ce, and turned it so that he
smoked me, and named Belasyse. I went on, and said it was a shame
to send him; to which he agreed, but desired I would name some who
understood business, and do not love money, for he could not find them.
I said there was something in a Treasurer different from other men; that
we ought not to make a man a Bishop who does not love divinity, or a
General who does not love war; and I wondered why the Queen would make a
man Lord Treasurer who does not love money. He was mightily pleased with
what I said. He was talking of the First-Fruits of England, and I took
occasion to tell him that I would not for a thousand pounds anybody but
he had got them for Ireland, who got them for England too. He bid me
consider what a thousand pounds was; I said I would have him to know I
valued a thousand pounds as little as he valued a million.--Is it not
silly to write all this? but it gives you an idea what our conversation
is with mixed company. I have taken a lodging in Suffolk Street, and go
to it on Thursday; and design to walk the Park and the town, to supply
my walking here: yet I will walk here sometimes too, in a visit now and
then to the Dean.(6) When I was almost at home, Patrick told me he had
two letters for me, and gave them to me in the dark, yet I could see one
of them was from saucy MD. I went to visit the Dean for half an hour;
and then came home, and first read the other letter, which was from the
Bishop of Clogher, who tells me the Archbishop of Dublin mentioned in a
full assembly of the clergy the Queen's granting the First-Fruits, said
it was done by the Lord Treasurer, and talked much of my merit in it:
but reading yours I find nothing of that: perhaps the Bishop lies, out
of a desire to please me. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh. Well, sirrahs,
you are gone to Wexford; but I'll follow you.

4. Sterne came to me again this morning, to advise about reasons and
memorials he is drawing up; and we went to town by water together; and
having nothing to do, I stole into the City to an instrument of mine,
and then went to see poor Patty Rolt,(7) who has been in town these
two months with a cousin of hers. Her life passes with boarding in some
country town as cheap as she can, and, when she runs out, shifting to
some cheaper place, or coming to town for a month. If I were rich, I
would ease her, which a little thing would do. Some months ago I sent
her a guinea, and it patched up twenty circumstances.