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I am much obliged to you for the care you take in sending my
eagle by my commodore-cousin, but I hope it will not be till
after his expedition. I know the extent of his genius; he
would hoist it overboard on the prospect of an engagement, and
think he could buy me another at Hyde Park Corner with the
prize-money; like the Roman tar that told his crew, that if
they broke the antique Corinthian statues, they should find
new ones.

We have been making peace lately, but I think it is off again;
there is come an unpleasant sort of a letter, transmitted from
Van Hoey(1215) at Paris; it talks something of rebels not to
be treated as rebels, and of a Prince Charles that is
somebody's cousin and friend-but as nobody knows any thing of
this--why, I know nothing of it neither. There are battalions
ordered for Flanders, and countermanded, and a few less
ordered again - if I knew exactly what day this would reach
you, I could tell you more certainly, because the
determination for or against is only of every other day. The
Duke is coming: I don't find it certain, however, that the
Pretender is got off.

We are in the height of festivities for the Serenity of Hesse,
our son-in-law, who passes a few days here on his return to
Germany. If you recollect Lord Elcho, you have a perfect idea
of his person and parts. The great officers banquet him at
dinner; in the evenings; there are plays, operas, ridottos,
and masquerades.

You ask me to pity you for losing the Chutes - indeed I do;
and I pity them for losing you. They will often miss
Florence, and its tranquillity and happy air. Adieu! Comfort
yourself with what you do not lose.

(1214) The Hon. John Hobart, afterwards second Earl of
Buckinghamshire. Walpole had given him a letter of
introduction to Sir Horace Mann.-E.

(1215) The Dutch minister at Paris.



483 Letter 205
To George Montagu, Esq.
Arlington Street, June 12th, 1746.

My dear George,
Don't commend me -. you don't know what hurt it will do me;
you will make me a pains-taking man, and I had rather be dull
Without any trouble. From partiality to me you won't allow my
letters to be letters. If you have a mind I should write you
news, don't make me think about it; I shall be so long turning
my periods, that what I tell you will cease to be news.

The Prince of Hesse had a most ridiculous tumble t'other night
at the Opera; they had not pegged up his box tight after the
ridotto, and down he came on all four; George Selwyn says he
carried it off with an unembarrassed countenance. He was to
go this morning; I don't know whether he did or not. The Duke
is expected to-night by all the tallow candles and fagots in
town.

Lady Carolina Fitzroy's match is settled to the content of all
parties; they are taking Lady Abergavenny's house in Brook
Street; the Fairy Cucumber houses all Lady Caroline's
out-pensioners; Mr. Montgomery(1216) is now on half pay with
her. Her Major Johnstone is chosen at White's, to the great
terror of the society.- When he was introduced, Sir Charles
Williams presented Dick Edgecumbe(1217) to him, and said, , I
have three favours to beg of you for Mr. Edgecumbe: the first
is that you would not lie with Mrs. Day; the second, that you
would not poison his cards; the third, that you would not kill
him;" the fool answered gravely, "Indeed I will not."

The Good has borrowed old Bowman's house in Kent, and is
retiring thither for six weeks: I tell her she has lived so
rakish a life, that she is obliged to go and take up. I hope
you don't know any more of it, and that Major Montagu is not
to cross the country to her. There--I think you can't commend
me for this letter; it shall not even have the merit of being
one. My compliments to all your contented family.
Yours ever.

P.S. I had forgot to tell you, that Lord Lonsdale had summoned
the peers to-day to address the King not to send the troops
abroad in the present conjuncture. I hear he made a fine
speech, and the Duke of Newcastle a very long one in answer,
and then they rose without a division.(1218) Lord Baltimore
is to bring the same motion into our House.(1219)

(1216) The Honourable Archibald Montgomerie. He succeeded his
brother as eleventh Earl of Eglinton, in 1769, and died in
1796.-E.

(1217) Richard Edgecumbe, second Lord Edgecumbe.

