22.  I dined to-day with Lord Steward.[3] There Frank Annesley[4] (a Parliament-man) told me he had heard that I had wrote to my friends in Ireland to keep firm to the Whig interest; for that Lord Treasurer would certainly declare for it after the peace.  Annesley said twenty people had told him this.  You must know this is what they endeavour to report of Lord Treasurer, that he designs to declare for the Whigs; and a Scotch fellow has wrote the same to Scotland; and his meeting with those lords gives occasion to such reports.  Let me henceforth call Lord Treasurer Eltee, because possibly my letters may be opened.  Pray remember Eltee.  You know the reason; L.T. and Eltee pronounced the same way.  Stay, ’tis five weeks since I had a letter from MD.  I allow you six.  You see why I cannot come over the beginning of April; whoever has to do with this Ministry can fix no time:  but as[5] hope saved, it is not Pdfr’s fault.  Pay don’t blame poo Pdfr.  Nite deelest logues MD.[6]

23.  I dined to-day at Sir Thomas Hanmer’s, by an old appointment:  there was the Duke of Ormond, and Lord and Lady Orkney.  I left them at six.  Everybody is as sour as vinegar.  I endeavour to keep a firm friendship between the Duke of Ormond and Eltee. (Oo know who Eltee is, or have oo fordot already?) I have great designs, if I can compass them; but delay is rooted in Eltee’s heart; yet the fault is not altogether there, that things are no better.  Here is the cursedest libel in verse come out that ever was seen, called The Ambassadress;[7] it is very dull, too; it has been printed three or four different ways, and is handed about, but not sold.  It abuses the Queen horribly.  The Examiner has cleared me to-day of being author of his paper, and done it with great civilities to me.[8] I hope it will stop people’s mouths; if not, they must go on and be hanged, I care not.  ’Tis terribly rainy weather, I’ll go sleep.  Nite deelest MD.

24.  It rained all this day, and ruined me in coach-hire.  I went to Colonel Disney, who is past danger.  Then I visited Lord Keeper, who was at dinner; but I would not dine with him, but drove to Lord Treasurer (Eltee I mean), paid the coachman, and went in; but he dined abroad:  so I was forced to call the coachman again, and went to Lord Bolingbroke’s.  He dined abroad too; and at Lord Dupplin’s I alighted, and by good luck got a dinner there, and then went to the Latin play at Westminster School, acted by the boys; and Lord Treasurer (Eltee I mean again) honoured them with his presence.  Lady Masham’s eldest son, about two years old, is ill, and I am afraid will not live:  she is full of grief, and I pity and am angry with her.  Four shillings to-day in coach-hire; fais, it won’t do.  Our peace will certainly be ready by Thursday fortnight; but our Plenipotentiaries were to blame that it was not done already.  They thought their powers were not full enough to sign the peace, unless every Prince was ready, which cannot yet be; for Spain has no Minister yet at Utrecht; but now ours have new orders.  Nite MD.