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yourself from Great worth for a whole fortnight, how will you do in Ireland for six months? Remember all my preachments, and never be in spirits at supper. Seriously, I am sorry you are out of order, but am alarmed for you at Dublin, and though all the bench of bishops should quaver Purcell's hymns, don't let them warble you into a pint of wine. I wish you were going among catholic prelates who would deny you the cup. Think of me and resist temptation. Adieu!

Yours ever.

TO THE EARL OF STRAFFORD.

MY DEAR LORD,

Strawberry-hill, July 5, 1761.

I cannot live at Twickenham and not think of you: I have long wanted to write, and had nothing to tell you. My lady D. seems to have lost her sting; she has neither blown up a house nor a quarrel since you departed. Her wall, contiguous to you, is built, but so precipitate and slanting, that it seems hurrying to take water. I hear she grows sick of her undertakings. We have been ruined by deluges; all the country was under water. Lord Holderness's new fossé1 was beaten in for several yards this tempest was a little beyond the dew of Hermon that fell on the hill of Sion. I have been in still more danger by water: my parroquet was on my shoulder as I was feeding my gold-fish, and flew into the middle of the pond: I was very near being the Nouvelle Eloise, and tumbling in after him; but with much ado I ferried him out with my hat.

Lord E*** has had a fit of apoplexy; your brother Charles a bad return of his old complaint; and lord Melcomb has tumbled down the kitchen stairs, and waked himself,

London is a desert; no soul in it but the king. Bussy has taken a temporary house. The World talks of peace-would I could believe it! every newspaper frightens me: Mr. Conway

1 At Sion-hill, near Brentford. [Or.]

• Charles Townshend, married to lady Greenwich, eldest sister to lady Strafford. [Or.]

would be very angry if he knew how I dread the very name of the prince de Soubise. 3

We begin to perceive the tower of Kew from Montpellierrow; in a fortnight you will see it in Yorkshire.

The apostle Whitfield is come to some shame: he went to lady Huntingdon lately, and asked for forty pounds for some distressed saint or other. She said she had not so much money in the house, but would give it him the first time she had. He was very pressing, but in vain. At last, he said "There's your watch and trinkets, you don't want such vanities; I will have that." She would have put him off; but he, persisting, she said, "Well, if you must have it, you must." About a fortnight afterwards, going to his house, and being carried into his wife's chamber, among the paraphernalia of the latter the countess found her own offering. This has made a terrible schism: she tells the story herself—I had not it from Saint Frances, but I hope it is true.

Adieu, my dear lord!

Yours ever.

P.S. My gallery sends its humble duty to your new front, and all my creatures beg their respects to my lady.

TO THE HON. H. S. CONWAY.

Arlington-street, July 14, 1761.

My dearest Harry, how could you write me such a cold letter as I have just received from you, and beginning Dear sir! Can you be angry with me, for can I be in fault to you? Blameable in ten thousand other respects, may not I almost say I am perfect with regard to you? Since I was fifteen have not I loved you unalterably? Since I was capable of knowing your merit, has not my admiration been veneration? For what could so much affection and esteem change? Have not your honour,

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3 The generalissimo of the French forces. [Ed.]
4 The Pagoda in the royal garden at Kew. [Or.]
5 Lady Frances Shirley. [Or.]

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your interest, your safety been ever my first objects? Oh, Harry if you knew what I have felt and am feeling about you, would you charge me with neglect? If I have seen a person since you went, to whom my first question has not been, “What do you hear of the hear of the peace?" you would have reason to blame You say I write very seldom: I will tell you what, I should almost be sorry to have you see the anxiety I have expressed about you in letters to every body else. No; I must except lady Ailesbury, and there is not another on earth who loves you so well and is so attentive to whatever relates to you.

me.

With regard to writing, this is exactly the case: I had nothing to tell you; nothing has happened; and where you are, I was cautious of writing. Having neither hopes nor fears, I always write the thoughts of the moment, and even laugh to divert the person I am writing to, without any ill-will on the subjects I mention. But, in your situation, that frankness might be prejudicial to you and to write grave unmeaning letters, I trusted you was too secure of me either to like them or desire them. I knew no news, nor could I: I have lived quite alone at Strawberry; am connected with no court, ministers, or party; consequently heard nothing, and events there have been none. I have not even for this month heard my lady T * * * *'s extempore gazette. All the morning, I play with my workmen or animals, go regularly every evening to the meadows with Mrs. Clive, or sit with my lady Suffolk,' and at night scribble my painters. What a journal to send you! I write more trifling letters than any man living; am ashamed of them, and yet they are expected of me. You, my lady Ailesbury, your brother, sir Horace Mann, George Montagu, lord Strafford-all expect I should write-Of what? I live less and less in the world, care for it less and less, and yet am thus obliged to inquire what it is doing. Do make these allowances for me, and remember half your letters go to my lady Ailesbury. I writ to her of the king's marriage, concluding she would send it to you: tiresome as it would be, I will copy my own letters, if you expect it; for I will do any thing rather than disoblige you. I will send you a diary of the duke of York's balls and Ranelaghs; inform you of how

1 Henrietta Hobart, countess of Suffolk, then living at Marble-hill. [Or.]

** and how many races

many children my lady B* *** is my nephew goes to. No, I will not; you do not want such proofs of my friendship.

