3.  I was at the Queen’s chapel to-day, but she was not there.  Mr. St. John, Lord Bolingbroke’s brother, came this day at noon with an express from Utrecht, that the peace is signed by all the Ministers there, but those of the Emperor, who will likewise sign in a few days; so that now the great work is in effect done, and I believe it will appear a most excellent peace for Europe, particularly for England.  Addison and I, and some others, dined with Lord Bolingbroke, and sat with him till twelve.  We were very civil, but yet when we grew warm, we talked in a friendly manner of party.  Addison raised his objections, and Lord Bolingbroke answered them with great complaisance.  Addison began Lord Somers’s health, which went about; but I bid him not name Lord Wharton’s, for I would not pledge it; and I told Lord Bolingbroke frankly that Addison loved Lord Wharton as little as I did:  so we laughed, etc.  Well, but you are glad of the peace, you Ppt the Trimmer, are not you?  As for DD I don’t doubt her.  Why, now, if I did not think Ppt had been a violent Tory, and DD the greater Whig of the two!  ’Tis late.  Nite MD.

4.  This Passion Week, people are so demure, especially this last day, that I told Dilly, who called here, that I would dine with him, and so I did, faith; and had a small shoulder of mutton of my own bespeaking.  It rained all day.  I came home at seven, and have never stirred out, but have been reading Sacheverell’s long dull sermon, which he sent me.  It is the first sermon since his suspension is expired; but not a word in it upon the occasion, except two or three remote hints.  The Bishop of Clogher has been sadly bit by Tom Ashe, who sent him a pun, which the Bishop had made, and designed to send to him, but delayed it; and Lord Pembroke and I made Sir Andrew Fountaine write it to Tom.  I believe I told you of it in my last; it succeeded right, and the Bishop was wondering to Lord Pembroke how he and his brother could hit on the same thing.  I’ll go to bed soon, for I must be at church by eight to-morrow, Easter Day.  Nite dee MD.

5.  Warburton[30] wrote to me two letters about a living of one Foulkes, who is lately dead in the county of Meath.  My answer is, that before I received the first letter, General Gorges[31] had recommended a friend of his to the Duke of Ormond, which was the first time I heard of its vacancy, and it was the Provost told me of it.  I believe verily that Foulkes was not dead when Gorges recommended the other:  for Warburton’s last letter said that Foulkes was dead the day before the date.—­This has prevented me from serving Warburton, as I would have done, if I had received early notice enough.  Pray say or write this to Warburton, to justify me to him.  I was at church at eight this morning, and dressed and shaved after I came back, but was too late at Court; and Lord Abingdon[32] was like to have snapped me for dinner, and I believe will fall out with me for refusing him; but I hate dining with them, and I dined with a private friend, and took two or three good walks; for it was a very fine day, the first we have had a great while.  Remember, was Easter Day a fine day with you?  I have sat with Lady Worsley till now.  Nite dee MD.