30.  This morning I carried Domville to see my Lord Harley, and I did some business with Lord Treasurer, and have been all this afternoon with the printer, adding something to the second edition.  I dined with the printer:  the pamphlet makes a world of noise, and will do a great deal of good; it tells abundance of most important facts which were not at all known.  I’ll answer your letter to-morrow morning; or suppose I answer it just now, though it is pretty late.  Come then.—­You say you are busy with Parliaments, etc.; that’s more than ever I will be when I come back; but you will have none these two years.  Lord Santry, etc., yes, I have had enough on’t.[23] I am glad Dilly is mended; does not he thank me for showing him the Court and the great people’s faces?  He had his glass out at the Queen and the rest.  ’Tis right what Dilly says:  I depend upon nothing from my friends, but to go back as I came.  Never fear Laracor, ’twill mend with a peace, or surely they’ll give me the Dublin parish.  Stella is in the right:  the Bishop of Ossory[24] is the silliest, best-natured wretch breathing, of as little consequence as an egg-shell.  Well, the spelling I have mentioned before; only the next time say at least, and not at lest. Pox on your Newbury![25] what can I do for him?  I’ll give his case (I am glad it is not a woman’s) to what members I know; that’s all I can do.  Lord Treasurer’s lameness goes off daily.  Pray God preserve poor good Mrs. Stoyte; she would be a great loss to us all:  pray give her my service, and tell her she has my heartiest prayers.  I pity poor Mrs. Manley; but I think the child is happy to die, considering how little provision it would have had.—­Poh, every pamphlet abuses me, and for things that I never writ.  Joe[26] should have written me thanks for his two hundred pounds:  I reckon he got it by my means; and I must thank the Duke of Ormond, who I dare swear will say he did it on my account.  Are they golden pippins, those seven apples?  We have had much rain every day as well as you. 7 pounds, 17 shillings, 8 pence, old blunderer, not 18 shillings:  I have reckoned it eighteen times.  Hawkshaw’s eight pounds is not reckoned and if it be secure, it may lie where it is, unless they desire to pay it:  so Parvisol may let it drop till further orders; for I have put Mrs. Wesley’s money into the Bank, and will pay her with Hawkshaw’s.—­I mean that Hawkshaw’s money goes for an addition to MD, you know; but be good housewives.  Bernage never comes now to see me; he has no more to ask; but I hear he has been ill.—­A pox on Mrs. South’s[27] affair; I can do nothing in it, but by way of assisting anybody else that solicits it, by dropping a favourable word, if it comes in my way.  Tell Walls I do no more for anybody with my Lord Treasurer, especially a thing of this kind.  Tell him I have spent all my discretion, and have no more to use.—­And so I have answered your letter fully and plainly.—­And so I have got to the third side of my paper, which is more than belongs to you, young women.