cile, and by representing to them the infallible consequences of these divisions. We had letters this morning from Ireland, What is the reason I had none from you? Adieu. I hope your want of health is not the cause[1].
TO MISS VANHOMRIGH.
I STAYED but a fortnight in Dublin very sick; and returned not one visit of a hundred, that were made me; but all to the dean, and none to the doctor. I am riding here for life; and I think I am something better. I hate the thoughts of Dublin, and prefer a field bed, and an earthen floor, before the great house there, which they say is mine, I had your last splenetick letter. I told you, when I left England, I would endeavour to forget every thing there, and would write as seldom as I could. I did indeed design one general round of letters to my friends; but my health has not yet suffered me. I design to pass the greatest part of the time I stay in Ireland, here, in the cabin where I am now writing: neither will I leave the kingdom till I am sent for; and if they have no farther service for me, I will never see England again. At my first coming, I thought I should have died with discontent; and was horribly
- ↑ Indorsed, "Mr. Lewis, about the divisions," &c.