(1218) 'There was a debate," writes Mr. Pelham to Horatio
Walpole on the 12th, "in the House of Lords this day, upon a
motion of Lord Lonsdale, who would have addressed the King, to
defer the sending abroad any troops till it was more clear
that we are in no danger @ home; which he would by no means
allow to be the case at present. The Duke of Newcastle spoke
well for one that was determined to carry on the war.
Granville was present, but said nothing. flattered the Duke of
Newcastle when the debate was over, and gave a, strong
negative to the motion."-E.

(1219) Lord Baltimore made his motion in the House of Commons,
on the 18th; when it was negatived by the great majority of
103 against 12.-E.



484 Letter 206
To George Montagu, Esq.
Arlington Street, June 17, 1746.

Dear George,
I wrote to you on Friday night as soon as I could after
receiving your letter, with a list of the regiments to go
abroad; one of which I hear since, is your brothers. I am
extremely sorry it is his fortune, as I know the distress it
will occasion in your family.

For the politics which you inquire after, and which may have
given motion to this step, I can give you no satisfactory . I
have heard that it is in consequence of an impertinent letter
sent over by Van Hoey in favour of the rebels, though at the
same time I hear we are making steps towards a peace. There
centre all my politics, all in peace. Whatever your
cousin(1220) may think, I am neither busy about what does
happen, nor making parties for what may. If he knew how happy
I am, his intriguing nature would envy my tranquillity more
than his suspicions can make him jealous of my practices. My
books, my virt`u, and my other follies and amusements take up
too much of my time to leave me much leisure to think of other
people's affairs; and of all affairs. those of the public are
least my concern. You will be sorry to hear of Augustus
Townshend's(1221) death. I lament it extremely, not much for
his sake, for I did not honour him, but for his poor sister
Molly's, whose little heart, that is all tenderness, and
gratitude, and friendship, will be broke with the shock. I
really dread it, considering how delicate her health is. My
Lady Townshend has a son with him. I went to tell it her.
Instead of thinking of her child's distress, she kept me half
an hour with a thousand histories of Lady Caroline Fitzroy and
Major Johnstone, and the new Paymaster's(1222) m`enage, and
twenty other things, nothing to me, nor to her, if only she
could drop the idea Of the pay of office.

The serene hessian is gone. Little Brooke is to be an earl.
I went to bespeak him a Lilliputian coronet at
Chenevix's.(1223) Adieu! dear George.

(1220) George
Dunk, Earl of Halifax.

(1221) Son of Viscount Townshend and Dorothy, sister of Sir
Robert Walpole. he was a captain in the service of the East
India Company, and died at Batavia, having at that time the
command of the Augusta.-E.

(1222) Mr. Pitt.

(1223) A celebrated toy-shop.




485 Letter 207
To Sir Horace Mann.
Arlington Street, June 20, 1746.

We are impatient for letters from Italy, to confirm the news
of a victory over the French and Spaniards-(1224) The time is
critical, and every triumph or defeat material, as they may
raise or fall the terms of peace. The wonderful letters of
Van Hoey and M. d'Argenson in favour of the rebels, but which,
if the ministry have any spirit, must turn to their harm, you
will see in all the papers. They have rather put off the
negotiations, and caused the sending five thousand men this
week to Flanders. The Duke is not yet returned from Scotland,
nor is anything certainly known of the Pretender. I don't
find any period fixed for the trial of the Lords; yet the
Parliament sits on, doing nothing, few days having enough to
make a House. Old Marquis Tullibardine, with another set of
rebels are come, amongst whom is Lord Macleod, son of Lord
Cromarty,(1225) already in the Tower. Lady Cromarty went down
incog. to Woolwich to see her son pass by, without the power
of speaking to him: I never heard a more melancholy instance
of affection! Lord Elcho(1226) has written from Paris to Lord
Lincoln to solicit his pardon; but as he has distinguished
himself beyond all the rebel commanders by brutality and
insults and cruelty to our prisoners, I think he is likely to
remain where he is.

