Stoyte come to London? I have not
heard of her yet. The Dean of St. Patrick's never had the manners to
answer my letter. I was t'other day to see Sterne(10) and his wife.
She is not half so handsome as when I saw her with you at Dublin. They
design to pass the summer at a house near Lord Somers's, about a dozen
miles off. You never told me how my "Letter to Lord Treasurer" passes in
Ireland. I suppose you are drinking at this time Temple-something's(11)
waters. Steele was arrested the other day for making a lottery directly
against an Act of Parliament. He is now under prosecution; but they
think it will be dropped out of pity.(12) I believe he will very soon
lose his employment, for he has been mighty impertinent of late in his
Spectators; and I will never offer a word in his behalf. Raymond writes
me word that the Bishop of Meath(13) was going to summon me, in order
to suspension, for absence, if the Provost had not prevented him. I am
prettily rewarded for getting them their First-Fruits, with a p--. We
have had very little hot weather during the whole month of June; and for
a week past we have had a great deal of rain, though not every day. I am
just now told that the Governor of Dunkirk has not orders yet to deliver
up the town to Jack Hill and his forces, but expects them daily. This
must put off Hill's journey a while, and I don't like these stoppings in
such an affair. Go, get oo gone, and drink oo waters, if this rain has
not spoiled them, sauci doxi. I have no more to say to oo at plesent;
but rove Pdfr, and MD, and ME. And Podefr will rove Pdfr, and MD and
ME. I wish you had taken any account when I sent money to Mrs. Brent.
I believe I han't done it a great while. And pray send me notice when
ME... to have it when it is due.(14) Farewell, dearest MD FW FW FW ME ME
ME.

LETTER 50.(1)

KENSINGTON, July 17, 1712.

I am weary of living in this place, and glad to leave it soon. The Queen
goes on Tuesday to Windsor, and I shall follow in three or four days
after. I can do nothing here, going early to London, and coming late
from it, and supping at Lady Masham's. I dined to-day with the Duke of
Argyle at Cue (Kew), and would not go to the Court to-night, because of
writing to MD. The Bishop of Clogher has been here this fortnight: I see
him as often as I can. Poor Master Ashe has a sad redness in his face;
it is St. Anthony's fire; his face all swelled, and will break in his
cheek, but no danger. Since Dun