So there’s your money, and we are both even:  for I’ll pay you no more than that eight pounds Irish, and pray be satisfied.

Churchwarden’s accounts, boys.

Saturday night.  I have broke open my letter, and tore it into the bargain, to let you know that we are all safe:  the Queen has made no less than twelve lords,[18] to have a majority; nine new ones, the other three peers’ sons; and has turned out the Duke of Somerset.  She is awaked at last, and so is Lord Treasurer:  I want nothing now but to see the Duchess out.  But we shall do without her.  We are all extremely happy.  Give me joy, sirrahs.  This is written in a coffee-house.  Three of the new lords are of our Society.

LETTER 38.

London, Dec. 29, 1711.

I put my letter in this evening, after coming from dinner at Ned Southwell’s, where I drank very good Irish wine, and we are in great joy at this happy turn of affairs.  The Queen has been at last persuaded to her own interest and security, and I freely think she must have made both herself and kingdom very unhappy, if she had done otherwise.  It is still a mighty secret that Masham is to be one of the new lords; they say he does not yet know it himself; but the Queen is to surprise him with it.  Mr. Secretary will be a lord at the end of the session; but they want him still in Parliament.  After all, it is a strange unhappy necessity of making so many peers together; but the Queen has drawn it upon herself, by her confounded trimming and moderation.  Three, as I told you, are of our Society.

30.  I writ the Dean and you a lie yesterday; for the Duke of Somerset is not yet turned out.  I was to-day at Court, and resolved to be very civil to the Whigs; but saw few there.  When I was in the bed-chamber talking to Lord Rochester, he went up to Lady Burlington,[1] who asked him who I was; and Lady Sunderland and she whispered about me:  I desired Lord Rochester to tell Lady Sunderland I doubted she was not as much in love with me as I was with her; but he would not deliver my message.  The Duchess of Shrewsbury came running up to me, and clapped her fan up to hide us from the company, and we gave one another joy of this change; but sighed when we reflected on the Somerset family not being out.  The Secretary and I, and brother Bathurst, and Lord Windsor, dined with the Duke of Ormond.  Bathurst and Windsor[2] are to be two of the new lords.  I desired my Lord Radnor’s brother,[3] at Court to-day, to let my lord know I would call on him at six, which I did, and was arguing with him three hours to bring him over to us, and I spoke so closely that I believe he will be tractable; but he is a scoundrel, and though I said I only talked for my love to him, I told a lie; for I did not care if he were hanged:  but everyone gained over is of consequence.  The Duke of Marlborough was at Court today, and nobody hardly took notice of him.  Masham’s being a lord begins to take wind:  nothing at Court can be kept a secret.  Wednesday will be a great day:  you shall know more.