Jack Spenser,(1227) old Marlborough's grandson and heir, is
just dead, at the age of six or seven and thirty, and in
possession Of near 30,000 pounds a-year, merely because he
would not be abridged of those invaluable blessings of an
English subject, brandy, small-beer, and tobacco.

Your last letter was of May 31st. Since you have effectually
lost the good Chutes, I may be permitted to lay out all my
impatience for seeing them. There are no endeavours I shall
not use to show how much I love them for all their friendship
to you. You are very kind in telling me how much I am
honoured by their Highnesses Of Modena; but how can I return
it? would it be civil to send them a compliment through a
letter of yours? Do what you think properest for me.

I have nothing to say to Marquis Riccardi about his trumpery
gems, but what I have already said; that nobody here will buy
them together; that if he will think better, and let them be
sold by auction, he may do it most advantageously, for, with
all our distress, we have not at all lost the rage of expense;
but that for sending them to Lisbon, I will by no means do it,
as his impertinent sending them to me without my leave, shall
in no manner draw me into the risk of paying for them. That,
in short, if he will send any body to me with full authority
to receive them, and to give me the most ample discharge for
them, I will deliver them, and shall be happy so to get rid of
them. There they lie in a corner of my closet, and will
probably come to light at last with excellent antique mould
about them! Adieu.

(1224) The battle of Placentia, which took place on the 15th
of May.-E.

(1225) George Mackenzie, third Earl of Cromartie, and his
eldest son John, Lord Macleod. They had been deeply engaged
in the rebellion, were taken prisoners at Dunrobin Castle in
Sutherland, and from thence conveyed to the Tower. They were,
upon trial, found guilty of high treason; but their lives were
granted to them. Lord Macleod afterwards entered the Swedish
service. Lady Cromartie was Isabel, daughter of Sir William
Gordon, of Invergordon, Bart.-D.

(1226) Eldest son of the Earl of Wemyss.

(1227) Brother of Charles Spenser, Earl of Sunderland and Duke
of Marlborough.



486 Letter 208
To George Montagu, Esq.
Arlington Street, June 24, 1746.

Dear George,
You have got a very bad person to tell you news; for I hear
nothing before all the world has' talked it over, and done
with it. Till twelve o'clock last night I knew nothing of all
the kissing hands that had graced yesterday morning;
Arundel(1228) for treasurer of the chambers; Legge, and your
friend Walsh Campbell, for the treasury; Lord Duncannon for
the admiralty; and your cousin Halifax (who is succeeded by
his predecessor in the buck hounds) for chief justice in eyre,
in the room of Lord Jersey. They talk of new earls, Lord
Chancellor, Lord Gower, Lord Brooke, and Lord Clinton; but I
don't know that this will be, because it is not past.

Tidings are every minute expected of a great sea-fight; Martin
has got between the coast and the French fleet, which has
sailed from Brest. The victory in Italy is extremely big; but
as none of my friends are aide-de-camps there, I know nothing
of the particulars, except that the French and-Spaniards have
lost ten thousand men.

All the inns about town are crowded with rebel Prisoners, and
people are making parties of pleasure, which you know is the
English genius, to hear their trials. The Scotch, which you
know is the Scotch genius, are loud in censuring the Duke for
his severities in the highlands.

The great business of the town is Jack Spenser's will, who has
left Althorp and the Sunderland estate in reversion to Pitt;
after more obligations and more pretended friendship for his
brother, the Duke, than is conceivable. The Duke is in the
utmost uneasiness about it, having left the drawing of the
writings for the estate to his brother and his grandmother,
and without having any idea that himself was cut out of the
entail.

I have heard nothing of Augustus Townshend's will: my lady,
who you know hated him, came from the Opera t'other night, and
on pulling off her gloves, and finding her hands all black,
said immediately, "My hands are guilty, but my heart is free."
Another good thing she said, to the Duchess of Bedford,(1229)
who told her the Duke was windbound at Yarmouth, "Lord! he
will hate Norfolk as much as I do."

