The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford — Volume 3 eBook

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The other battle in my military journal happened between the Duchess of Argyle and Lord Vere.  The Duchess, who always talks of puss and pug, and who, having lost her memory, forgets how often she tells the same story, had tired the company at Dorset-house with the repetition of the same story; when the Duke’s spaniel reached up into her lap, and placed his nose most critically:  “See,” said she, “see, how fond all creatures are of me.”  Lord Vere, who was at cards, and could not attend to them for her gossiping, said peevishly, without turning round or seeing where the dog was, “I suppose he smells puss.”  “What!” said the Duchess of Argyle, in a passion, “Do you think my puss stinks?” I believe you have not two better stories in Northamptonshire.

Don’t imagine that my gallery will be prance-about-in-able, as you expect, by the beginning of June; I do not propose to finish it till next year, but you will see some glimpse of it, and for the rest of Strawberry, it never was more beautiful, You must now begin to fix your motions:  I go to Lord Dacre’s at the end of this month, and to Lord Ilchester’s the end of the next; between those periods I expect you.

Saturday morning, Arlington Street.  I came to town yesterday for a party at Bedford-house, made for Princess Amelia; the garden was open, with French horns and clarionets, and would have been charming with one single zephyr, that had not come from the northeast; however, the young ladies found it delightful.  There was limited loo for the Princess, unlimited for the Duchess of Grafton, to whom I belonged, a table of quinze, and another of quadrille.  The Princess ha(f heard of our having cold meat upon the loo-table, and would have some.  A table was brought in, she was served so, others rose by turns and went to the cold meat; in the outward room were four little tables for the rest of the company.  Think, if King George the Second could have risen and seen his daughter supping pell-mell with men, as if it were in a booth!  The tables were removed, the young people began to dance to a tabor and pipe; the Princess sat down again, but to unlimited loo; we played till three, and I won enough to help on the gallery.  I am going back to it, to give my nieces and their lords a dinner.

We were told there was a great victory come from Pondicherry, but it came from too far to divert us from liking our party better.  Poor George Monson has lost his leg there.  You know that Sir W. Williams has made Fred. Montagu heir to his debts.  Adieu!

(156) “Sure Mr. Jonathan, or some one, has told you how your good friend Mr. L. has been horsewhippcd, trampled, bruised, and p—­d upon, by a Mrs. Mackenzie, a sturdy Scotchwoman. it was done in an inn-yard at Hampstead, in the face of day, and he has put her in the crown-office. it is very true.”  Gray to Wharton.

Letter 77 To The Countess Of Ailesbury.  Strawberry Hill, June 13, 1761. (page 126)

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