good-night.

28. I have the finest piece of Brazil tobacco for Dingley that ever was
born.[14] You talk of Leigh; why, he won't be in Dublin these two months: he
goes to the country, then returns to London, to see how the world goes here in
Parliament. Good-night, sirrahs; no, no, not night; I writ this in the
morning, and looking carelessly I thought it had been of last night. I dined
to-day with Mrs. Barton[15] alone at her lodgings; where she told me for
certain, that Lady S---- was with child when she was last in England, and
pretended a tympany, and saw everybody; then disappeared for three weeks, her
tympany was gone, and she looked like a ghost, etc. No wonder she married
when she was so ill at containing. Connolly[16] is out; and Mr. Roberts in
his place, who loses a better here, but was formerly a Commissioner in
Ireland. That employment cost Connolly three thousand pounds to Lord Wharton;
so he has made one ill bargain in his life.

29. I wish MD a merry Michaelmas. I dined with Mr. Addison, and Jervas the
painter, at Addison's country place; and then came home, and writ more to my
lampoon. I made a Tatler since I came: guess which it is, and whether the
Bishop of Clogher smokes it. I saw Mr. Sterne[17] to-day: he will do as you
order, and I will give him chocolate for Stella's health. He goes not these
three weeks. I wish I could send it some other way. So now to your letter,
brave boys. I don't like your way of saving shillings: nothing vexes me but
that it does not make Stella a coward in a coach.[18] I don't think any lady's
advice about my ear signifies twopence: however I will, in compliance to you,
ask Dr. Cockburn. Radcliffe[19] I know not, and Barnard[20] I never see.
Walls will certainly be stingier for seven years, upon pretence of his
robbery. So Stella puns again; why, 'tis well enough; but I'll not second it,
though I could make a dozen: I never thought of a pun since I left Ireland.--
Bishop of Clogher's bill? Why, he paid it to me; do you think I was such a