12 LIFE OF ARCHBISHOP SANCllOFT. 



the gander-scurvy-grass ; for we would not 

 have it be, or seem, stale before we have done 

 with it and are weary of it. But Digby Bull's 

 letters and packets, though they are stale 

 enough, and I am weary of them more than 

 enough, yet, it seems, I shall never have done 

 with them. But, methinks, you advise very 

 well ; and, accordingly, if any more come, re- 

 fuse them. My kind respects, I pray, to that 

 good and worthy man Mr. Kettlewell, whom I 

 am sorry to have involved in part of my trouble. 

 But you may assure him again I will have no 

 commerce with that importunate and impetuous 

 man: and seeing, as you write, you opened 

 this last letter, and Mr. K. read it, he cannot 

 but see reason enough, why I should resolve to 

 have no more to do with his troublesome neigh- 

 bour. I am sorry for my Lord of London, but 

 he useth of course to have some little check in 

 his health, at this time of the year ; and there 

 used to be cholic pangs in the case, as I re- 

 member : but I hope, 'tis but a pang, and will 

 soon be over. The same good wishes I have 

 for the health of that very learned and reverend 

 person who, you say, still remembers me so 

 significantly and kindly. 



For your news I thank you ; but cannot re- 

 taliate, nor make any descants upon it ; from 

 hence how should I? Prince Lewis of Baden 



