me at Mr. Steele's; but direct
for Mr. Steele, at his office at the Cockpit, and let the enclosed be
directed for me: that mistake cost me eighteenpence the other day.

30. I dined with Stratford to-day, but am not to see Mr. Harley till
Wednesday: it is late, and I send this before there is occasion for the
bell; because I would have Joe have his letter, and Parvisol too; which
you must so contrive as not to cost them double postage. I can say no
more, but that I am, etc.

LETTER 5.

LONDON, Sept. 30, 1710.

Han't I brought myself into a fine praemunire,(1) to begin writing
letters in whole sheets? and now I dare not leave it off. I cannot tell
whether you like these journal letters: I believe they would be dull
to me to read them over; but, perhaps, little MD is pleased to know how
Presto passes his time in her absence. I always begin my last the same
day I ended my former. I told you where I dined to-day at a tavern with
Stratford: Lewis,(2) who is a great favourite of Harley's, was to have
been with us; but he was hurried to Hampton Court, and sent his excuse;
and that next Wednesday he would introduce me to Harley. 'Tis good to
see what a lamentable confession the Whigs all make me of my ill
usage: but I mind them not. I am already represented to Harley as a
discontented person, that was used ill for not being Whig enough; and
I hope for good usage from him. The Tories drily tell me, I may make
my fortune, if I please; but I do not understand them--or rather, I do
understand them.

Oct. 1. To-day I dined at Molesworth's, the Florence Envoy; and sat this
evening with my friend Darteneuf,(3) whom you have heard me talk of;
the greatest punner of this town next myself. Have you smoked the Tatler
that I writ?(4) It is much liked here, and I think it a pure(5) one.
To-morrow I go with Delaval,(6) the Portugal Envoy, to dine with Lord
Halifax near Hampton Court.(7) Your Manley's brother, a Parliament-man
here, has gotten an employment;(8) and I am informed uses much interest
to preserve his brother: and, to-day, I spoke to the elder Frankland
to engage his father (Postmaster here); and I hope he will be safe,
although he is cruelly hated by all the Tories of Ireland. I have almost
finished my lampoon, and will print it for revenge on a certain great
person.(9) It has cost me but three shillings in meat and drink since I
came here, as thin as the town is. I laugh to see myself so disengaged
in these revolution