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The Journal to Stella

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12. I dined to-day with Dr. Garth and Mr. Addison, at the Devil Tavern[6] by
Temple Bar, and Garth treated; and 'tis well I dine every day, else I should
be longer making out my letters: for we are yet in a very dull state, only
inquiring every day after new elections, where the Tories carry it among the
new members six to one. Mr. Addison's election[7] has passed easy and
undisputed; and I believe if he had a mind to be chosen king, he would hardly
be refused. An odd accident has happened at Colchester: one Captain
Lavallin,[8] coming from Flanders or Spain, found his wife with child by a
clerk of Doctors' Commons, whose trade, you know, it is to prevent
fornications: and this clerk was the very same fellow that made the discovery
of Dyot's[9] counterfeiting the stamp-paper. Lavallin has been this fortnight
hunting after the clerk, to kill him; but the fellow was constantly employed
at the Treasury, about the discovery he made: the wife had made a shift to
patch up the business, alleging that the clerk had told her her husband was
dead and other excuses; but t'other day somebody told Lavallin his wife had
intrigues before he married her: upon which he goes down in a rage, shoots
his wife through the head, then falls on his sword; and, to make the matter
sure, at the same time discharges a pistol through his own head, and died on
the spot, his wife surviving him about two hours, but in what circumstances of
mind and body is terrible to imagine. I have finished my poem on the
"Shower," all but the beginning; and am going on with my Tatler. They have
fixed about fifty things on me since I came: I have printed but three.[10]
One advantage I get by writing to you daily, or rather you get, is, that I
shall remember not to write the same things twice; and yet, I fear, I have
done it often already: but I will mind and confine myself to the accidents of
the day; and so get you gone to ombre, and be good girls, and save your money,
and be rich against Presto comes, and write to me now and then: I am thinking
it would be a pretty thing to hear sometimes from saucy MD; but do not hurt
your eyes, Stella, I charge you.

13. O Lord, here is but a trifle of my letter written yet; what shall Presto
do for prattle-prattle, to entertain MD? The talk now grows fresher of the
Duke of Ormond for Ireland; though Mr. Addison says he hears it will be in
commission, and Lord Galway[11] one. These letters of mine are a sort of
journal, where matters open by degrees; and, as I tell true or false, you will
find by the event whether my intelligence be good; but I do not care twopence
whether it be or no.--At night. To-day I was all about St. Paul's, and up at
the top like a fool, with Sir Andrew Fountaine and two more; and spent seven
shillings for my dinner like a puppy: this is the second time he has served
me so; but I will never do it again, though all mankind should persuade me,
unconsidering puppies! There is a young fellow here in town we are all fond
of, and about a year or two come from the University, one Harrison,[12] a
little pretty fellow, with a great deal of wit, good sense, and good nature;
has written some mighty pretty things; that in your 6th Miscellanea,[13] about
the Sprig of an Orange, is his: he has nothing to live on but being governor
to one of the Duke of Queensberry's[14] sons for forty pounds a year. The
fine fellows are always inviting him to the tavern, and make him pay his club.
Henley[15] is a great crony of his: they are often at the tavern at six or
seven shillings reckoning, and he always makes the poor lad pay his full
share. A colonel and a lord were at him and me the same way to-night: I
absolutely refused, and made Harrison lag behind, and persuaded him not to go
to them. I tell you this, because I find all rich fellows have that humour of
using all people without any consideration of their fortunes; but I will see
them rot before they shall serve me so. Lord Halifax is always teasing me to
go down to his country house, which will cost me a guinea to his servants, and
twelve shillings coach-hire; and he shall be hanged first. Is not this a
plaguy silly story? But I am vexed at the heart; for I love the young fellow,
and am resolved to stir up people to do something for him: he is a Whig, and
I will put him upon some of my cast Whigs; for I have done with them; and they
have, I hope, done with this kingdom for our time. They were sure of the four
members for London above all places, and they have lost three in the four.[16]
Sir Richard Onslow,[17] we hear, has lost for Surrey; and they are overthrown
in most places. Lookee, gentlewomen, if I write long letters, I must write
you news and stuff, unless I send you my verses; and some I dare not; and
those on the "Shower in London" I have sent to the Tatler, and you may see
them in Ireland. I fancy you will smoke me in the Tatler I am going to write;
for I believe I have told you the hint. I had a letter sent me tonight from
Sir Matthew Dudley, and found it on my table when I came in. Because it is
extraordinary, I will transcribe it from beginning to end. It is as follows:
"Is the Devil in you? Oct. 13, 1710." I would have answered every particular
passage in it, only I wanted time. Here is enough for to-night, such as it
is, etc.

