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The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swift
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Dublin and MD, and am going to bed. I forgot to tell you, that I begged Will
Frankland to stand Manley's[3] friend with his father in this shaking season
for places. He told me, his father was in danger to be out; that several were
now soliciting for Manley's place; that he was accused of opening letters;
that Sir Thomas Frankland[4] would sacrifice everything to save himself; and
in that, I fear, Manley is undone, etc.

l0. To-day I dined with Lord Mountjoy at Kensington; saw my mistress, Ophy
Butler's[5] wife, who is grown a little charmless. I sat till ten in the
evening with Addison and Steele: Steele will certainly lose his Gazetteer's
place, all the world detesting his engaging in parties.[6] At ten I went to
the Coffee-house, hoping to find Lord Radnor,[7] whom I had not seen. He was
there; and for an hour and a half we talked treason heartily against the
Whigs, their baseness and ingratitude. And I am come home, rolling
resentments in my mind, and framing schemes of revenge: full of which (having
written down some hints) I go to bed. I am afraid MD dined at home, because
it is Sunday; and there was the little half-pint of wine: for God's sake, be
good girls, and all will be well. Ben Tooke[8] was with me this morning.

11. Seven, morning. I am rising to go to Jervas to finish my picture, and
'tis shaving-day, so good-morrow MD; but don't keep me now, for I can't stay;
and pray dine with the Dean, but don't lose your money. I long to hear from
you, etc.--Ten at night. I sat four hours this morning to Jervas, who has
given my picture quite another turn, and now approves it entirely; but we must
have the approbation of the town. If I were rich enough, I would get a copy
of it, and bring it over. Mr. Addison and I dined together at his lodgings,
and I sat with him part of this evening; and I am now come home to write an
hour. Patrick[9] observes, that the rabble here are much more inquisitive in
politics than in Ireland. Every day we expect changes, and the Parliament to
be dissolved. Lord Wharton expects every day to be out: he is working like a
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