Pray pick me up any prints of lord-lieutenants, Irish bishops, ladies-nay, or patriots; but I will not trouble you for a snuffbox or toothpick-case, made of a bit of the Giant's Causeway.

My Anecdotes of Painting will scarcely appear before Christmas. My gallery and cabinet are at full stop till spring, but I shall be sorry to leave it all in ten days; October, that scarce ever deceived one before, has exhibited a deluge; but it has recovered, and promised to behave well as long as it lives, like a dying sinner. Good night.

Yours ever.

P.S. My niece lost the coronation for only a daughter.*

It makes me smile, when I reflect that you are come into the world again, and that I have above half left it.

TO THE HON. H. S. CONWAY.

Strawberry-hill, June 28, 1760.

How strange it seems! You are talking to me of the king's wedding, while we are thinking of a civil war. Why, the king's wedding was a century ago, almost two months; even the coronation that happened half an age ago, is quite forgot. The post to Germany cannot keep pace with our revolutions. Who knows but you may still be thinking that Mr. Pitt is the most disinterested man in the world? Truly, as far as the votes of a common-council can make him so, he is. Like Cromwell, he has always promoted the self-denying ordinance, and has contrived to be excused from it himself. The city could no longer choose who should be their man of virtue; there was not one left: by all rules they ought next to have pitched upon one who was the oldest offender: instead of that, they have re-elected the most recent: and, as if virtue was a borough, Mr. Pitt is re-chosen for it, on vacating his seat. Well, but all this is very very serious: I shall offer you a prophetic picture, and shall be very glad if I am not a true soothsayer. The city have voted. an address of thanks to Mr. Pitt, and given instructions to their

4 The countess of Waldegrave, who was brought to bed of a daughter on the 7th October 1761. [Ed.]

members; the chief articles of which are, to promote an inquiry into the disposal of the money that has been granted, and to consent to no peace, unless we are to retain all, or very near all, our conquests. Thus the city of London usurp the right of making peace and war. But is the government to be dictated to by one town? By no means. But suppose they are not—what is the consequence? How will the money be raised? If it cannot be raised without them, Mr. Pitt must again be minister: that you think would easily be accommodated. Stay, stay; he and lord Temple have declared against the whole cabinet council. Why, that they have done before now, and yet have acted with them again. It is very true; but a little word has escaped Mr. Pitt, which never entered into his former declarations; nay, nor into Cromwell's, nor Hugh Capet's, nor Julius Cæsar's, nor any reformer's of ancient time. He has happened to say, he will guide. Now, though the cabinet council are mighty willing to be guided, when they cannot help it, yet they wish to have appearances saved: they cannot be fond of being told they are to be guided; still less, that other people should be told so. Here, then, is Mr. Pitt and the common-council on one hand, the great lords on the other. I protest, I do not see but it will come to this. Will it allay the confusion, if Mr. Fox is retained on the side of the court? Here are no Whigs and Tories, harm-less people, that are content with worrying one another for 150 years together. The new parties are, I will, and You shall not; and their principles do not admit delay. However, this age is of suppler mould than some of its predecessors; and this may come round again, by a coup de baguette, when one least expects it. If it should not, the honestest part one can take is to look on, and try if one can do any good if matters go too far. I am charmed with the castle of Hercules; it is the boldest

1 Mr. Pitt declared in the council, he "would no longer remain in a situation, which made him responsible for measures he was no longer allowed to guide;" an observation which called forth from the earl of Grenville, the president, the remark, that "however he (Mr. Pitt) might have convinced himself of his infallibility, still it remains that we should be equally convinced before we can resign our understanding to his dictation, or join with him in the measure he proposes." [Ed.]

2 Alluding to a description of a building in Hesse Cassel, given by Mr. Conway in one of his letters. [Or.]

pile I have seen since I travelled in Fairyland. You ought to have delivered a princess imprisoned by enchanters in his club : she, in gratitude, should have fallen in love with you: your constancy should have been immaculate. The devil knows how it would have ended-I don't-And so I break off my romance. You need not beat the French any more this year: it cannot be ascribed to Mr. Pitt; and the mob won't thank you. If we are to have a warm campaign in parliament, I hope you will be sent for. Adieu! We take the field to-morrow seʼnnight.

Yours ever.

P.S. You will be sorry to hear that Worksop is burned. My lady Waldegrave has got a daughter, and your brother an ague.

To GEORGE MONTAGU, Esq.

Arlington-street, November 7, 1761.

You will rejoice to hear that your friend Mr. Amyand is going to marry the dowager lady Northampton; she has two thousand pounds a-year, and twenty thousand in money. Old Dunch is dead, and Mrs. Felton Harvey was given over last night, but is still alive.

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Sir John Cust is speaker, and, bating his nose, the chair seems well filled. There are so many new faces in this parliament, that I am not at all acquainted with it.

