April 13, 1713. This morning, my friend, Mr. Lewis, came to to me, and showed me an order for a warrant for the three vacant deaneries; but none of them to me. This was what I always foresaw, and received the notice of it better, I believe, than he expected. I bid Mr. Lewis tell lord-treasurer, that I took nothing ill of him, but his not giving me timely notice, as he promised to do, if he found the Queen would do nothing for me. At noon, lord-treasurer hearing I was in Mr. Lewis's office, came to me, and said many things too long to repeat. I told him I had nothing to do but go to Ireland immediately; for I could not, with any reputation, stay longer here, unless I had something honourable immediately given to me. We dined together at the Duke of Ormond's. He there told me, he had stopped the warrants for the deans, that what was done for me might be at the same time, and he hoped to compass it tonight; but I believe him not. I told the duke of Ormond my intentions. He is content Sterne should be a bishop, and I have St. Patrick's; but I believe nothing will come of it, for stay I will not; and so I believe, for all, you may see me in Dublin before April ends. I am less out of humour than you would imagine: and if it were not that impertinent people will condole with me, as they used to give me joy, I would value it less. But I will avoid company, and muster up my baggage, and send them next Monday by the carrier to Chester, and come and see my willows, against the expectation of all the world.—Not care I? Nite, dealest logues, MD.
14. I dined in the city today, and ordered a lodging to be got ready for me against I came to pack up my things; for I will leave this end of the town as soon as ever the warrants for the deaneries are out, which are yet stopped. Lord-treasurer told Mr. Lewis, that it should be determined tonight: and so he will say a hundred nights. So he said yesterday, but I value it not. My daily journals shall be but short till I get into the city, and then I will send away this, and follow it myself; and design to walk it all the way to Chester, my man and I, by ten miles a-day. It will do my health a great deal of good. I shall do it in fourteen days. Nite, deal MD.
15. Lord Bol— made me dine with him today, He was as good company as ever: and told me the Queen would determine something for me tonight. The dispute is, Windsor or St. Patrick's. I told him I would not stay for their disputes, and he thought I was in the right. Lord Masham told me, that Lady Masham is angry I have not been to see her since this business, and desires I will come tomorrow.
16.I was this noon at Lady Masham's, who was just come from Kensington, where her eldest son is sick. She said much to me of what she had talked to Queen and lord-treasurer. The poor lady fell a shedding tears openly. She could not bear to think of my having St. Patrick's, etc. I was never more moved than to see so much friendship. I would not stay with her, but went and dined with Dr. Arbuthnot, with Mr. Berkeley, one of your Fellows, whom I have recommended to the doctor, and to Lord Berkeley of Stratton. Mr. Lewis tells me, that the Duke of Ormond has been today, with Queen; and she was content, that Dr. Sterne should be Bishop of Dromore, and I Dean of St. Patrick's; but then out came lord-treasurer, and said, he would not be satisfied, but that I must be Prebend of Windsor. Thus he perplexes things. I expect neither; but I confess, as much as I love England, I am so angry at this treatment, that, if I had my choice, I would rather have St. Patrick's. Lady Masham says she will speak to purpose to Queen tomorrow. Nite, deal MD.
17. I went to dine at Lady Masham's today, and she was taken ill of a sore throat, and aguish. She spoke to Queen last night, but had not much time. Queen says she will determine tomorrow with lord-treasurer. The warrants for the deaneries are still stopped, for fear I should be gone. Do you think any thing will be done? I don't care whether it is or no. In the mean time, I prepare for my journey, and see no great people, nor will see lord-treasurer any more, if I go. Lord-treasurer told Mr. Lewis it should be done tonight; so he said five nights ago. Nite, MD.
18. This morning Mr. Lewis sent me word that lord-treasurer told him Queen would determine at noon. At three lord-treasurer sent to me to come to his lodgings at St. James's, and told me the Queen was at last resolved, that Dr. Sterne should be Bishop of Dromore, and I Dean of St. Patrick's; and that Sterne's warrant should be drawn immediately. You know the deanery is in the Duke of Ormond's gift; but this is concerted between the Queen, lord-treasurer, and the Duke of Ormond, to make room for me. I do not know whether it will yet be done; some unlucky accident may yet come. Neither can I feel joy at passing my days in Ireland ; and I confess, I thought the ministry would not let me go; but perhaps they can't help it. Nite, MD.
