25.  Morning.  I know not whether my warrant be yet ready from the Duke of Ormond.  I suppose it will by tonight.  I am going abroad, and will keep this unsealed, till I know whether all be finished.  Mollow,[26] sollahs.

I had this letter all day in my pocket, waiting till I heard the warrants were gone over.  Mr. Lewis sent to Southwell’s clerk at ten; and he said the Bishop of Killaloe[27] had desired they should be stopped till next post.  He sent again, that the Bishop of Killaloe’s business had nothing to do with ours.  Then I went myself, but it was past eleven, and asked the reason.  Killaloe is removed to Raphoe, and he has a mind to have an order for the rents of Raphoe, that have fallen due since the vacancy, and he would have all stop till he has gotten that.  A pretty request!  But the clerk, at Mr. Lewis’s message, sent the warrants for Sterne and me; but then it was too late to send this, which frets me heartily, that MD should not have intelligence first from Pdfr.  I think to take a hundred pounds a year out of the deanery, and divide it between MD and Pr,[28] and so be one year longer in paying the debt; but we’ll talk of zis hen I come over.  So nite dear sollahs.  Lele.[29]

26.  I was at Court to-day, and a thousand people gave me joy; so I ran out.  I dined with Lady Orkney.  Yesterday I dined with Lord Treasurer and his Saturday people as usual; and was so bedeaned!  The Archbishop of York says he will never more speak against me.  Pray see that Parvisol stirs about getting my patent.  I have given Tooke DD’s note to prove she is alive.  I’ll answer oo rettle. . . .  Nite.

27.  Nothing new to-day.  I dined with Tom Harley, etc.  I’ll seal up this to-night.  Pray write soon. . . .  MD MD MD FW FW FW me me me Lele, lele.

LETTER 64.[1]

London, May 16 [1713].

I had yours, No. 40, yesterday.  Your new Bishop acts very ungratefully.  I cannot say so bad of it as he deserved.  I begged at the same post his warrant and mine went over, that he would leave those livings to my disposal.  I shall write this post to him to let him know how ill I take it.  I have letters to tell me that I ought to think of employing some body to set the tithes of the deanery.  I know not what to do at this distance.  I cannot be in Ireland under a month.  I will write two orders; one to Parvisol, and t’other to Parvisol, and a blank for whatever fellow it is whom the last Dean employed; and I would desire you to advise with friends which to make use of:  and if the latter, let the fellow’s name be inserted, and both act by commission.  If the former, then speak to Parvisol, and know whether he can undertake it.  I doubt it is hardly to be done by a perfect stranger alone, as Parvisol is.  He may perhaps venture at all, to keep up his interest with me; but that is needless, for I am willing to do him any good, that