14. Is that tobacco at the top of the paper,[18] or what? I do not remember
I slobbered. Lord, I dreamt of Stella, etc., so confusedly last night, and
that we saw Dean Bolton[19] and Sterne[20] go into a shop: and she bid me
call them to her, and they proved to be two parsons I know not; and I walked
without till she was shifting, and such stuff, mixed with much melancholy and
uneasiness, and things not as they should be, and I know not how: and it is
now an ugly gloomy morning.--At night. Mr. Addison and I dined with Ned
Southwell, and walked in the Park; and at the Coffee-house I found a letter
from the Bishop of Clogher, and a packet from MD. I opened the Bishop's
letter; but put up MD's, and visited a lady just come to town; and am now got
into bed, and going to open your little letter: and God send I may find MD
well, and happy, and merry, and that they love Presto as they do fires. Oh, I
will not open it yet! yes I will! no I will not! I am going; I cannot stay
till I turn over.[21] What shall I do? My fingers itch; and now I have it in
my left hand; and now I will open it this very moment.--I have just got it,
and am cracking the seal, and cannot imagine what is in it; I fear only some
letter from a bishop, and it comes too late; I shall employ nobody's credit
but my own. Well, I see though-- Pshaw, 'tis from Sir Andrew Fountaine.
What, another! I fancy that's from Mrs. Barton;[22] she told me she would
write to me; but she writes a better hand than this: I wish you would
inquire; it must be at Dawson's[23] office at the Castle. I fear this is from
Patty Rolt, by the scrawl. Well, I will read MD's letter. Ah, no; it is from
poor Lady Berkeley, to invite me to Berkeley Castle this winter; and now it
grieves my heart: she says, she hopes my lord is in a fair way of
recovery;[24] poor lady! Well, now I go to MD's letter: faith, it is all
right; I hoped it was wrong. Your letter, N.3, that I have now received, is
dated Sept. 26; and Manley's letter, that I had five days ago, was dated Oct.
3, that's a fortnight difference: I doubt it has lain in Steele's office, and
he forgot. Well, there's an end of that: he is turned out of his place;[25]
and you must desire those who send me packets, to enclose them in a paper
directed to Mr. Addison, at St. James's Coffee-house: not common letters, but
packets: the Bishop of Clogher may mention it to the Archbishop when he sees
him. As for your letter, it makes me mad: slidikins, I have been the best
boy in Christendom, and you come with your two eggs a penny.--Well; but stay,
I will look over my book: adad, I think there was a chasm between my N.2 and
N.3. Faith, I will not promise to write to you every week; but I will write
every night, and when it is full I will send it; that will be once in ten
days, and that will be often enough: and if you begin to take up the way of
writing to Presto, only because it is Tuesday, a Monday bedad it will grow a
task; but write when you have a mind.--No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no--Agad,
agad, agad, agad, agad, agad; no, poor Stellakins.[26] Slids, I would the
horse were in your--chamber! Have not I ordered Parvisol to obey your
directions about him? And han't I said in my former letters that you may
pickle him, and boil him, if you will? What do you trouble me about your
horses for? Have I anything to do with them?--Revolutions a hindrance to me
in my business? Revolutions to me in my business? If it were not for the
revolutions, I could do nothing at all; and now I have all hopes possible,
though one is certain of nothing; but to-morrow I am to have an answer, and am
promised an effectual one. I suppose I have said enough in this and a former
letter how I stand with new people; ten times better than ever I did with the
old; forty times more caressed. I am to dine to-morrow at Mr. Harley's; and
if he continues as he has begun, no man has been ever better treated by
another. What you say about Stella's mother, I have spoken enough to it
already. I believe she is not in town; for I have not yet seen her. My
lampoon is cried up to the skies; but nobody suspects me for it, except Sir
Andrew Fountaine: at least they say nothing of it to me. Did not I tell you
of a great man who received me very coldly?[27] That's he; but say nothing;
'twas only a little revenge. I will remember to bring it over. The Bishop of
Clogher has smoked my Tatler,[28] about shortening of words, etc. But, God
So![29] etc.

