let him run this winter.  Faith, if I was near you, I would whip your ——­ to some tune, for your grave, saucy answer about the Dean and Johnsonibus; I would, young women.  And did the Dean preach for me?[30] Very well.  Why, would they have me stand here and preach to them?  No, the Tatler of the Shilling[31] was not mine, more than the hint, and two or three general heads for it.  I have much more important business on my hands; and, besides, the Ministry hate to think that I should help him, and have made reproaches on it; and I frankly told them I would do it no more.  This is a secret though, Madam Stella.  You win eight shillings? you win eight fiddlesticks.  Faith, you say nothing of what you lose, young women.—­I hope Manley is in no great danger; for Ned Southwell is his friend, and so is Sir Thomas Frankland; and his brother John Manley stands up heartily for him.  On t’other side, all the gentlemen of Ireland here are furiously against him.  Now, Mistress Dingley, an’t you an impudent slut, to expect a letter next packet from Presto, when you confess yourself that you had so lately two letters in four days?  Unreasonable baggage!  No, little Dingley, I am always in bed by twelve; I mean my candle is out by twelve, and I take great care of myself.  Pray let everybody know, upon occasion, that Mr. Harley got the First-Fruits from the Queen for the clergy of Ireland, and that nothing remains but the forms, etc.  So you say the Dean and you dined at Stoyte’s, and Mrs. Stoyte was in raptures that I remembered her.  I must do it but seldom, or it will take off her rapture.  But what now, you saucy sluts? all this written in a morning, and I must rise and go abroad.  Pray stay till night:  do not think I will squander mornings upon you, pray, good madam.  Faith, if I go on longer in this trick of writing in the morning, I shall be afraid of leaving it off, and think you expect it, and be in awe.  Good-morrow, sirrahs, I will rise.—­At night.  I went to-day to the Court of Requests (I will not answer the rest of your letter yet, that by the way, in hopes to dine with Mr. Harley:  but Lord Dupplin,[32] his son-in-law, told me he did not dine at home; so I was at a loss, until I met with Mr. Secretary St. John, and went home and dined with him, where he told me of a good bite.[33] Lord Rivers told me two days ago, that he was resolved to come Sunday fortnight next to hear me preach before the Queen.  I assured him the day was not yet fixed, and I knew nothing of it.  To-day the Secretary told me that his father, Sir Harry St. John,[34] and Lord Rivers were to be at St. James’s Church, to hear me preach there; and were assured I was to preach:  so there will be another bite; for I know nothing of the matter, but that Mr. Harley and St. John are resolved I must preach before the Queen; and the Secretary of State has told me he will give me three weeks’ warning; but I desired to be excused, which he will not.  St. John, “You