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.
London, March 10, 1710-11.
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
order