15. I will write plainer if I can remember it; for Stella must not spoil her
eyes, and Dingley can't read my hand very well; and I am afraid my letters are
too long: then you must suppose one to be two, and read them at twice. I
dined to-day with Mr. Harley: Mr. Prior[30] dined with us. He has left my
memorial with the Queen, who has consented to give the First-Fruits and
Twentieth Parts,[31] and will, we hope, declare it to-morrow in the Cabinet.
But I beg you to tell it to no person alive; for so I am ordered, till in
public: and I hope to get something of greater value. After dinner came in
Lord Peterborow:[32] we renewed our acquaintance, and he grew mightily fond
of me. They began to talk of a paper of verses called "Sid Hamet." Mr.
Harley repeated part, and then pulled them out, and gave them to a gentleman
at the table to read, though they had all read them often. Lord Peterborow
would let nobody read them but himself: so he did; and Mr. Harley bobbed[33]
me at every line, to take notice of the beauties. Prior rallied Lord
Peterborow for author of them; and Lord Peterborow said he knew them to be
his; and Prior then turned it upon me, and I on him. I am not guessed at all
in town to be the author; yet so it is: but that is a secret only to you.[34]
Ten to one whether you see them in Ireland; yet here they run prodigiously.
Harley presented me to Lord President of Scotland,[35] and Mr. Benson,[36]
Lord of the Treasury. Prior and I came away at nine, and sat at the
Smyrna[37] till eleven, receiving acquaintance.

16. This morning early I went in a chair, and Patrick before it, to Mr.
Harley, to give him another copy of my memorial, as he desired; but he was
full of business, going to the Queen, and I could not see him; but he desired
I would send up the paper, and excused himself upon his hurry. I was a little
baulked; but they tell me it is nothing. I shall judge by next visit. I
tipped his porter with half a crown; and so I am well there for a time at
least. I dined at Stratford's in the City, and had Burgundy and Tokay: came
back afoot like a scoundrel: then went with Mr. Addison and supped with Lord
Mountjoy, which made me sick all night. I forgot that I bought six pounds of
chocolate for Stella, and a little wooden box; and I have a great piece of
Brazil tobacco for Dingley,[38] and a bottle of palsy-water[39] for Stella:
all which, with the two handkerchiefs that Mr. Sterne has bought, and you must
pay him for, will be put in the box, directed to Mrs. Curry's, and sent by Dr.
Hawkshaw,[40] whom I have not seen; but Sterne has undertaken it. The
chocolate is a present, madam, for Stella. Don't read this, you little rogue,
with your little eyes; but give it to Dingley, pray now; and I will write as
plain as the skies: and let Dingley write Stella's part, and Stella dictate
to her, when she apprehends her eyes, etc.

17. This letter should have gone this post, if I had not been taken up with
business, and two nights being late out; so it must stay till Thursday. I
dined to-day with your Mr. Sterne,[41] by invitation, and drank Irish
wine;[42] but, before we parted, there came in the prince of puppies, Colonel
Edgworth;[43] so I went away. This day came out the Tatler, made up wholly of
my "Shower," and a preface to it. They say it is the best thing I ever writ,
and I think so too. I suppose the Bishop of Clogher will show it you. Pray
tell me how you like it. Tooke is going on with my Miscellany.[44] I'd give a
penny the letter to the Bishop of Killaloe[45] was in it: 'twould do him
honour. Could not you contrive to say, you hear they are printing my things
together; and that you with the bookseller had that letter among the rest:
but don't say anything of it as from me. I forget whether it was good or no;
but only having heard it much commended, perhaps it may deserve it. Well, I
have to-morrow to finish this letter in, and then I will send it next day. I
am so vexed that you should write your third to me, when you had but my
second, and I had written five, which now I hope you have all: and so I tell
you, you are saucy, little, pretty, dear rogues, etc.

18. To-day I dined, by invitation, with Stratford and others, at a young
merchant's in the City, with Hermitage and Tokay, and stayed till nine, and am
now come home. And that dog Patrick is abroad, and drinking, and I cannot I
get my night-gown. I have a mind to turn that puppy away: he has been drunk
ten times in three weeks. But I han't time to say more; so good-night, etc.