I wish, my dear George, you could meet with any man that could
copy the beauties in the castle: I did not care if it were
even in Indian ink. Will you inquire? Eckardt has done your
picture excellently well. What shall I do with the original?
Leave it with him till you come?

Lord Bath and Lord Sandys have had their pockets picked at
Cuper's Gardens. I fancy it was no bad scene, the avarice and
jealousy of their peeresses on their return. A terrible
disgrace happened to Earl Cholmondeley t'other night at
Ranelagh. You know all the history of his letters to borrow
money to pay for damask for his fine room at Richmond. As he
was going in, in the crowd, a woman offered him roses--"Right
damask, my lord!" he concluded she had been put upon it. I
was told, a-propos, a bon-mot on the scene in the Opera, where
there is a view of his new room, and the farmer comes dancing
out and shaking his purse. Somebody said there was a
tradesman had unexpectedly got his money.

I think I deal in bon-mots to-day. I'll tell you now another,
but don't print my letter in a new edition of Joe Miller's
jests. The Duke has given Brigadier Mordaunt the Pretender's
coach, on condition he rode up to London in it. "That I will,
Sir," said he, "and drive till it stops of its own accord at
the Cocoa Tree."

(1228) The Honourable Richard Arundel, second son to John,
Lord Arundel, of Trerice. He married, 1732, Lady Frances
Manners, daughter of John, second Duke of Rutland.-E.

(1229) Daughter of John, Earl Gower.



487 Letter 209
To George Montagu,
Arlington Street, July 3, 1746.

My dear George,
I wish extremely to accept your invitation, but I can't bring
myself to it. If I have the pleasure of meeting Lord
North(1230) oftener-at your house next winter, I do not know
but another summer I may have courage enough to make him a
visit; but I have no notion of going to any body's house, and
have the servants look on the arms of the chaise to find out
one's name, and learn one's face from the Saracen's head. You
did not tell me how long you stayed at Wroxton, and so I
direct this thither. I have wrote one to Windsor since you
left it.

The Dew earls have kissed hands, and kept their own titles.
The world reckon Earl Clinton obliged for his new honour to
Lord GranVille, though they made the Duke of Newcastle go in
to ask for it.

Yesterday Mr. Hussey's friends declared his marriage with her
grace of Manchester,(1231) and said he was gone down to
Englefield Green to take possession.

I can tell you another wedding more certain, and fifty times
more extraordinary; it is Lord Cooke with Lady Mary Campbell,
the Dowager of Argyle's youngest daughter. It is all agreed,
and was negotiated by the Countess of Gower and Leicester. I
don't know why they skipped over Lady Betty, who, if there
were any question of beauty, is, I think, as well as her
sister. They drew the girl in to give her consent, when they
first proposed it to her; but now la Belle n'aime pas trop le
Sieur L`eandre. She cries her eyes to scarlet. He has made
her four visits, and is so in love, that he writes to her
every other day. 'Tis a strange match. After offering him to
all the great lumps of gold in all the alleys of the city,
they fish out a woman of quality at last with a mere twelve
thousand pound. She objects his loving none of her sex but
the four queens in a pack of cards, but he promises to abandon
White's and both clubs for her sake.

A-propos to White's and cards, Dick Edgecumbe is shut up with
the itch. The ungenerous world ascribes it to Mrs. Day; but
he denies it; owning, however, that he is very well contented
to have it, as nobody will venture on her. Don't you like
being pleased to have the itch, as a new way to 'keep one's
mistress to one's self!

You will be in town to be sure for the eight-and-twentieth.
London will be as full as at a coronation. The whole form is
settled for the trials, and they are actually building
scaffolds in Westminster-hall.

I have not seen poor Miss Townshend yet; she is in town, and
better, but most unhappy.

