so we bowed and complimented a while,
and parted and I dined with Phil. Savage(10) and his Irish Club, at
their boarding-place; and, passing an evening scurvily enough, did not
come home till eight. Mr. Addison and I hardly meet once a fortnight;
his Parliament and my different friendships keep us asunder. Sir Matthew
Dudley turned away his butler yesterday morning; and at night the poor
fellow died suddenly in the streets: was not it an odd event? But what
care you? But then I knew the butler.--Why, it seems your packet-boat is
not lost: psha, how silly that is, when I had already gone through the
forms, and said it was a sad thing, and that I was sorry for it! But
when must I answer this letter of our MD's? Here it is, it lies between
this paper on t'other side of the leaf: one of these odd-come-shortly's
I'll consider, and so good-night.

13. Morning. I am to go trapesing with Lady Kerry(11) and Mrs. Pratt(12)
to see sights all this day: they engaged me yesterday morning at tea.
You hear the havoc making in the army: Meredith, Maccartney, and Colonel
Honeywood(13) are obliged to sell their commands at half-value, and
leave the army, for drinking destruction to the present Ministry, and
dressing up a hat on a stick, and calling it Harley; then drinking a
glass with one hand, and discharging a pistol with the other at the
maukin,(14) wishing it were Harley himself; and a hundred other such
pretty tricks, as inflaming their soldiers, and foreign Ministers,
against the late changes at Court. Cadogan(15) has had a little paring:
his mother(16) told me yesterday he had lost the place of Envoy; but I
hope they will go no further with him, for he was not at those mutinous
meetings.--Well, these saucy jades take up so much of my time with
writing to them in a morning; but, faith, I am glad to see you whenever
I can: a little snap and away; and so hold your tongue, for I must rise:
not a word, for your life. How nowww? So, very well; stay till I come
home, and then, perhaps, you may hear further from me. And where will
you go to-day, for I can't be with you for these ladies? It is a rainy,
ugly day. I'd have you send for Walls, and go to the Dean's; but don't
play small games when you lose. You'll be ruined by Manilio, Basto,
the queen, and two small trumps, in red.(17) I confess 'tis a good hand
against the player: but then there are Spadilio, Punto, the king, strong
trumps, against you, which, with one trump more, are three t