishop of Lichfield.[8] Let all who write to me, enclose to Richard Steele, Esq., at his office at the Cockpit, near Whitehall.[9] But not MD; I will pay for their letters at St. James’s Coffee-house,[10] that I may have them the sooner.  My Lord Mountjoy[11] is now in the humour that we should begin our journey this afternoon; so that I have stole here again to finish this letter, which must be short or long accordingly.  I write this post to Mrs. Wesley,[12] and will tell her, that I have taken care she may have her bill of one hundred and fifteen pounds whenever she pleases to send for it; and in that case I desire you will send it her enclosed and sealed, and have it ready so, in case she should send for it:  otherwise keep it.  I will say no more till I hear whether I go to-day or no:  if I do, the letter is almost at an end.  My cozen Abigail is grown prodigiously old.  God Almighty bless poo dee richar MD; and, for God’s sake, be merry, and get oo health.  I am perfectly resolved to return as soon as I have done my commission, whether it succeeds or no.  I never went to England with so little desire in my life.  If Mrs. Curry[13] makes any difficulty about the lodgings, I will quit them and pay her from July 9 last, and Mrs. Brent[14] must write to Parvisol[15] with orders accordingly.  The post is come from London, and just going out; so I have only time to pray God to bless poor richr MD FW FW MD MD me me me.

LETTER 2.

London, Sept. 9, 1710.

Got here last Thursday,[1] after five days’ travelling, weary the first, almost dead the second, tolerable the third, and well enough the rest; and am now glad of the fatigue, which has served for exercise; and I am at present well enough.  The Whigs were ravished to see me, and would lay hold on me as a twig while they are drowning,[2] and the great men making me their clumsy apologies, etc.  But my Lord Treasurer[3] received me with a great deal of coldness, which has enraged me so, I am almost vowing revenge.  I have not yet gone half my circle; but I find all my acquaintance just as I left them.  I hear my Lady Giffard[4] is much at Court, and Lady Wharton[5] was ridiculing it t’other day; so I have lost a friend there.  I have not yet seen her, nor intend it; but I will contrive to see Stella’s mother[6] some other way.  I writ to the Bishop of Clogher from Chester; and I now write to the Archbishop of Dublin.[7] Everything