2.  This morning Mr. Ford came to me to walk into the City, where he had business, and then to buy books at Bateman’s; and I laid out one pound five shillings for a Strabo and Aristophanes, and I have now got books enough to make me another shelf, and I will have more, or it shall cost me a fall; and so as we came back, we drank a flask of right French wine at Ben Tooke’s chamber; and when I got home, Mrs. Vanhomrigh sent me word her eldest daughter[4] was taken suddenly very ill, and desired I would come and see her.  I went, and found it was a silly trick of Mrs. Armstrong,[5] Lady Lucy’s sister, who, with Moll Stanhope, was visiting there:  however, I rattled off the daughter.

3.  To-day I went and dined at Lady Lucy’s, where you know I have not been this long time.  They are plaguy Whigs, especially the sister Armstrong, the most insupportable of all women, pretending to wit, without any taste.  She was running down the last Examiner,[6] the prettiest I had read, with a character of the present Ministry.—­I left them at five, and came home.  But I forgot to tell you, that this morning my cousin Dryden Leach, the printer, came to me with a heavy complaint, that Harrison the new Tatler had turned him off, and taken the last Tatler’s printers again.  He vowed revenge; I answered gravely, and so he left me, and I have ordered Patrick to deny me to him from henceforth:  and at night comes a letter from Harrison, telling me the same thing, and excused his doing it without my notice, because he would bear all the blame; and in his Tatler of this day[7] he tells you the story, how he has taken his old officers, and there is a most humble letter from Morphew and Lillie to beg his pardon, etc.[8] And lastly, this morning Ford sent me two letters from the Coffee-house (where I hardly ever go), one from the Archbishop of Dublin, and t’other from—­Who do you think t’other was from?—­ I’ll tell you, because you are friends; why, then it was, faith, it was from my own dear little MD, N.10.  Oh, but will not answer it now, no, noooooh, I’ll keep it between the two sheets; here it is, just under; oh, I lifted up the sheet and saw it there:  lie still, you shan’t be answered yet, little letter; for I must go to bed, and take care of my head.

4.  I avoid going to church yet, for fear of my head, though it has been much better these last five or six days, since I have taken Lady Kerry’s bitter.  Our frost holds like a dragon.  I went to Mr. Addison’s, and dined with him at his lodgings; I had not seen him these three weeks, we are grown common acquaintance; yet what have not I done for his friend Steele?  Mr. Harley reproached me the last time I saw him, that to please me he would be reconciled to Steele, and had promised and appointed to see him, and that Steele never came.  Harrison, whom Mr. Addison recommended to me, I have introduced to the Secretary of State, who has promised me to take care of him; and I have represented Addison himself