The papers tell us you are retiring, and I was glad. You seem to expect an action-Can this give me spirits? Can I write to you joyfully, and fear? Or is it fit prince Ferdinand should know you have a friend that is as great a coward about you as your wife? The only reason for my silence, that can not be true, is, that I forget you. When I am prudent or cau. tious, it is no symptom of my being indifferent, Indifference does not happen in friendships, as it does in passions; and if I was young enough or feeble enough to cease to love you, I would not for my own sake let it be known. Your virtues are my greatest pride; I have done myself so much honour by them, that I will not let it be known you have been peevish with me unreasonably. Pray God we may have peace, that I may scold you for it!

The king's marriage was kept the profoundest secret till last Wednesday, when the privy council was extraordinarily summoned, and it was notified to them. Since that, the new queen's mother is dead, and will delay it a few days; but lord Harcourt is to sail on the 27th, and the coronation will certainly be on the 22d of September. All that I know fixed, is, lord Harcourt master of the horse, the duke of Manchester chamberlain,2 and Mr. Stone treasurer. Lists there are in abundance; I don't know the authentic: those most talked of, are, lady Bute, groom of the stole, the duchesses of Hamilton and Ancaster, lady Northumberland, Bolingbroke, Weymouth, Scarborough, Abergavenny, Effingham, for ladies ;3 you may choose any six of them you please; the four first are more probable. Misses, Henry Beauclerc, M. Howe, Meadows, Wrottesley, Bishop, &c. &c. &c. Choose your maids, too. Bedchamber women,

2 The duke of Manchester was appointed chamberlain, and lord viscount Cantalupe, son of the earl of Delawarr, vice-chamberlain. [Ed.]

3 The ladies of the bedchamber were, the duchess of Ancaster, mistress of the robes; duchess of Hamilton; countess of Effingham; countess of Northumberland; viscountess Weymouth, and viscountess Bolingbroke. [Ed.] 4 Misses Evelyn, Meadows, Bishop, Beauclerc, Wrottesley, and Keck received the appointments. [Ed.]

Mrs. Bloodworth, Robert Brudenel, Charlotte Dives, lady Erskine ;5 in short, I repeat a mere newspaper.

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We expect the final answer of France this week. Bussy was in great pain on the fireworks for Quebec, lest he should be obliged to illuminate his house: you see I ransack my memory for something to tell you.

Adieu! I have more reason to be angry than you had; but I am not so hasty; you are of a violent, impetuous, jealous temper-I, cool, sedate, reasonable. I believe I must subscribe my name, or you will not know me by this description. Yours unalterably.

To GEORGE MONTAGU, Esq.

Strawberry-hill, Friday night, July 16, 1761.

I DID not notify the king's marriage to you yesterday, because I knew you would learn as much by the evening post as I could tell you. The solemn manner of summoning the council was very extraordinary people little imagined that the urgent and important business in the rescript was to acquaint them that his majesty was going to *** *** ** * * *. All I can tell you of truth is, that lord Harcourt goes to fetch the princess, and comes back her master of the horse. She is to be here in August, and the coronation certainly on the 22d of September. Think of the joy the women feel; there is not a Scotch peer in the Fleet that might not marry the greatest fortune in England between this and the 22d of September. However, the ceremony will lose its two brightest luminaries, my niece Waldegrave for beauty, and the duchess of Grafton for figure. The first will be lying-in, the latter at Geneva; but I think she will come, if she walks to it as well as at it. I cannot recollect but lady Kildare and lady Pembroke of great beauties. Mrs. Bloodworth and Mrs. Robert Brudenel, bedchamber women, Miss Wrottesley and Miss Meadows, maids of honour, go to receive the princess at Helvoet; what lady I do not hear. Your cousin's grace of Manchester, they say, is to be chamberlain, and

5 The bedchamber women were, Mrs. Dashwood, Mrs. Herbert, Mrs. Robert Brudenell, and Mrs. Ryan. [Ed.]

6 The abbé de Bussy, sent here with overtures of peace. Mr. Stanley was at the same time sent to Paris. [Or.]

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