Sir Thomas Frankland, his master here.

26. Smoke how I widen the margin by lying in bed when I write. My bed lies
on the wrong side for me, so that I am forced often to write when I am up.
Manley, you must know, has had people putting in for his place already; and
has been complained of for opening letters. Remember that last Sunday,
September 24, 1710, was as hot as midsummer. This was written in the morning;
it is now night, and Presto in bed. Here's a clutter, I have gotten MD's
second letter, and I must answer it here. I gave the bill to Tooke, and so--
Well, I dined to-day with Sir John Holland the Comptroller, and sat with him
till eight; then came home, and sent my letters, and writ part of a
lampoon,[10] which goes on very slow: and now I am writing to saucy MD; no
wonder, indeed, good boys must write to naughty girls. I have not seen your
mother yet; my penny-post letter, I suppose, miscarried: I will write
another. Mr. S---- came to see me; and said M---- was going to the country
next morning with her husband (who I find is a surly brute); so I could only
desire my service to her.

27. To-day all our company dined at Will Frankland's, with Steele and Addison
too. This is the first rainy day since I came to town; I cannot afford to
answer your letter yet. Morgan,[11] the puppy, writ me a long letter, to
desire I would recommend him for purse-bearer or secretary to the next Lord
Chancellor that would come with the next Governor. I will not answer him; but
beg you will say these words to his father Raymond,[12] or anybody that will
tell him: That Dr. Swift has received his letter; and would be very ready to
serve him, but cannot do it in what he desires, because he has no sort of
interest in the persons to be applied to. These words you may write, and let
Joe, or Mr. Warburton,[13] give them to him: a pox on him! However, it is by
these sort of ways that fools get preferment. I must not end yet, because I
cannot say good-night without losing a line, and then MD would scold; but now,