19. I forgot to tell you, that lord-treasurer forced me to dine with him yesterday as usual, with his Saturday company; which I did after frequent refusals. Today I dined with a private friend, and was not at court. After dinner Mr. Lewis sent me a note, that Queen stayed till she knew whether the Duke of Ormond approved of Sterne for a bishop. I went this evening, and found the Duke of Ormond at the cock-pit, and told him, and desired he would go to Queen and approve of Sterne. He made objections, and desired I would name any other deanery, for he did not like Sterne; that Sterne never went to see him; that he was influenced by the Archbishop of Dublin, etc.; so all is now broken again. I sent out for lord-treasurer, and told him this. He says all will do well; but I value not what he says. This suspense vexes me worse than any thing else. Nite, MD.
20. I went today, by appointment, to the cock-pit, to talk with the Duke of Ormond. He repeated the same proposals of any other deanery, etc. I desired he would put me out of the case, and do as he pleased. Then, with great kindness, he said he would consent; but would do it for no man alive but me, etc. And he will speak to the Queen today, or tomorrow; so, perhaps, something will come of it. I can't tell.
21. The Duke of Ormond has told Queen he is satisfied that Sterne should be bishop, and she consents I shall be dean; and I suppose the warrants will be drawn in a day or two. I dined at an alehouse with Parnell and Berkeley; for I am not in humour to go among the ministers, though Lord Dartmouth invited me to dine with him today, and lord-treasurer was to be there. I said I would, if I were out of suspense. Nite, dealest MD.
22. Queen says warrants shall be drawn, but she will dispose of all in England and Ireland at once, to be teased no more. This will delay it some time; and, while it is delayed, I am not sure of Queen, my enemies being busy. I hate this suspense.
23. I dined yesterday with General Hamilton: I forgot to tell oo. I write short journals now. I have eggs on the spit. This night the Queen has signed all the warrants, among which Sterne is Bishop of Dromore, and the Duke of Ormond is to send over an order for making me Dean of St. Patrick's. I have no doubt of him at all. I think 'tis now past. And I suppose MD is malicious enough to be glad, and rather have it than Wells. But you see what a condition I am in. I thought I was to pay but six hundred pounds for the house; but the Bishop of Clogher says eight hundred pounds; first-fruits one hundred and fifty pounds, and so, with patent, a thousand pounds in all; so that I shall not be the better for the deanery these three years. I hope in some time they will be persuaded here to give me some money to pay off these debts. I must finish the book I am writing, before I can come over; and they expect I shall pass next winter here, and then I will drive them to give me a sum of money. However, I hope to pass four or five months with MD, whatever comes on it. I received * * * tonight just ten weeks since I had your last. I shall write next post to Bishop Sterne. Never man had so many enemies of Ireland as he. I carried it with the strongest hand possible. If he does not use me well and gently in what dealings I shall have with him, he will be the most ungrateful of mankind. The Archbishop of York, my mortal enemy, has sent, by a third hand, that he would be glad to see me. Shall I see him, or not? I hope to be over in a month, and that MD, with their raillery, will be mistaken, that I shall make it three years. I will answer oor rettle soon ; but no more journals. I shall be very busy. Short letters from henceforward. I shall not part with Laracor. That is all I have to live on, except the deanery be worth more than four hundred pounds a-year. Is it? If it be, overplus shall be divided *****, beside usual *****. Pray write to me a good humoured letter immediately, let it be ever so short. This affair was carried with great difficulty, which vexes me. But they say here, 'tis much to my reputation that I have made a bishop, in spite of all the world, to get the best deanery in Ireland. Nite, deal MD.
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25. Morning. I know not whether my warrant be got ready from the Duke of Ormond. I suppose it will by tonight I am going abroad, and will keep this unsealed, till I know whether all be finished. I had this letter all day in my pocket, waiting till I heard the warrants were gone over. Mr. Lewis sent to Southwell's clerk at ten; and he said the Bishop of Killaloo had desired they should be stopped till next post. He sent again, that the Bishop of Killaloo's business had nothing to do with ours. Then I went myself, but it was past eleven, and asked the reason. Killaloo is removed to Rapho, and he has a mind to have an order for the rents of Rapho, that have fallen since the vacancy, and he would have all stop till he has got that. A pretty request! But the clerk, at Mr. Lewis's message, sent the warrants for Sterne and me; but it was then too late to send this, which frets me heartily, that MD should not have intelligence first from Pdfr. I think to take a hundred pounds a-year out of the deanery, and divide it between MD and D but will talk of that when I come over. Nite, deal MD. Love Pdfr.
26. I was at court today, and a thousand people gave me joy; so I ran out. I dined with Lady Orkney. Yesterday I dined with lord-treasurer and his Saturday people as usual; and was so bedeaned! The Archbishop of York says, he will never more speak against me.
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