I walked by the bank to Cue [Kew], but no boat, then to Mortlake, but no boat, and it was nine o’clock.  At last a little sculler called, full of nasty people.  I made him set me down at Hammersmith, so walked two miles to this place, and got here by eleven.  Last night I had another such difficulty.  I was in the City till past ten at night; it rained hard, but no coach to be had.  It gave over a little, and I walked all the way here, and got home by twelve.  I love these shabby difficulties when they are over; but I hate them, because they arise from not having a thousand pound a year.  I had your N.30 about three days ago, which I will now answer.  And first, I did not relapse, but found[2] I came out before I ought; and so, and so, as I have told you in some of my last.  The first coming abroad made people think I was quite recovered, and I had no more messages afterwards.  Well, but John Bull is not writ by the person you imagine, as hope![3] It is too good for another to own.  Had it been Grub Street, I would have let people think as they please; and I think that’s right:  is not it now? so flap ee hand, and make wry mouth oo-self, sauci doxi.  Now comes DD.  Why sollah, I did write in a fortnight my 47th; and if it did not come in due time, can I help wind and weather? am I a Laplander? am I a witch? can I work miracles? can I make easterly winds?  Now I am against Dr. Smith.  I drink little water with my wine, yet I believe he is right.  Yet Dr. Cockburn told me a little wine would not hurt me; but it is so hot and dry, and water is so dangerous.  The worst thing here is my evenings at Lord Masham’s, where Lord Treasurer comes, and we sit till after twelve.  But it is convenient I should be among them for a while as much as possible.  I need not tell oo why.  But I hope that will be at an end in a month or two, one way or other, and I am resolved it shall.  But I can’t go to Tunbridge, or anywhere else out of the way, in this juncture.  So Ppt designs for Templeoag (what a name is that!).  Whereabouts is that place?  I hope not very far from Dublin.  Higgins is here, roaring that all is wrong in Ireland, and would have me get him an audience of Lord Treasurer to tell him so; but I will have nothing to do in it, no, not I, faith.  We have had no thunder till last night, and till then we were dead for want of rain; but there fell a great deal:  no field looked green.  I reckon the Queen will go to Windsor in three or four weeks:  and if the Secretary takes a house there, I shall be sometimes with him.  But how affectedly Ppt talks of my being here all the summer; which I do not intend:  nor to stay one minute longer in England than becomes the circumstances I am in.  I wish you would go soon into the country, and take a good deal of it; and where better than Trim?  Joe will be your humble servant, Parvisol your slave, and Raymond at your command, for he piques himself on good manners.  I have seen Dilly’s wife—­and I have seen once or twice old