you to the world to come?  What ballad?  Why go look, it was not good for much:  have patience till I come back:  patience is a gay thing as, etc.  I hear nothing of Lord Mountjoy’s coming for Ireland.  When is Stella’s birthday? in March?  Lord bless me, my turn at Christ Church;[33] it is so natural to hear you write about that, I believe you have done it a hundred times; it is as fresh in my mind, the verger coming to you; and why to you?  Would he have you preach for me?  O, pox on your spelling of Latin, Johnsonibus atque, that is the way.  How did the Dean get that name by the end?  ’Twas you betrayed me:  not I, faith; I’ll not break his head.  Your mother is still in the country, I suppose; for she promised to see me when she came to town.  I writ to her four days ago, to desire her to break it to Lady Giffard, to put some money for you in the Bank, which was then fallen thirty per cent.  Would to God mine had been here, I should have gained one hundred pounds, and got as good interest as in Ireland, and much securer.  I would fain have borrowed three hundred pounds; but money is so scarce here, there is no borrowing, by this fall of stocks.  ’Tis rising now, and I knew it would:  it fell from one hundred and twenty-nine to ninety-six.  I have not heard since from your mother.  Do you think I would be so unkind not to see her, that you desire me in a style so melancholy?  Mrs. Raymond,[34] you say, is with child:  I am sorry for it; and so is, I believe, her husband.  Mr. Harley speaks all the kind things to me in the world; and, I believe, would serve me, if I were to stay here; but I reckon in time the Duke of Ormond may give me some addition to Laracor.  Why should the Whigs think I came to England to leave them?  Sure my journey was no secret.  I protest sincerely, I did all I could to hinder it, as the Dean can tell you, although now I do not repent it.  But who the Devil cares what they think?  Am I under obligations in the least to any of them all?  Rot ’em, for ungrateful dogs; I will make them repent their usage before I leave this place.  They say here the same thing of my leaving the Whigs; but they own they cannot blame me, considering the treatment I have had.  I will take care of your spectacles, as I told you before, and of the Bishop of Killala’s; but I will not write to him, I have not time.  What do you mean by my fourth, Madam Dinglibus?  Does not Stella say you have had my fifth, Goody Blunder?  You frighted me till I looked back.  Well, this is enough for one night.  Pray give my humble service to Mrs. Stoyte and her sister, Kate is it, or Sarah?[35] I have forgot her name, faith.  I think I will even (and to Mrs. Walls and the Archdeacon) send this to-morrow:  no, faith, that will be in ten days from the last.  I will keep it till Saturday, though I write no more.  But what if a letter from MD should come in the meantime?  Why then I would only say, “Madam, I have received your sixth letter; your most humble servant to command, Presto”; and so conclude.  Well, now I will write and think a little, and so to bed, and dream of MD.