is turning upside down; every Whig in great office will, to a man, be infallibly put out; and we shall have such a winter as hath not been seen in England.  Everybody asks me, how I came to be so long in Ireland, as naturally as if here were my being; but no soul offers to make it so:  and I protest I shall return to Dublin, and the Canal at Laracor,[8] with more satisfaction than ever I did in my life.  The Tatler[9] expects every day to be turned out of his employment; and the Duke of Ormond,[10] they say, will be Lieutenant of Ireland.  I hope you are now peaceably in Presto’s[11] lodgings; but I resolve to turn you out by Christmas; in which time I shall either do my business, or find it not to be done.  Pray be at Trim by the time this letter comes to you; and ride little Johnson, who must needs be now in good case.  I have begun this letter unusually, on the post-night, and have already written to the Archbishop; and cannot lengthen this.  Henceforth I will write something every day to MD, and make it a sort of journal; and when it is full, I will send it, whether MD writes or no; and so that will be pretty:  and I shall always be in conversation with MD, and MD with Presto.  Pray make Parvisol pay you the ten pounds immediately; so I ordered him.  They tell me I am grown fatter, and look better; and, on Monday, Jervas[12] is to retouch my picture.  I thought I saw Jack Temple[13] and his wife pass by me to-day in their coach; but I took no notice of them.  I am glad I have wholly shaken off that family.  Tell the Provost,[14] I have obeyed his commands to the Duke of Ormond; or let it alone, if you please.  I saw Jemmy Leigh[15] just now at the Coffee-house, who asked after you with great kindness:  he talks of going in a fortnight to Ireland.  My service to the Dean,[16] and Mrs. Walls, and her Archdeacon.[17] Will Frankland’s[18] wife is near bringing to-bed, and I have promised to christen the child.  I fancy you had my Chester letter the Tuesday after I writ.  I presented Dr. Raymond to Lord Wharton[19] at Chester.  Pray let me know when Joe gets his money.[20] It is near ten, and I hate to send by the bellman.[21] MD shall have a longer letter in a week, but I send this only to tell I am safe in London; and so farewell, etc.

LETTER 3.

London, Sept. 9, 1710.

After seeing the Duke of Ormond, dining with Dr. Cockburn,[1] passing some part of the afternoon with Sir Matthew Dudley[2] and Will Frankland, the rest at St. James’s Coffee-house, I came home, and writ to the Archbishop of Dublin and MD, and am going to bed.  I forgot to tell you, that I begged Will Frankland to stand Manley’s[3] friend with his father in this shaking season for places.  He told me, his father was in danger to be out; that several were now soliciting for Manley’s place; that he was accused of opening letters; that Sir Thomas Frankland[4] would sacrifice everything to save himself; and in that, I fear, Manley is undone, etc.