to London from Moor Park. What, I warrant you do not
remember the Golden Farmer(13) neither, figgarkick soley?(14)

4. When must we answer this letter, this N.15 of our little MD? Heat and
laziness, and Sir Andrew Fountaine, made me dine to-day again at Mrs.
Van's; and, in short, this weather is unsupportable: how is it with you?
Lady Betty Butler and Lady Ashburnham sat with me two or three hours
this evening in my closet at Mrs. Van's. They are very good girls; and
if Lady Betty went to Ireland, you should let her be acquainted with
you. How does Dingley do this hot weather? Stella, I think, never
complains of it; she loves hot weather. There has not been a drop of
rain since Friday se'ennight. Yes, you do love hot weather, naughty
Stella, you do so; and Presto can't abide it. Be a good girl then, and I
will love you; and love one another, and don't be quarrelling girls.

5. I dined in the City to-day, and went from hence early to town, and
visited the Duke of Ormond and Mr. Secretary. They say my Lord Treasurer
has a dead warrant in his pocket; they mean a list of those who are to
be turned out of employment; and we every day now expect those changes.
I passed by the Treasury to-day, and saw vast crowds waiting to give
Lord Treasurer petitions as he passes by. He is now at the top of
power and favour: he keeps no levees yet. I am cruel thirsty this hot
weather.--I am just this minute going to swim. I take Patrick down with
me, to hold my nightgown, shirt, and slippers, and borrow a napkin of my
landlady for a cap. So farewell till I come up; but there is no danger,
don't be frighted.--I have been swimming this half-hour and more; and
when I was coming out I dived, to make my head and all through wet, like
a cold bath; but, as I dived, the napkin fell off and is lost, and I
have that to pay for. O, faith, the great stones were so sharp, I could
hardly set my feet on them as I came out. It was pure and warm. I got to
bed, and will now go sleep.

6. Morning. This letter shall go to-morrow; so I will answer yours when
I come home to-night. I feel no hurt from last night's swimming. I lie
with nothing but the sheet over me, and my feet quite bare. I must rise
and go to town before the tide is against me. Morrow, sirrahs; dear
sirrahs, morrow.--At night. I never felt so hot a day as this since I
was born. I dined with Lady Betty Germaine, and there was the young Earl
of Berkeley(15) and his fine lady. I never saw her befo