Lord Anglesea was with me to-night at Lord Treasurer’s; and then I asked him about Tisdall, and described him.  He said he never saw him, but that he had sent him his book.[4] See what it is to be a puppy.  Pray tell Mr. Walls that Lord Anglesea thanked me for recommending Clements[5] to him; that he says he is 20,000 pounds the better for knowing Clements.  But pray don’t let Clements go and write a letter of thanks, and tell my lord that he hears so and so, etc.  Why, ’tis but like an Irish understanding to do so.  Sad weather; two shillings in coaches to-day, and yet I am dirty.  I am now going to read over something and correct it.  So, nite.

21.  Puppies have got a new way of plaguing me.  I find letters directed for me at Lord Treasurer’s, sometimes with enclosed ones to him, and sometimes with projects, and some times with libels.  I usually keep them three or four days without opening.  I was at Court to-day, as I always am on Sundays, instead of a coffee-house, to see my acquaintance.  This day se’nnight, after I had been talking at Court with Sir William Wyndham, the Spanish Ambassador[6] came to him and said he heard that was Dr. Swift, and desired him to tell me that his master, and the King of France, and the Queen, were more obliged to me than any man in Europe; so we bowed, and shook hands, etc.  I took it very well of him.  I dined with Lord Treasurer, and must again to-morrow, though I had rather not (as DD says); but now the Queen is in town, he does not keep me so late.  I have not had time to see Fanny Manley since she came, but intend it one of these days.  Her uncle, Jack Manley,[7] I hear, cannot live a month, which will be a great loss to her father in Ireland, for I believe he is one of his chief supports.  Our peace now will soon be determined; for Lord Bolingbroke tells me this morning that four provinces of Holland[8] have complied with the Queen, and we expect the rest will do so immediately.  Nite MD.

22.  Lord Keeper promised me yesterday the first convenient living to poor Mr. Gery,[9] who is married, and wants some addition to what he has.  He is a very worthy creature.  I had a letter some weeks ago from Elwick,[10] who married Betty Gery.  It seems the poor woman died some time last summer.  Elwick grows rich, and purchases lands.  I dined with Lord Treasurer to-day, who has engaged me to come again to-morrow.  I gave Lord Bolingbroke a poem of Parnell’s.[11] I made Parnell insert some compliments in it to his lordship.  He is extremely pleased with it, and read some parts of it to-day to Lord Treasurer, who liked it as much.  And indeed he outdoes all our poets here a bar’s length.  Lord Bolingbroke has ordered me to bring him to dinner on Christmas Day, and I made Lord Treasurer promise to see him; and it may one day do Parnell a kindness.  You know Parnell.  I believe I have told you of that poem.  Nite, deel MD.