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G. Montagu, Esq. Strawberry-hill, Oct. 16, 1769. On his
HON. HORACE WALPOLE.
To GEORGE MONTAGU, Esq.
Arlington-street, January 7, 1760. You must not wonder I have not written to you a long time; a person of my consequence! I am now almost ready to say, We, instead of I. In short, I live amongst royaltyconsidering the plenty, that is no great wonder. All the world lives with them, and they with all the world. Princes and princesses open shops in every corner of the town, and the whole town deals with them. As I have gone to one, I chose to visit all, that I might not be particular, and seem to have views; and yet it went so much against me, that I came to town on purpose a month ago for the duke's levee, and had engaged Brand to go with me—and then could not bring myself to it. At last, I went to him and princess Emily yesterday. It was well I had not flattered myself with being still in my bloom ; I am grown so old since they saw me, that neither of them knew me.
When they were told, he just spoke to me (I forgive him; he is not out of my debt, even with that): she was exceedingly gracious, and commended Strawberry to the skies. To-night, I was asked to their party at Norfolk-house. These parties are wonderfully select and dignified: one might sooner be a knight of Malta than qualified for them; I don't know how the duchess of Devonshire, Mr. Fox, and I, were forgiven some of our ancestors. There were two tables at loo, two at whist, and a quadrille. I was commanded to the duke's loo; he was sat down: not to
make him wait, I threw my hat upon the marble table, and broke four pieces off a great chrystal chandelier. I stick to my etiquette, and treat them with great respect; not as I do my friend, the duke of York. But don't let us talk any more of princes. My Lucan' appears to-morrow; I must say it is a noble volume. Shall I send it you—or won't you come and fetch it ?
There is nothing new of public, but the violent commotions in Ireland, whither the duke of Bedford still persists in going. Æolus to quell a storm!
I am in great concern for my old friend, poor lady Harry Beauclerc;' her lord dropped down dead two nights ago, as he was sitting with her and all their children! Admiral Boscawen? is dead by this time. Mrs. Osborn and I are not much afflicted: lady Jane Coke, too, is dead, exceedingly rich ; I have not heard
her will yet.
If you don't come to town soon, I give you warning, I will be a lord of the bedchamber, or a gentleman usher. If you will, I will be nothing but what I have been so many years-my own and
TO THE Right Hon. LADY HERVEY.
Jan. 12, 1760. I am very sorry your ladyship could doubt a moment on the cause of my concern yesterday. I saw you much displeased at what I had said; and I felt so innocent of the least intention of offending you, that I could not help being struck at my own ill-fortune, and with the sensation raised by finding you mix great goodness with great severity.
I am naturally very impatient under praise ; I have reflected enough on myself to know I don't deserve it; and with this consciousness you ought to forgive me, madam, if I dreaded that
1. Lucanus, cum notis H. Grotii et R. Bentleii, Strawberry-hill, 4to., 1760.' (Ed.]
? Lord Henry Beauclerc, fourth son of Charles, first duke of St. Albans. [Ed.]
3 This report proved unfounded. This distinguished admiral, who was the third son of Hugh, first viscount Falmouth, did not die until the 10th Jan. 1761. [Ed.]