I depend much upon the three you mention[1]; if they remember me with kindness, I am theirs, by the two strongest ties, I love them, and hate their enemies.
Yet you seem to wish me other work. It is time the statesmen employ me in my own trade, not theirs. If they have nothing else for me to subdue, let me command against that rank whiggish puppetshow. Those junto pigmies, if not destroyed, will grow up to giants. Tell St. John, he must find me work in the old world or the new.
I find Mr. Harley forgets to make mention of the most important part of my letter to him; which was to let him know, that I expected immediately for one Dr. Swift, a lean bishoprick, or a fat deanery. If you happen to meet that gentleman at dinner, tell him, that he has a friend out of the way of doing him good, but that he would, if he could; whose name is
FROM ARCHBISHOP KING.
I HAD the favour of your's of the 10th instant, by which I understand how much I am obliged to you for the justice you did me as to the report you let me know was about to be printed in the Postboy, relating to Mr. Harley.
- ↑ Probably Harley, Harcourt, and Bolingbroke.
