Turn
over.(29) I had not room on t'other side to say that, so I did it on
this: I fancy that's a good Irish blunder. Ah, why do not you go down to
Clogher, nautinautinautideargirls; I dare not say nauti without dear: O,
faith, you govern me. But, seriously, I'm sorry you don't go, as far as
I can judge at this distance. No, we would get you another horse; I will
make Parvisol get you one. I always doubted that horse of yours: prythee
sell him, and let it be a present to me. My heart aches when I think you
ride him. Order Parvisol to sell him, and that you are to return me the
money: I shall never be easy until he is out of your hands. Faith,
I have dreamt five or six times of horses stumbling since I had your
letter. If he can't sell him, 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 thi