for a messenger than any thing. The d she[1] has! I did not observe her looks. Will she rot out of modesty with lady Gifford? I pity poor Jenny[2] but her husband is a dunce, and with respect to him she loses little by her deafness. I believe, madam Stella, in your accounts you mistook one liquor for another, and it was a hundred and forty quarts of wine, and thirty-two of water. This is all written in the morning before I go to the secretary, as I am now doing. I have answered your letter a little shorter than ordinary; but I have a mind it should go to day, and I will give you my journal at night in my next; for I'm so afraid of another letter before this goes: I will never have two together again unanswered. What care I for Dr. Tisdall and Dr. Raymond, or how many children they have? I wish they had a hundred apiece. Lord treasurer promises me to answer the bishops' letter to morrow, and show it me; and I believe it will confirm all I said, and mortify those that threw the merit on the duke of Ormond. For I have made him jealous of it; and t'other day talking of the matter, he said, I am your witness you got it for them before the duke was lord lieutenant. My humble service to Mrs. Walls, Mrs. Stoyte, and Catherine. Farewell, &c.
What do you do when you see any literal mistakes in my letters? how do you set them right? for I never read them over to correct them. Farewell again.
Pray send this note to Mrs. Brent, to get the money when Parvisol comes to town, or she can send to him.
- ↑ Somewhat or other which Stella's mother had consented to.
- ↑ Mrs. Fenton, the dean's sister.
