LETTER L.
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 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 bad redness in his face, it is St. Anthony's fire; his face all swelled, and will break out in his cheek but no danger. Since Dunkirk has been in our hands, Grub street has been very fruitful. Pdfr has writ five or six Grub street papers this last week. Have you seen "Toland's Invitation to Dismal[1]," or "Hue and Cry after Dismal," or "Ballad on Dunkirk," or "Agreement that Dunkirk is not in our Hands? Poh! You have seen nothing. I am dead here with the hot weather; yet I walk every night home, and believe it does me good: but my shoulder is not yet right; itchings and scratchings, and small achings. Did I tell you I have made Ford Gazetteer, with two hundred pounds a year salary, beside perquisites. I had a letter lately from Parvisol, who says my canal looks very finely; I
- ↑ See vol. vii, page 77.
