With the English and Scotch exiles, I have as much society as I care for, and as I find I am able to keep a horse--for living here is not more than half the cost that it would be in England--I am well enough contented with my lot.
"There is but one thing that pricks me.

That villain John Dormay has, as he schemed for, obtained possession of my estates, and has been knighted for his distinguished services to the king.

I heard of this some time since, by a letter from one of our Jacobite friends to whom I wrote, asking for news.

He says that the new knight has no great cause for enjoyment in his dignity and possessions, because, not only do the Jacobite gentry turn their backs upon him, when they meet him in the town, but the better class of Whigs hold altogether aloof from him, regarding his elevation, at the expense of his wife's kinsman, to be disgraceful, although of course they have no idea of the evil plot by which he brought about my ruin.

There is great pity expressed for his wife, who has not once stirred beyond the grounds at Lynnwood since he took her there, and who is, they say, a shadow of her former self.
Ciceley, he hears, is well.