LETTER 65.[1]
CHESTER, June 6, 1713.
I am come here after six days. I set out on Monday last, and got here to-day
about eleven in the morning. A noble rider, fais! and all the ships and
people went off yesterday with a rare wind. This was told me, to my comfort,
upon my arrival. Having not used riding these three years, made me terrible
weary; yet I resolve on Monday to set out for Holyhead, as weary as I am.
'Tis good for my health, mam. When I came here, I found MD's letter of the
26th of May sent down to me. Had you writ a post sooner I might have brought
some pins: but you were lazy, and would not write your orders immediately, as
I desired you. I will come when God pleases; perhaps I may be with you in a
week. I will be three days going to Holyhead; I cannot ride faster, say hat
oo will. I am upon Stay-behind's mare. I have the whole inn to myself. I
would fain 'scape this Holyhead journey; but I have no prospect of ships, and
it will be almost necessary I should be in Dublin before the 25th instant, to
take the oaths;[2] otherwise I must wait to a quarter sessions. I will lodge
as I can; therefore take no lodgings for me, to pay in my absence. The poor
Dean can't afford it. I spoke again to the Duke of Ormond about Moimed for
Raymond, and hope he may yet have it, for I laid it strongly to the Duke, and
gave him the Bishop of Meath's memorial. I am sorry for Raymond's fistula;
tell him so. I will speak to Lord Treasurer about Mrs. South[3] to-morrow.
Odso! I forgot; I thought I had been in London. Mrs. Tisdall[4] is very big,
ready to lie down. Her husband is a puppy. Do his feet stink still? The
letters to Ireland go at so uncertain an hour, that I am forced to conclude.
Farewell, MD, MD MD FW FW FW ME ME ME ME.
Lele lele
lele logues and
Ladies bose fair
and slender.
[On flyleaf.]
I mightily approve Ppt's project of hanging the blind parson. When I read
that passage upon Chester walls, as I was coming into town, and just received
your letter, I said aloud--Agreeable B-tch.
