Tat, tat, tat. — Enter Mr. Harris of Salisbury. He is a most charming old man, and I like him amazingly. Lady Edgecumbe arose and went to meet him, saying he as an old and particular friend of hers and she rejoiced to meet him. When he had paid her his compliments, he very civilly renewed acquaintance with us. I told him we were all afraid he would be tired of so much of one thing, for that there was nothing for him again but the Duet. "That is the very reason I come," answered he, "because I was never so much entertained as when I heard it before, and wish to renew the same pleasure."