(1230) Francis, Lord North and Grey; in 1752 created Earl of
Guilford. His lordship died in 1790, at the age of
eighty-six.-E.

(1231) Isabella, eldest daughter of John, Duke of Montagu,
married in 1723 to William, second Duke of Manchester, who
died in 1739. She married afterwards to Edward Hussey, Esq.
who was created Baron Beaulieu in 1762, and Earl Beaulieu in
1784.



488 Letter 210
To Sir Horace Mann.
Arlington Street, July 7, 1746.

I have been looking at the dates of my letters, and find that
I have not written you since the 20th of last month. As long
as it seems, I am not in fault; I now write merely lest you
should think me forgetful of you, and not because I have any
thing to say. Nothing great has happened; and for little
politics, I live a good deal out of the way of' them. I have
no manner of connexion with any ministry, or opposition to
ministry; and their merits and their faults are equally a
secret to me. The Parliament sitting, so long has worn itself
to a skeleton; and almost every body takes the opportunity of
shortening, their stay in the country, which I believe in
their hearts most are glad to do, by going down, and returning
for the trials, which are to be on the 28th of this month. I
am of the number; so don't expect to hear from me again till
that aera.

The Duke is still in Scotland, doing his family the only
service that has been done for them there since their
accession. He daily picks Up notable prisoners, and has
lately taken Lord Lovat, and Murray the secretary. There are
flying reports of the Boy being killed, but I think not
certain enough for the father(1232) to faint away again-I
blame myself for speaking lightly of the old man's distress;
but a swoon is so natural to his character, that one smiles at
it at first, without considering when it proceeds from
cowardice, and when from misery. I heard yesterday that we
are to expect a battle in Flanders soon: I expect it with all
the tranquillity that the love of one's country admits, when
one's heart is entirely out of the question, as, thank God!
mine is: not one of my friends will be in it. I -wish it may
be as magnificent a victory for us, as your giornata di San
Lazaro!

I am in great pain for my eagle, now the Brest fleet is
thought to be upon the coast of Spain: bi-it what do you mean
by him and his pedestal filling three cases? is he like the
Irishman's bird, in two places at once?

Adieu! my dear child; don't believe my love for you in the
least abridged, whenever my letters are scarce or short. I
never loved you better, and never had less to say, both which
I beg you will believe by my concluding, yours, etc.

P. S. Since I finished my letter, we hear that the French and
Spaniards have escaped from Placentia, not without some
connivance of your hero-king.(1233) Mons is taken.

(1232) James Stuart, called " The Old Pretender."-D.

(1233) The King of Sardinia.-D.




