I was to-day at Court, and saw Raymond among the Beefeaters, staying to see the Queen:  so I put him in a better station, made two or three dozen of bows, and went to church, and then to Court again, to pick up a dinner, as I did with Sir John Stanley; and then we went to visit Lord Mountjoy, and just now left him; and ’tis near eleven at night, young women; and methinks this letter comes pretty near to the bottom, and ’tis but eight days since the date, and don’t think I’ll write on the other side, I thank you for nothing.  Faith, if I would use you to letters on sheets as broad as this room, you would always expect them from me.  O, faith, I know you well enough; but an old saying, etc.,

     “Two sides in a sheet,
      And one in a street.”

I think that’s but a silly old saying; and so I’ll go to sleep, and do you so too.

4.  I dined to-day with Mrs. Vanhomrigh, and then came home, and studied till eleven.  No adventure at all to-day.

5.  So I went to the Court of Requests (we have had the Devil and all of rain by the bye) to pick up a dinner; and Henley made me go dine with him and one Colonel Bragg[22] at a tavern; cost me money, faith.  Congreve was to be there, but came not.  I came with Henley to the Coffee-house, where Lord Salisbury[23] seemed mighty desirous to talk with me; and, while he was wriggling himself into my favour, that dog Henley asked me aloud, whether I would go to see Lord Somers as I had promised (which was a lie); and all to vex poor Lord Salisbury, who is a high Tory.  He played two or three other such tricks; and I was forced to leave my lord, and I came home at seven, and have been writing ever since, and will now go to bed.  The other day I saw Jack Temple[24] in the Court of Requests:  it was the first time of seeing him; so we talked two or three careless words, and parted.  Is it true that your Recorder and Mayor, and fanatic aldermen, a month or two ago, at a solemn feast, drank Mr. Harley’s, Lord Rochester’s,[25] and other Tory healths?  Let me know; it was confidently said here.—­The scoundrels!  It shan’t do, Tom.

6.  When is this letter to go, I wonder? harkee, young women, tell me that.  Saturday next for certain, and not before:  then it will be just a fortnight; time enough for naughty girls, and long enough for two letters, faith.  Congreve and Delaval have at last prevailed on Sir Godfrey Kneller to entreat me to let him draw my picture for nothing; but I know not yet when I shall sit.[26]—­It is such monstrous rainy weather, that there is no doing with it.  Secretary St. John sent to me this morning, that my dining with him to-day was put off till to-morrow; so I peaceably sat with my neighbour Ford, dined with him, and came home at six, and am now in bed as usual; and now it is time to have another letter from MD, yet I would not have it till this goes; for that would look like two letters for one.  Is it not whimsical that the Dean has never once written to me?  And I find the Archbishop very silent to that letter I sent him with an account that the business was done.  I believe he knows not what to write or say; and I have since written twice to him, both times with a vengeance.[27] Well, go to bed, sirrahs, and so will I. But have you lost to-day?  Three shillings!  O fie, O fie!