This morning the Hanoverian envoy was ordered to attend with the black box[1], and the heralds to be in readiness to proclaim the new king. Some of the whigs were at the council yesterday, but not one failed to day; and most of the members of that party, in each house, are already come to town. If any change happens before the post goes out, I will send you word in a postscript; and you may conclude her alive, if you hear no more from me, and have no better authority than post-letters to inform you of the contrary. For God's sake do not think of removing from the place where you are, till matters are a little settled. Ireland is the last retreat you ought to think of; but you can never be better than you are now, till we see how things go.
I had yours with the printed pamphlet, as well as the other, and should have sent it away to morrow. Pray let me hear from you. * * * * *[2].
Have you had all mine? I have failed you but one post (I think it was the last) for a fortnight or more.
The queen is something better, and the council again adjourned till eight in the morning.
