ue. I have given Harrison hints for another Tatler to-morrow.
The jackanapes wants a right taste: I doubt he won't do. I dined with my
friend Lewis of the Secretary's office, and am got home early, because I
have much business to do; but before I begin, I must needs say something
to MD, faith--No, faith, I lie, it is but nineteen days to-day since my
last from MD. I have got Mr. Harley to promise that whatever changes are
made in the Council, the Bishop of Clogher shall not be removed, and he
has got a memorial accordingly. I will let the Bishop know so much in a
post or two. This is a secret; but I know he has enemies, and they shall
not be gratified, if they designed any such thing, which perhaps they
might; for some changes there will be made. So drink up your claret, and
be quiet, and do not lose your money.

16. Morning. Faith, I will send this letter to-day to shame you, if I
han't one from MD before night, that's certain. Won't you grumble for
want of the third side, pray now? Yes, I warrant you; yes, yes, you
shall have the third, you shall so, when you can catch it, some other
time; when you be writing girls.--O, faith, I think I won't stay till
night, but seal up this just now, and carry it in my pocket, and whip
it into the post-office as I come home at evening. I am going out
early this morning.--Patrick's bills for coals and candles, etc., come
sometimes to three shillings a week; I keep very good fires, though the
weather be warm. Ireland will never be happy till you get small coal(27)
likewise; nothing so easy, so convenient, so cheap, so pretty, for
lighting a fire. My service to Mrs. Stoyte and Walls; has she a boy or a
girl? A girl, hum; and died in a week, humm; and was poor Stella forced
to stand for godmother?--Let me know how accompts stand, that you may
have your money betimes. There's four months for my lodging, that must
be thought on too: and so go dine with Manley, and lose your money, do,
extravagant sluttikin, but don't fret.--It will be just three weeks when
I have the next letter, that's to-morrow. Farewell, dearest beloved MD;
and love poor, poor Presto, who has not had one happy day since he left
you, as hope saved.--It is the last sally I will ever make, but I hope
it will turn to some account. I have done more for these,(28) and
I think they are more honest than the last; however, I will not
be disappointed. I would make MD and me easy; and I never desired
more.--Farewell, etc. etc.