12.  Morning.  This goes to-day as usual.  I think of going into the City; but of that at night.  ’Tis fine moderate weather these two or three days last.  Farewell, etc. etc.

LETTER 39.

London, Jan. 12,1711-12.

When I sealed up my letter this morning, I looked upon myself to be not worth a groat in the world.  Last night, after Mr. Ford and I left Domville, Ford desired me to go with him for a minute upon earnest business, and then told me that both he and I were ruined; for he had trusted Stratford with five hundred pounds for tickets for the lottery, and he had been with Stratford, who confessed he had lost fifteen thousand pounds by Sir Stephen Evans,[1] who broke last week; that he concluded Stratford must break too; that he could not get his tickets, but Stratford made him several excuses, which seemed very blind ones, etc.  And Stratford had near four hundred pounds of mine, to buy me five hundred pounds in the South Sea Company.  I came home reflecting a little; nothing concerned me but MD.  I called all my philosophy and religion up; and, I thank God, it did not keep me awake beyond my usual time above a quarter of an hour.  This morning I sent for Tooke, whom I had employed to buy the stock of Stratford, and settle things with him.  He told me I was secure; for Stratford had transferred it to me in form in the South Sea House, and he had accepted it for me, and all was done on stamped parchment.  However, he would be further informed; and at night sent me a note to confirm me.  However, I am not yet secure; and, besides, am in pain for Ford, whom I first brought acquainted with Stratford.  I dined in the City.

13.  Domville and I dined with Ford to-day by appointment:  the Lord Mansel told me at Court to-day that I was engaged to him; but Stratford had promised Ford to meet him and me to-night at Ford’s lodgings.  He did so; said he had hopes to save himself in his affair with Evans.  Ford asked him for his tickets:  he said he would send them tomorrow; but looking in his pocket-book, said he believed he had some of them about him, and gave him as many as came to two hundred pounds, which rejoiced us much; besides, he talked so frankly, that we might think there is no danger.  I asked him, Was there any more to be settled between us in my affair?  He said, No; and answered my questions just as Tooke had got them from others; so I hope I am safe.  This has been a scurvy affair.  I believe Stella would have half laughed at me, to see a suspicious fellow like me overreached.  I saw Prince Eugene to-day at Court:  I don’t think him an ugly-faced fellow, but well enough, and a good shape.