19. I am come home from dining in the city with Mr. Addison, at a merchant's;
and just now, at the Coffee-house, we have notice that the Duke of Ormond was
this day declared Lord Lieutenant at Hampton Court, in Council. I have not
seen Mr. Harley since; but hope the affair is done about First-Fruits. I will
see him, if possible, to-morrow morning; but this goes to-night. I have sent
a box to Mr. Sterne, to send to you by some friend: I have directed it for
Mr. Curry, at his house; so you have warning when it comes, as I hope it will
soon. The handkerchiefs will be put in some friend's pocket, not to pay
custom. And so here ends my sixth, sent when I had but three of MD's: now I
am beforehand, and will keep so; and God Almighty bless dearest MD, etc.



LETTER 7.

LONDON, Oct. 19, 1710.

Faith, I am undone! this paper is larger than the other, and yet I am
condemned to a sheet; but, since it is MD, I did not value though I were
condemned to a pair. I told you in my letter to-day where I had been, and how
the day passed; and so, etc.

20. To-day I went to Mr. Lewis, at the Secretary's office, to know when I
might see Mr. Harley; and by and by comes up Mr. Harley himself, and appoints
me to dine with him to-morrow. I dined with Mrs. Vanhomrigh,[1] and went to
wait on the two Lady Butlers;[2] but the porter answered they were not at
home: the meaning was, the youngest, Lady Mary, is to be married to-morrow to
Lord Ashburnham,[3] the best match now in England, twelve thousand pounds a
year, and abundance of money. Tell me how my "Shower" is liked in Ireland: I
never knew anything pass better here. I spent the evening with Wortley
Montagu[4] and Mr. Addison, over a bottle of Irish wine. Do they know
anything in Ireland of my greatness among the Tories? Everybody reproaches me
of it here; but I value them not. Have you heard of the verses about the "Rod
of Sid Hamet"? Say nothing of them for your life. Hardly anybody suspects me
for them; only they think nobody but Prior or I could write them. But I doubt
they have not reached you. There is likewise a ballad full of puns on the
Westminster Election,[5] that cost me half an hour: it runs, though it be
good for nothing. But this is likewise a secret to all but MD. If you have
them not, I will bring them over.

21. I got MD's fourth to-day at the Coffee-house. God Almighty bless poor,
dear Stella, and her eyes and head! What shall we do to cure them? poor, dear
life! Your disorders are a pull-back for your good qualities. Would to
Heaven I were this minute shaving your poor, dear head, either here or there!
Pray do not write, nor read this letter, nor anything else; and I will write
plainer for Dingley to read from henceforward, though my pen is apt to ramble
when I think whom I am writing to. I will not answer your letter until I tell
you that I dined this day with Mr. Harley, who presented me to the Earl of
Stirling,[6] a Scotch lord; and in the evening came in Lord Peterborow. I
stayed till nine before Mr. Harley would let me go, or tell me anything of my
affair. He says the Queen has now granted the First-Fruits and Twentieth
Parts; but he will not give me leave to write to the Archbishop, because the
Queen designs to signify it to the Bishops in Ireland in form; and to take
notice, that it was done upon a memorial from me; which, Mr. Harley tells me
he does to make it look more respectful to me, etc.; and I am to see him on
Tuesday. I know not whether I told you that, in my memorial which was given
to the Queen, I begged for two thousand pounds a year more, though it was not
in my commission; but that, Mr. Harley says, cannot yet be done, and that he
and I must talk of it further: however, I have started it, and it may follow
in time. Pray say nothing of the First-Fruits being granted, unless I give
leave at the bottom of this. I believe never anything was compassed so soon,
and purely done by my personal credit with Mr. Harley, who is so excessively
obliging, that I know not what to make of it, unless to show the rascals of
the other party that they used a man unworthily who had deserved better. The
memorial given to the Queen from me speaks with great plainness of Lord
Wharton. I believe this business is as important to you as the Convocation
disputes from Tisdall.[7] I hope in a month or two all the forms of settling
this matter will be over; and then I shall have nothing to do here. I will
only add one foolish thing more, because it is just come into my head. When
this thing is made known, tell me impartially whether they give any of the
merit to me, or no; for I am sure I have so much, that I will never take it
upon me.--Insolent sluts! because I say Dublin, Ireland, therefore you must
say London, England: that is Stella's malice.--Well, for that I will not
answer your letter till to-morrow-day, and so and so: I will go write
something else, and it will not be much; for 'tis late.

