Mr. Maynwaring, Mr. Addison, and myself. I have heard such things said of that same bishop of Clogher with you, that I have often said he must be entered ad eundem in our house of lords. Mr. Philips[1] dined with me yesterday; he is still a shepherd, and walks very lonely through this unthinking crowd in London. I wonder you do not write sometimes to me.
The town is in great expectation from Bickerstaff; what passed at the election for his first table being to be published this day sevennight. I have not seen Ben Tooke[2] a great while, but long to usher you and yours into the world. Not that there can be any thing added by me to your fame, but to walk bareheaded before you. I am, sir, your most obedient and most humble servant,
MR. ADDISON TO THE SAME.
I HAVE run so much in debt with you, that I do not know how to excuse myself, and therefore shall throw myself wholly upon your good nature; and promise, if you will pardon what is passed, to be more punctual with you for the future. I hope to have the happiness of waiting on you very suddenly at Dublin, and do not at all regret the leaving
- ↑ Ambrose Philips, the author of the Distressed Mother, a tragedy, and some pastorals, &c.
- ↑ The bookseller.
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