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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 890 pages of information about The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford Volume 3.

Letter 84 To The Earl Of Strafford.  Strawberry Hill, July 22, 1761. (page 136)

My dear lord, I love to be able to contribute to your satisfaction, and I think few things would make you happier than to hear that we have totally defeated the French combined armies, and that Mr. Conway is safe.  The account came this morning:  I had a short note from my poor Lady Ailesbury, who was waked with the good news before she had heard there had been a battle.  I don’t pretend to send you circumstances, no more than I do of the wedding and coronation, because you have relations and friends in town nearer and better informed. indeed, only the blossom of victory is come yet.  Fitzroy is expected, and another fuller courier after him.  Lord Granby, to the mob’s heart’s content, has the chief honour of the day—­rather, of the two days.  The French behaved to the mob’s content too, that is, shamefully:  and all this glory cheaply bought on our side.  Lieutenant-colonel Keith killed, and Colonel Marlay and Harry Townshend wounded.  If it produces a peace, I shall be happy for mankind—­if not, shall content myself with the single but pure joy of Mr. Conway’s being safe.

Well! my lord, when do you come?  You don’t like the question, but kings will be married and must be crowned-and if people will be earls, they must now and then give up castles and new fronts for processions and ermine.  By the way, the number of peeresses that propose to excuse themselves makes great noise; especially as so many are breeding, or trying to breed, by commoners, that they cannot walk.  I hear that my Lord Delawar, concluding all women would not dislike the ceremony, is negotiating his peerage in the city, and trying if any great fortune will give fifty thousand pounds for one day, as they often do for one night.  I saw Miss this evening at my Lady Suffolk’s, and fancy she does not think my Lord quite so ugly as she did two months ago.  Adieu, my lord!  This is a splendid year!

Letter 85 To George Montagu, Esq.  Strawberry Hill, July 22, 1761. (page 136)

For my part, I believe Mademoiselle Scuderi drew the plan of this year.  It is all royal marriages, coronations, and victories; they come tumbling so over one another from distant parts of the globe, that it looks just like the handywork of a lady romance writer, whom it costs nothing but a little false geography to make the Great Mogul in love with a Princess of Mecklenburg, and defeat two marshals of France as he rides post on an elephant to his nuptials.  I don’t know where I am.  I had scarce found Mecklenburg Strelitz(176) with a magnifying-glass before I am whisked to Pondicherri(177)—­well, I take it, and raze it.  I begin to grow acquainted with Colonel Coote, and to figure him packing up chests and diamonds, and sending them to his wife against the King’s wedding—­thunder go the

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