22. I was this morning with Mr. Lewis, the under-secretary to Lord Dartmouth,
two hours, talking politics, and contriving to keep Steele in his office of
stamped paper: he has lost his place of Gazetteer, three hundred pounds a
year, for writing a Tatler,[8] some months ago, against Mr. Harley, who gave
it him at first, and raised the salary from sixty to three hundred pounds.
This was devilish ungrateful; and Lewis was telling me the particulars: but I
had a hint given me, that I might save him in the other employment: and leave
was given me to clear matters with Steele. Well, I dined with Sir Matthew
Dudley, and in the evening went to sit with Mr. Addison, and offer the matter
at distance to him, as the discreeter person; but found party had so possessed
him, that he talked as if he suspected me, and would not fall in with anything
I said. So I stopped short in my overture, and we parted very drily; and I
shall say nothing to Steele, and let them do as they will; but, if things
stand as they are, he will certainly lose it, unless I save him; and therefore
I will not speak to him, that I may not report to his disadvantage. Is not
this vexatious? and is there so much in the proverb of proffered service?
When shall I grow wise? I endeavour to act in the most exact points of honour
and conscience; and my nearest friends will not understand it so. What must a
man expect from his enemies? This would vex me, but it shall not; and so I
bid you good-night, etc.

23. I know 'tis neither wit nor diversion to tell you every day where I dine;
neither do I write it to fill my letter; but I fancy I shall, some time or
other, have the curiosity of seeing some particulars how I passed my life when
I was absent from MD this time; and so I tell you now that I dined to-day at
Molesworth's, the Florence Envoy, then went to the Coffee-house, where I
behaved myself coldly enough to Mr. Addison, and so came home to scribble. We
dine together to-morrow and next day by invitation; but I shall alter my
behaviour to him, till he begs my pardon, or else we shall grow bare
acquaintance. I am weary of friends; and friendships are all monsters, but
MD's.

24. I forgot to tell you, that last night I went to Mr. Harley's, hoping--
faith, I am blundering, for it was this very night at six; and I hoped he
would have told me all things were done and granted: but he was abroad, and
came home ill, and was gone to bed, much out of order, unless the porter lied.
I dined to-day at Sir Matthew Dudley's, with Mr. Addison, etc.

25. I was to-day to see the Duke of Ormond; and, coming out, met Lord
Berkeley of Stratton,[9] who told me that Mrs. Temple,[10] the widow, died
last Saturday, which, I suppose, is much to the outward grief and inward joy
of the family. I dined to-day with Addison and Steele, and a sister of Mr.
Addison, who is married to one Mons. Sartre,[11] a Frenchman, prebendary of
Westminster, who has a delicious house and garden; yet I thought it was a sort
of monastic life in those cloisters, and I liked Laracor better. Addison's
sister is a sort of a wit, very like him. I am not fond of her, etc.