489 Letter 211
To sir Horace Mann.
Arlington Street, Aug. 1, 1746.

I am this moment come from the conclusion of the greatest and
most melancholy scene I ever yet saw! you will easily guess it
was the trials of the rebel Lords. As it was the most
interesting sight, it was the most solemn and fine:
a coronation is a puppet-show, and all the splendour of it
idle; but this sight at once feasted one's eyes and engaged
all one's passions. It began last Monday; three parts of
Westminster-hall were inclosed with galleries, and hung with
scarlet; and the whole ceremony was conducted with the most
awful solemnity and decency, except in the one point of
leaving the prisoners at the bar, amidst the idle curiosity of
some crowd, and even with the witnesses who had sworn against
them, while the Lords adjourned to their own House to consult.
No part of the royal family was there, which was a proper
regard to the unhappy men, who were become their victims. One
hundred and thirty-nine lords were present, and made a noble
sight on their benches, frequent and full. The
Chancellor(1234) was Lord High Steward; but though a most
comely personage with a fine voice, his behaviour was mean,
curiously searching for occasion to bow to the minister(1235)
that is no peer, and consequently applying to the other
ministers, in a manner for their orders; and not even ready at
the ceremonial. To the prisoners he was peevish; and instead
of keeping up to the humane dignity of the law of England,
whose character it is to point out favour to the criminal, he
crossed them, and almost scolded at any offer they made
towards defence. I had armed myself with all the resolution I
could, whit the thought of their crimes and of the danger
past, and was assisted by the sight of the Marquis
of Lothian(1236) in weepers for his son who fell at Culloden--
but the first appearance of the prisoners shocked me! their
behaviour melted me! Lord Kilmarnock and Lord Cromartie are
both past forty, but look younger. Lord Kilmarnock is tall
and slender, with an extreme fine person: his behaviour a most
just mixture between dignity and submission; if in any thing
to be reprehended, a little affected, and his hair too exactly
dressed for a man in his situation; but when I say this, it is
not to find fault with him but to show how little fault there
was to be found. Lord Cromartie is an indifferent figure,
appeared much dejected, and rather sullen: he dropped a few
tears the first day, and swooned as soon as he got back to his
cell. For Lord Balmerino, he is the most natural brave old
fellow I ever saw: the highest intrepidity, even to
indifference,. At the bar he behaved like a soldier and a
man; in the intervals of form, with carelessness and humour.
He pressed extremely to have his wife, his pretty Peggy,(1237)
with him in the tower. Lady Cromartie only sees her husband
through the grate, not choosing to be shut up with him, as she
thinks she can serve him better by her intercession without:
she is big with child and very handsome; so are their
daughters. When they were to be brought from the Tower in
separate coaches, there was some dispute in which the axe must
go--old Balmerino cried, "Come, come, put it with me." At the
bar, he plays with his fingers upon the axe, while he talks to
the gentleman-gaoler; and one day somebody coming up to
listen, he took up the blade and held it like a fan between
their faces. During the trial, a little boy was near him, but
not tall enough to see; he made room for the child and placed
him near himself.

When the trial began, the two earls pleaded guilty; Balmerino
not guilty, saying he could prove he was not at the taking of
the castle of Carlisle, as was laid in the Indictment. Then
the King's counsel opened, and Serjeant Skinner pronounced the
most absurd speech imaginable; and mentioned the Duke of
Perth, "who," said he, "I see by the papers is dead."(1238)
Then some witnesses were examined, whom afterwards the old
hero shook cordially by the hand. The Lords withdrew to their
House, and returning demanded, of the judges, whether one
point not being proved, though all the rest were, the
indictment was false? to which they unanimously answered in
the negative. Then the Lord High Steward asked the Peers
severally, whether Lord Balmerino @was guilty! All said,
"guilty upon honour," and then adjourned, the prisoner having
begged pardon for giving them so much trouble. While the
lords were withdrawn, the Solicitor-General Murray (brother of
the Pretender's minister)1239) officiously and insolently went
up to Lord Balmerino, and asked him, how he could give the
Lords so much trouble, when his solicitor had informed him
that his plea could be of no use to him? Balmerino asked the
bystanders who this person was! and being told, he said. "Oh,
Mr. Murray! I am extremely glad to see you; I have been with
several of your relations; the good lady, your mother, was of
great use to us at Perth." Are not you charmed with this
speech? how just it was! As he went away, he said, "They
call me Jacobite; I am no more a Jacobite than any that tried
me: but if the Great Mogul had set up his standard, I should
have followed it, for I could not starve." The worst of his
case is, that after the battle of Dumblain, having a company
in the Duke of Argyll's regiment, he deserted with it to the
rebels, and has since been pardoned. Lord Kilmarnock is a
Presbyterian, with four earldoms(1240) in him, but so poor
since Lord Wilmington's stopping a pension that my father had
given him, that he often wanted a dinner. Lord Cromartie was
receiver of the rents of the King's second son in Scotland,
which, it was understood, he should not account for; and by
that means had six hundred a-year from the Government: Lord
Elibank,(1241) a very prating, impertinent Jacobite, was bound
for him in nine thousand pounds, for which the Duke is
determined to sue him.