Governor; but he tells me to-day that he cannot go till Thursday or Friday.  I wish it were over.  Mr. Secretary tells me he is [in] no fear at all that France will play tricks with us.  If we have Dunkirk once, all is safe.  We rail now all against the Dutch, who, indeed, have acted like knaves, fools, and madmen.  Mr. Secretary is soon to be made a viscount.  He desired I would draw the preamble of his patent; but I excused myself from a work that might lose me a great deal of reputation, and get me very little.  We would fain have the Court make him an earl, but it would not be; and therefore he will not take the title of Bullenbrook,[8] which is lately extinct in the elder branch of his family.  I have advised him to be called Lord Pomfret; but he thinks that title is already in some other family;[9] and, besides, he objects that it is in Yorkshire, where he has no estate; but there is nothing in that, and I love Pomfret.  Don’t you love Pomfret?  Why?  ’Tis in all our histories; they are full of Pomfret Castle.  But what’s all this to you?  You don’t care for this.  Is Goody Stoyte come to London?  I have not heard of her yet.  The Dean of St. Patrick’s never had the manners to answer my letter.  I was t’other day to see Sterne[10] and his wife.  She is not half so handsome as when I saw her with you at Dublin.  They design to pass the summer at a house near Lord Somers’s, about a dozen miles off.  You never told me how my “Letter to Lord Treasurer” passes in Ireland.  I suppose you are drinking at this time Temple-something’s[11] waters.  Steele was arrested the other day for making a lottery directly against an Act of Parliament.  He is now under prosecution; but they think it will be dropped out of pity.[12] I believe he will very soon lose his employment, for he has been mighty impertinent of late in his Spectators; and I will never offer a word in his behalf.  Raymond writes me word that the Bishop of Meath[13] was going to summon me, in order to suspension, for absence, if the Provost had not prevented him.  I am prettily rewarded for getting them their First-Fruits, with a p—.  We have had very little hot weather during the whole month of June; and for a week past we have had a great deal of rain, though not every day.  I am just now told that the Governor of Dunkirk has not orders yet to deliver up the town to Jack Hill and his forces, but expects them daily.  This must put off Hill’s journey a while, and I don’t like these stoppings in such an affair.  Go, get oo gone, and drink oo waters, if this rain has not spoiled them, sauci doxi.  I have no more to say to oo at plesent; but rove Pdfr, and MD, and me.  And Podefr will rove Pdfr, and MD and me.  I wish you had taken any account when I sent money to Mrs. Brent.  I believe I han’t done it a great while.  And pray send me notice when me . . . to have it when it is due.[14] Farewell, dearest MD FW FW FW me me me.