FROM LADY BETTY GERMAIN.
KNOWLE, JULY 9, 1733.
NOW, says Parson Swift[1], What the devil makes this woman write to me with this filthy white ink? I cannot read a word of it, without more trouble than her silly scribble is worth. Why, says I again: Ay, it is the women are always accused of having bad writing implements; but to my comfort be it spoke, this is his grace my lord lieutenant's ink[2]. My bureau at London is so well furnished, and his grace and his secretary make so much use of it, that they are often obliged to give me half a crown, that I may not run out my estate in paper. It is very happy when a gobetween pleases both sides, and I am very well pleased with my office; for his grace is delighted, that it was in his power to oblige you. So trève de compliment. Since I have declared my passion against a bishop and a parson, it is but fair, I should tell you the story, whether you care to hear
- ↑ The name she called the dean by, in the stanza which she inserted in his ballad on The Game of Traffick.
- ↑ The duke of Dorset was then chief governor of Ireland.