26. I was to-day to see Mr. Congreve,[12] who is almost blind with cataracts
growing on his eyes; and his case is, that he must wait two or three years,
until the cataracts are riper, and till he is quite blind, and then he must
have them couched; and, besides, he is never rid of the gout, yet he looks
young and fresh, and is as cheerful as ever. He is younger by three years or
more than I; and I am twenty years younger than he. He gave me a pain in the
great toe, by mentioning the gout. I find such suspicions frequently, but
they go off again. I had a second letter from Mr. Morgan,[13] for which I
thank you: I wish you were whipped, for forgetting to send him that answer I
desired you in one of my former, that I could do nothing for him of what he
desired, having no credit at all, etc. Go, be far enough, you negligent
baggages. I have had also a letter from Parvisol, with an account how my
livings are set; and that they are fallen, since last year, sixty pounds. A
comfortable piece of news! He tells me plainly that he finds you have no mind
to part with the horse, because you sent for him at the same time you sent him
my letter; so that I know not what must be done. It is a sad thing that
Stella must have her own horse, whether Parvisol will or no. So now to answer
your letter that I had three or four days ago. I am not now in bed, but am
come home by eight; and, it being warm, I write up. I never writ to the
Bishop of Killala, which, I suppose, was the reason he had not my letter. I
have not time, there is the short of it.--As fond as the Dean[14] is of my
letter, he has not written to me. I would only know whether Dean Bolton[15]
paid him the twenty pounds; and for the rest, he may kiss--And that you may
ask him, because I am in pain about it, that Dean Bolton is such a whipster.
'Tis the most obliging thing in the world in Dean Sterne to be so kind to you.
I believe he knows it will please me, and makes up, that way, his other
usage.[16] No, we have had none of your snow, but a little one morning; yet I
think it was great snow for an hour or so, but no longer. I had heard of Will
Crowe's[17] death before, but not the foolish circumstance that hastened his
end. No, I have taken care that Captain Pratt[18] shall not suffer by Lord
Anglesea's death.[19] I will try some contrivance to get a copy of my picture
from Jervas. I will make Sir Andrew Fountaine buy one as for himself, and I
will pay him again, and take it, that is, provided I have money to spare when
I leave this.--Poor John! is he gone? and Madam Parvisol[20] has been in town!
Humm. Why, Tighe[21] and I, when he comes, shall not take any notice of each
other; I would not do it much in this town, though we had not fallen out.--I
was to-day at Mr. Sterne's lodging: he was not within; and Mr. Leigh is not
come to town; but I will do Dingley's errand when I see him. What do I know
whether china be dear or no? I once took a fancy of resolving to grow mad for
it, but now it is off; I suppose I told you in some former letter. And so you
only want some salad-dishes, and plates, and etc. Yes, yes, you shall. I
suppose you have named as much as will cost five pounds.--Now to Stella's
little postscript; and I am almost crazed that you vex yourself for not
writing. Cannot you dictate to Dingley, and not strain your little, dear
eyes? I am sure it is the grief of my soul to think you are out of order.
Pray be quiet; and, if you will write, shut your eyes, and write just a line,
and no more, thus, "How do you do, Mrs. Stella?" That was written with my
eyes shut. Faith, I think it is better than when they are open: and then
Dingley may stand by, and tell you when you go too high or too low.--My
letters of business, with packets, if there be any more occasion for such,
must be enclosed to Mr. Addison, at St. James's Coffee-house: but I hope to
hear, as soon as I see Mr. Harley, that the main difficulties are over, and
that the rest will be but form.--Take two or three nutgalls, take two or three
---galls, stop your receipt in your--I have no need on't. Here is a clutter!
Well, so much for your letter, which I will now put up in my letter-partition
in my cabinet, as I always do every letter as soon as I answer it. Method is
good in all things. Order governs the world. The Devil is the author of
confusion. A general of an army, a minister of state; to descend lower, a
gardener, a weaver, etc. That may make a fine observation, if you think it
worth finishing; but I have not time. Is not this a terrible long piece for
one evening? I dined to-day with Patty Rolt at my cousin Leach's,[22] with a
pox, in the City: he is a printer, and prints the Postman, oh hoo, and is my
cousin, God knows how, and he married Mrs. Baby Aires of Leicester; and my
cousin Thomson was with us: and my cousin Leach offers to bring me acquainted
with the author of the Postman;[23] and says he does not doubt but the
gentleman will be glad of my acquaintance; and that he is a very ingenious
man, and a great scholar, and has been beyond sea. But I was modest and said,
may be the gentleman was shy, and not fond of new acquaintance; and so put it
off: and I wish you could hear me repeating all I have said of this in its
proper tone, just as I am writing it. It is all with the same cadence with
"Oh hoo," or as when little girls say, "I have got an apple, miss, and I won't
give you some." It is plaguy twelvepenny weather this last week, and has cost
me ten shillings in coach and chair hire. If the fellow that has your money
will pay it, let me beg you to buy Bank Stock with it, which is fallen near
thirty per cent. and pays eight pounds per cent. and you have the principal
when you please: it will certainly soon rise. I would to God Lady Giffard
would put in the four hundred pounds she owes you,[24] and take the five per
cent. common interest, and give you the remainder. I will speak to your
mother about it when I see her. I am resolved to buy three hundred pounds of
it for myself, and take up what I have in Ireland; and I have a contrivance
for it, that I hope will do, by making a friend of mine buy it as for himself,
and I will pay him when I can get in my money. I hope Stratford will do me
that kindness. I'll ask him tomorrow or next day.

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