or ill weather, but to want of exercise, or ill air, or something I have eaten, or hard study, or sitting up; and so I fence against those as well as I can:  but who a deuce can help the weather?  Will Seymour,[30] the General, was excessively hot with the sun shining full upon him; so he turns to the sun, and says, “Harkee, friend, you had better go and ripen cucumbers than plague me at this rate,” etc.  Another time, fretting at the heat, a gentleman by said it was such weather as pleased God:  Seymour said, “Perhaps it may; but I am sure it pleases nobody else.”  Why, Madam Dingley, the First-Fruits are done.  Southwell told me they went to inquire about them, and Lord Treasurer said they were done, and had been done long ago.  And I’ll tell you a secret you must not mention, that the Duke of Ormond is ordered to take notice of them in his speech in your Parliament:  and I desire you will take care to say on occasion that my Lord Treasurer Harley did it many months ago, before the Duke was Lord Lieutenant.  And yet I cannot possibly come over yet:  so get you gone to Wexford, and make Stella well.  Yes, yes, I take care not to walk late; I never did but once, and there are five hundred people on the way as I walk.  Tisdall is a puppy, and I will excuse him the half-hour he would talk with me.  As for the Examiner, I have heard a whisper that after that of this day,[31] which tells us what this Parliament has done, you will hardly find them so good.  I prophesy they will be trash for the future; and methinks in this day’s Examiner the author talks doubtfully, as if he would write no more.[32] Observe whether the change be discovered in Dublin, only for your own curiosity, that’s all.  Make a mouth there.  Mrs. Vedeau’s business I have answered, and I hope the bill is not lost.  Morrow.  ’Tis stewing hot, but I must rise and go to town between fire and water.  Morrow, sirrahs both, morrow.—­At night.  I dined to-day with Colonel Crowe, Governor of Jamaica, and your friend Sterne.  I presented Sterne to my Lord Treasurer’s brother,[33] and gave him his case, and engaged him in his favour.  At dinner there fell the swingingest long shower, and the most grateful to me, that ever I saw:  it thundered fifty times at least, and the air is so cool that a body is able to live; and I walked home to-night with comfort, and without dirt.  I went this evening to Lord Treasurer, and sat with him two hours, and we were in very good humour, and he abused me, and called me Dr. Thomas Swift fifty times:  I have told you he does that when he has mind to make me mad.[34] Sir Thomas Frankland gave me to-day a letter from Murry, accepting my bill; so all is well:  only, by a letter from Parvisol, I find there are some perplexities.—­Joe has likewise written to me, to thank me for what I have done for him; and desires I would write to the Bishop of Clogher, that Tom Ashe[35] may not hinder his father[36] from being portreve.  I have written