The enclosed print will divert you, especially the baroness in the right-hand corner-so ugly, and so satisfied: the Athenian head was intended for Stewart; but was so like, that Hogarth was forced to cut off the nose. Adieu !

Yours ever.

1 Mrs. Dunch, widow of Edmund Dunch, Esq., comptroller to the household of King George I. and M. P. for Wallingford, died at her house in Scotland Yard, 4th Nov. 1761, aged 89. [Ed.]

2 Died 8th Nov. 1761. She was the wife of the honourable Felton Hervey, ninth son of John Hervey, first Earl of Bristol, and mother of Felton Lionel Hervey, Esq., who married Selina, only daughter and heir of the late Sir John Elwell, Bart., by whom he had issue, 1. Selina Mary, married 24th Aug. 1813, to Sir Charles Knightley, Bart. 2. Colonel Sir Felton Hervey, Bart. 3. Sir Frederick Bathurst Hervey, Bart. 4. Leonel Charles. 5. A posthumous daughter, Elizabeth. [Ed.]

To GEORGE MONTAGU, Esq.

Arlington-street, November 28, 1761.

I AM much obliged for the notice of sir Compton's illness; if you could send me word of peace too, I should be completely satisfied on Mr. Conway's account. He has been in the late action, and escaped, at a time that I flattered myself the campaign was at an end. However, I trust it is now. You will have been concerned for young Courtney. The war, we hear, is to be transferred to these islands; most probably to yours. The black-rod, I hope, like a herald, is a sacred personage.

There has been no authentic account of the coronation published; if there should be, I will send it. When I am at Strawberry, I believe I can make you a list of those that walked; but I have no memorandum in town. If Mr. Bentley's play is printed in Ireland, I depend on your sending me two copies.

There has been a very private ball at court, consisting of not above twelve or thirteen couple; some of the lords of the bedchamber, most of the ladies, the maids of honour, the six strangers, lady Caroline Russell, lady Jane Stewart, lord Suffolk, lord Northampton, lord Mandeville, and lord Grey. Nobody sat by, but the princess, the duchess of Bedford, and lady Bute. They began before seven, danced till one, and parted without a supper.

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Lady Sarah Lenox has refused lord Errol; the duke of Bedford is privy seal; lord Thomond, cofferer; lord George Cavendish, comptroller;-George Pitt goes minister to Turin ; and Mrs. Speed must go thither, as she is marrying the baron de Perrier, count Virry's son. Adieu! Commend me to your brother.

Yours ever.

1 Daughter of the duke of Bedford, married on the 23d August 1762, to George Spencer, fourth duke of Marlborough, who died in 1817; her Grace died 26th Nov. 1811. [Ed.]

2 Lady Jane Stewart, second daughter of the earl of Bute, married 1st Feb. 1768, George, earl Macartney, and died 28th Feb. 1826. [Ed.] 3 She subsequently married Sir T. C. Bunbury, Bart. [Ed.]

TO THE COUNTESS OF AILESBURY.

Arlington-street, Nov. 28, 1761.

DEAR MADAM,

You are so bad and so good, that I don't know how to treat you. You give me every mark of kindness but letting me hear from you. You send me charming drawings the moment I trouble you with a commission, and you give lady Cecilia 1 commissions for trifles of my writing, in the most obliging manner. I have taken the latter off her hands. The Fugitive Pieces, and the Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors, shall be conveyed to you directly. Lady Cecilia and I agree how we lament the charming suppers there, every time we pass the corner of Warwick-street! We have a little comfort for your sake and our own, in believing that the campaign is at an end, at least for this year-but they tell us, it is to recommence here, or in Ireland. You have nothing to do with that. Our politics, I think, will soon be as warm as our war. Charles Townshend 2

is to be lieutenant-general to Mr. Pitt. The duke of Bedford is privy seal; lord Thomond, cofferer; lord George Cavendish, comptroller.

Diversions, you know, madam, are never at high-water-mark before Christmas: yet operas flourish pretty well: those on Tuesdays are removed to Mondays, because the queen likes the

2 The right honourable Charles Townshend, second son of Charles, third viscount Townshend. He was known by the name of "The Weathercock," on account of the versatility of his political conduct; and was the subject of Burke's splendid eulogium-" Perhaps there never arose in this country a man of more pointed and finished wit, and, where his passions were not concerned, of more refined, exquisite, and penetrating judgment. He was the delight and ornament of this House, and the charm of every private society which he honored with his presence. There are many young members now present who never saw that prodigy Charles Townshend, nor of course know what a ferment he was able to excite in every thing, by the violent ebullition of his mixed virtues and failings, for failings he undoubtedly had, but none which were not owing to a noble cause, to an ardent, generous, perhaps an immoderate passion for fame, a passion which is the instinct of all great souls." [Ed.]