to save the charge of keeping, they sent to grass in Newpark. After three years that they had not used them, my Lord Walpole let his own son ride them, while he was at the park, in the holidays. Do you know, that the woman Horace sent to Sir Robert, and made him give her five guineas for the two horses, because George had ridden them? I give you my word this is fact.

There has been a great fracas at Kensington: one of the Mesdames pulled the chair from under Countess Deloraine at cards, who, being provoked that her monarch was diverted with her disgrace, with the malice of a hobby-horse, gave him just such another fall. But alas! the Monarch, like Louis XIV. is mortal in the part that touched the ground, and was so hurt and so angry, that the countess is disgraced, and her German rival remains in the sole and quiet possession of her royal master's favour.

October 9th.

Well! I have waited till this morning, but have no letter from you; what can be the meaning of it? Sure, if you was ill, Mr. Chute would write to me! Your brother protests he never lets your letters lie at the office.

Sa Majesté Patapaniqued has had a dreadful misfortune !-not lost his first minister, nor his purse--nor had part of his camp equipage burned in the river, nor waited for his secretary of state, who is perhaps blown to Flanders--nay, nor had his chair pulled from under him--worse! worse! quarrelling with a great pointer last night about their countesses, he received a terrible shake by the back and a bruise on the left eye--poor dear Pat! you never saw such universal consternation! it was at supper. Sir Robert, who makes as much rout with him as I do, says, he never saw ten people show so much real concern! Adieu! Yours, ever and ever-but write to me.

TO SIR HORACE MANN.

Houghton, Oct. 16, 1742.

I HAVE received two letters from you since last post; I suppose the wind stopped the packet-boat.

Well! was not I in the right to persist in buying the Dominichin? don't you laugh at those wise connoisseurs, who pronounced it a copy? If it is one, where is the original? or who was that so great master that could equal Dominichin? Your brother has received the money for it, and Lord Orford is in great impatience for it; yet he

a The Princesses, daughters of George II.-D.

b Elizabeth Fenwick, widow of Henry Scott, third Earl of Deloraine. She was a favourite of George II. and lived much in his intimate society. From the ironical epithets applied to her in Lord Hervey's ballad in the subsequent letter, it would appear, that her general conduct was not considered to be very exemplary. She died in 1794.-D. C Lady Yarmouth. d Patapan. Mr. W.'s dog.

begs, if you can find any opportunity, that it may be sent in a manof-war. I must desire that the statue may be sent to Leghorn, to be shipped with it, and that you will get Campagni and Libri to transact the payment as they did for the picture, and I will pay your brother. Villettes' important despatches to you are as ridiculous as good Mr. Matthews's devotion. I fancy Mr. Matthews's own god' would make as foolish a figure about a monkey's neck, as a Roman Catholic one. You know, Sir Francis Dashwood used to say that Lord Shrewsbury's providence was an old angry man in a blue cloak: another person that I knew, believed providence was like a mouse, because he is invisible. I dare to say Matthews believes, that providence lives upon beef and pudding, loves prize-fighting and bull-baiting, and drinks fog to the health of Old England.

I go to London in a week, and then will send you des cart-loads of news: I know none now, but that we hear to-day of the arrival of Duc d'Aremberg-I suppose to return my Lord Carteret's visit. The latter was near being lost; he told the King, that being in a storm, he had thought it safest to put into Yarmouth roads, at which we laughed, hoh hoh hoh!

For want of news, I live upon ballads to you; here is one that has made a vast noise, and by Lord Hervey's taking great pains to disperse it, has been thought his own-if it is, he has taken true care to disguise the niceness of his style.

I.

O England, attend, while thy fate I deplore,
Rehearsing the schemes and the conduct of power;
And since only of those who have power I sing,
I am sure none can think that I hint at the King.

II.

From the time his son made him old Robin depose,
All the power of a King he was well-known to lose;
But of all but the name and the badges bereft,
Like old women, his paraphernalia are left.

III.

To tell how he shook in St. James's for fear,

When first these new Ministers bullied him there,

Makes my blood boil with rage, to think what a thing

They have made of a man we obey as a King.

IV.

Whom they pleas'd they put in, whom they pleas'd they put out,

And just like a top they all lash'd him about,

Whilst he like a top with a murmuring noise,

Seem'd to grumble, but turn'd to these rude lashing boys.

Admiral Matthews's crew having disturbed some Roman Catholic ceremonies in a little island on the coast of Italy, hung a crucifix about a monkey's neck.

b It was certainly written by Lord Hervey.

V.

At last Carteret arriving, spoke thus to his grief,

"If you'll make me your Doctor, I'll bring you relief; You see to your closet familiar I come,

And seem like my wife in the circle-at home."

VI.

Quoth the King, "My good Lord, perhaps you've been told,
That I used to abuse you a little of old;

But now bring whom you will, and eke turn away,
But let me and my money, and Walmoden stay."

VII.

"For you and Walmoden, I freely consent,

But as for your money, I must have it spent ;

I have promised your son (nay, no frowns,) shall have some,
Nor think 'tis for nothing we patriots are come.

VIII.

