there is an end. I engaged the secretary of state in it; and am sure it was meant a kindness to me, and that no money should be given, and a hundred pounds is too much in a Smithfield bargain, as a major general told me, whose opinion I asked. I am now hurried, and can say no more. Farewell, &c. &c.
How shall I superscribe to your new lodgings, pray madams? Tell me but that impudence and saucy face.
An't you sauceboxes to write lele [i. e. there] like Presto?
O poor Presto!
Mr. Harley is better to night, that makes me so pert, you saucy Gog and Magog.
LETTER XVIII.
PRETTY little MD must expect little from me till Mr. Harley is out of danger. We hope he is so now: but I am subject to fear for my friends. He has a head full of the whole business of the nation, was out of order when the villain stabbed him, and had a cruel contusion by the second blow. But all goes well on yet. Mr. Ford and I dined with Mr. Lewis, and we hope the best.
11. This morning Mr. secretary and I met at court, where we went to the queen, who is out of
