Coffee-house, and Ford[32] desired me to sit with him at next door; which I
did, like a fool, chatting till twelve, and now am got into bed. I am afraid
the new Ministry is at a terrible loss about money: the Whigs talk so, it
would give one the spleen; and I am afraid of meeting Mr. Harley out of
humour. They think he will never carry through this undertaking. God knows
what will come of it. I should be terribly vexed to see things come round
again: it will ruin the Church and clergy for ever; but I hope for better. I
will send this on Tuesday, whether I hear any further news of my affair or
not.

29. Mr. Addison and I dined to-day with Lord Mountjoy; which is all the
adventures of this day.--I chatted a while to-night in the Coffee-house, this
being a full night; and now am come home, to write some business.

30. I dined to-day at Mrs. Vanhomrigh's, and sent a letter to poor Mrs.
Long,[33] who writes to us, but is God knows where, and will not tell anybody
the place of her residence. I came home early, and must go write.

31. The month ends with a fine day; and I have been walking, and visiting
Lewis, and concerting where to see Mr. Harley. I have no news to send you.
Aire,[34] they say, is taken, though the Whitehall letters this morning say
quite the contrary: 'tis good, if it be true. I dined with Mr. Addison and
Dick Stewart, Lord Mountjoy's brother;[35] a treat of Addison's. They were
half-fuddled, but not I; for I mixed water with my wine, and left them
together between nine and ten; and I must send this by the bellman, which
vexes me, but I will put it off no longer. Pray God it does not miscarry. I
seldom do so; but I can put off little MD no longer. Pray give the under note
to Mrs. Brent.

I am a pretty gentleman; and you lose all your money at cards, sirrah Stella.