3d in my last, where I dined; and because I had done it constantly,
I thought it was a great omission, and was going to interline it; but at
last the silliness of it made me cry, Pshah, and I let it alone. I was
to-day to see the Parliament meet; but only saw a great crowd; and Ford
and I went to see the tombs at Westminster, and sauntered so long I
was forced to go to an eating-house for my dinner. Bromley(1) is chosen
Speaker, nemine contradicente: Do you understand those two words?
And Pompey, Colonel Hill's(2) black, designs to stand Speaker for the
footmen.(3) I am engaged to use my interest for him, and have spoken to
Patrick to get him some votes. We are now all impatient for the Queen's
speech, what she will say about removing the Ministry, etc. I have got
a cold, and I don't know how; but got it I have, and am hoarse: I don't
know whether it will grow better or worse. What's that to you? I won't
answer your letter to-night. I'll keep you a little longer in suspense:
I can't send it. Your mother's cakes are very good, and one of them
serves me for a breakfast, and so I'll go sleep like a good boy.
26. I have got a cruel cold, and stayed within all this day in my
nightgown, and dined on sixpennyworth of victuals, and read and writ,
and was denied to everybody. Dr. Raymond(4) called often, and I was
denied; and at last, when I was weary, I let him come up, and asked him,
without consequence, how Patrick denied me, and whether he had the
art of it? So by this means he shall be used to have me denied to him;
otherwise he would be a plaguy trouble and hindrance to me: he has sat
with me two hours, and drank a pint of ale cost me fivepence, and smoked
his pipe, and it is now past eleven that he is just gone. Well, my
eighth is with you now, young women; and your seventh to me is somewhere
in a post-boy's bag; and so go to your gang of deans, and Stoytes, and
Walls, and lose your money; go, sauceboxes: and so good-night, and be
happy, dear rogues. Oh, but your box was sent to Dr. Hawkshaw by Sterne,
and you will have it with Hawkshaw, and spectacles, etc., etc.
27. To-day Mr. Harley met me in the Court of Requests,(5) and whispered
me to dine with him. At dinner I told him what those bishops had done,
and the difficulty I was under. He bid me never trouble myself; he would
tell the Duke of Ormond the business was done, and that he need not
concern himself about it. So now I am easy, and they may hang themselves
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