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; {549c} 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 {550a} to-morrow. Odso! I forgot; I thought I had been in
London. Mrs. Tisdall {550b} 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.