ut some herb snuff prescribed by
Dr. Radcliffe.

Go to your deans,
You couple of queans.

I believe I said that already. What care I? what cares Presto?

22. Morning. I must rise and go to the Secretary's. Mr. Harley has
been out of town this week to refresh himself before he comes into
Parliament. Oh, but I must rise, so there is no more to be said; and so
morrow, sirrahs both.--Night. I dined to-day with the Secretary, who
has engaged me for every Sunday; and I was an hour with him this morning
deep in politics, where I told him the objections of the October Club,
and he answered all except one, that no inquiries are made into past
mismanagement. But indeed I believe they are not yet able to make
any: the late Ministry were too cunning in their rogueries, and fenced
themselves with an Act of general pardon. I believe Mr. Harley must be
Lord Treasurer; yet he makes one difficulty which is hard to answer: he
must be made a lord, and his estate is not large enough, and he is too
generous to make it larger; and if the Ministry should change soon by
any accident, he will be left in the suds. Another difficulty is, that
if he be made a peer, they will want him prodigiously in the House of
Commons, of which he is the great mover, and after him the Secretary,
and hardly any else of weight. Two shillings more to-day for coach and
chair. I shall be ruined.

23. So you expect an answer to your letter, do you so? Yes, yes, you
shall have an answer, you shall, young women. I made a good pun
on Saturday to my Lord Keeper. After dinner we had coarse Doiley
napkins,(6) fringed at each end, upon the table, to drink with: my Lord
Keeper spread one of them between him and Mr. Prior; I told him I was
glad to see there was such a fringeship (friendship) between Mr. Prior
and his lordship. Prior swore it was the worst he ever heard: I said I
thought so too; but at the same time I thought it was most like one of
Stella's that ever I heard. I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy, and this
evening saw the Venetian Ambassador(7) coming from his first public
audience. His coach was the most monstrous, huge, fine, rich gilt thing
that ever I saw. I loitered this evening, and came home late.

24. I was this morning to visit the Duchess of Ormond,(8) who has long
desired it, or threatened she would not let me visit her daughters.
I sat an hour with her, and we were good company, when in came the
Countess of Bellamont,(9) with a pox. I w