"But, however, little King, since I find you so good,
Thus stooping below your high courage and blood,
Put yourself in my hands, and I'll do what I can,
To make you look yet like a King and a man.

IX.

"At your Admiralty and your Treasury-board,
To save one single man you shan't say a word,
For, by God! all your rubbish from both you shall shoot,
Walpole's ciphers and Gasherry's vassals to boot.

X.

“And to guard Prince's ears, as all Statesmen take care,
So, long as yours are-not one man shall come near;
For of all your Court-crew we'll leave only those
Who we know never dare to say boh! to a goose.

XI.

"So your friend booby Grafton I'll e'en let you keep,
Awake he can't hurt, and is still half-asleep;
Nor ever was dangerous, but to womankind,
And his body's as impotent now as his mind.

XII.

"There's another Court-booby, at once hot and dull,
Your pious pimp, Schutz, a mean, Hanover tool;
For your card-play at night he too shall remain,
With virtuous and sober, and wise Deloraine.c

XIII.

"And for all your Court-nobles who can't write or read,
As of such titled ciphers all courts stand in need,
Who, like parliament-Swiss, vote and fight for their pay,
They're as good as a new set to cry yea and nay.

a

Lady Yarmouth.

Sir Charles Wager's nephew, and Secretary to the Admiralty.

• Countess Dowager of Deloraine, governess to the young Princesses.

"For granting his heart is as black as his hat,

With no more truth in this, than there's sense beneath that;
Yet as he's a coward, he'll shake when I frown:

You call'd him a rascal, I'll use him like one,

XVI.

"And since his estate at elections he'll spend, And beggar himself, without making a friend; So whilst the extravagant fool has a sous,

As his brains I can't fear, so his fortune I'll use.

XVII.

"And as miser Hardwicke, with all courts will draw,
He too may remain, but shall stick to his law;
For of foreign affairs, when he talks like a fool,
I'll laugh in his face, and will cry 'Go to school!'

XVIII.

"The Countess of Wilmington, excellent nurse,
I'll trust with the Treasury, not with its purse,
For nothing by her I've resolved shall be done,
She shall sit at that board, as you sit on the throne.

ΧΙΧ.

"Perhaps now, you expect that I should begin

To tell you the men I design to bring in;

But we're not yet determined on all their demands;

-And you'll know soon enough, when they come to kiss hands.

xx.

"All that weathercock Pultney shall ask, we must grant,

For to make him a great noble nothing, I want;

And to cheat such a man, demands all my arts,

For though he's a fool, he's a fool with great parts.

ΧΧΙ.

"And as popular Clodius, the Pultney of Rome,
From a noble, for power did plebeian become,
So this Clodius to be a Patrician shall choose,
Till what one got by changing, the other shall lose.

XXII.

"Thus flatter'd and courted, and gaz'd at by all,
Like Phaeton, rais'd for a day, he shall fall,
Put the world in a flame, and show he did strive
To get reins in his hand, though 'tis plain he can't drive.

XXIII.

"For your foreign affairs, howe'er they turn out,

At least I'll take care you shall make a great rout:

Then cock your great hat, strut, bounce, and look bluff,

For though kick'd and cuff'd here, you shall there kick and cuff.

XXIV.

"That Walpole did nothing they all used to say,
So I'll do enough, but I'll make the dogs pay;
Great fleets I'll provide, and great armies engage,
Whate'er debts we make, or whate'er wars we wage."

XXV.

With cordials like these the Monarch's new guest
Reviv'd his sunk spirits and gladden'd his breast;
Till in raptures he cried, "My dear Lord, you shall do
Whatever you will, give me troops to review.

XXVI.

"But oh! my dear England, since this is thy state,
Who is there that loves thee but weeps at thy fate?
Since in changing thy masters, thou art just like old Rome,
Whilst Faction, Oppression, and Slavery's thy doom!

XXVII.

"For though you have made that rogue Walpole retire,
You're out of the frying-pan into the fire!

But since to the Protestant line I'm a friend,

I tremble to think where these changes may end!"

This has not been printed. You see the burthen of all the songs is the rogue Walpole, which he has observed himself, but I believe is content, as long as they pay off his arrears to those that began the Adieu !

tune.

TO SIR HORACE MANN.

Houghton, Oct. 23, 1742.

Ar last I see an end of my pilgrimage; the day after to-morrow I do go to London. I am affirming it to you as earnestly as if you had been doubting of it like myself: but both my brothers are here, and Sir Robert will let me go. He must follow himself soon: the Parliament meets the 16th of November, that the King may go abroad the first of March: but if all threats prove true prophecies, he will scarce enter upon heroism so soon, for we are promised a winter just like the last: new Secret Committees to be tried for, and impeachments actually put into execution. It is horrid to have a prospect of a session like the last.

In the meantime, my Lord of Bath and Lord Hervey, who seem deserted by every body else, are grown the greatest friends in the world at Bath; and to make a complete triumvirate, my Lord Gower is always of their party: how they must love one another, the late, the present, and the would-be Privy Seal!

Lord Hyndford has had great honours in Prussia: that King bespoke for him a service of plate to the value of three thousand pounds. He asked leave for his Majesty's arms to be put upon it: the King re