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Lord Errol; as one saw him in a space capable of containing him, one admired him.  At the wedding, dressed in tissue, he looked like one of the giants in Guildhall, new gilt.  It added to the energy of his person, that one considered him acting so considerable a part in that very hall, where so few years ago one saw his father, Lord Kilmarnock, condemned to the block.  The champion acted his part admirably, and dashed down his gauntlet with proud defiance.  His associates, Lord Effingham, Lord Talbot, and the Duke of Bedford, were woful:  Lord Talbot piqued himself on his horse backing down the hall, and not turning its rump towards the King; but he had taken such pains to dress it to that duty, that it entered backwards, and at his retreat the spectators clapped, a terrible indecorum, but suitable to such Bartholomew-fair doings.  He had twenty demel`es and came out of none creditably.  He had taken away the table of the knights of the Bath, and was forced to admit two in their old place, and dine the others in the court of requests.  Sir William Stanhope said, “We are ill-treated, for some of us are gentlemen.” beckford told the Earl, it was hard to refuse a table to the city of london Whom it would cost ten thousand pounds to banquet the King, and his lordship would repent it if they had not a table in the Hall; they had.  To the barons of the Cinque-ports, who made the same complaint, he said, “If you come to me as lord-steward, I tell you it is impossible; if, as Lord Talbot, I am a match for any of you:”  and then he said to Lord Bute, “If I were a minister, thus I would talk to France, to Spain, to the Dutch—­none of your half measures.”  This has brought me to a melancholy topic.  Bussy goes tomorrow, a Spanish war is hanging in the air, destruction is taking a new lease of mankind—­of the remnant of mankind.  I have no prospect of seeing Mr. Conway.  Adieu!  I will not disturb you with my forebodings.  You I shall see again in spite of war, and I trust in spite of Ireland.  I was much disappointed at not seeing your brother John:  I kept a place for him to the last minute, but have heard nothing of him.  Adieu!

Letter 93 To The Hon. H. S. Conway.  Arlington Street, Sept. 25, 1761. (page 147)

This is the most unhappy day I have known of years:  Bussy goes away!  Mankind is again given up, to the sword!  Peace and you are far from England!

Strawberry Hill.

I was interrupted this morning, just as I had begun my letter, by Lord Waldegrave; and then the Duke of Devonshire sent for me to Burlington-house to meet the Duchess of Bedford, and see the old pictures from Hardwicke.  If my letter reaches you three days later, at least you are saved from a lamentation.  Bussy has put off his journey to Monday (to be sure, you know this is Friday):  he says this is a strange country, he can get no Waggoner to carry his goods on a Sunday.  I am Clad a Spanish war waits for

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