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to a woman and a Princess, and particularly for me, who have made it a rule, when I must converse with royalties, to treat them with the greatest respect, since it is all the court they will ever have from me.  I said to those on each side of me, “What can I do?  I cannot explain myself now.”  Well, I held my peace, and so did she for a quarter of an hour.  Then she began with me again, examined me on the whole debate, and at last asked me directly, which I thought the best speaker, my father or Mr. Pitt.  If possible, this was more distressing than her anger.  I replied, it was impossible to compare two men so different:  that I believed my father was more a man of business than Mr. Pitt.  “Well, but Mr. Pitt’s language?” “Madam,” said I, “I have always been remarkable for admiring Mr. Pitt’s language.”  At last, this unpleasant scene ended; but as we were going away, I went close to her, and said, “Madam, I must beg leave to explain myself; your royal highness has seemed to be very angry with me, and I am sure I did not mean to offend you:  all I intended to say was, that I supposed Tories were Whigs when they got places!” “Oh!” said she, “I am very much obliged to you; indeed, I was very angry.”  Why she was angry, or what she thought I meaned, I do not know to this moment, unless she supposed that I would have hinted that the Duke of Newcastle and the opposition were not men of consummate virtue, and had lost their places out of principle.  The very reverse was at that time in my head; for I meaned that the Tories would be just as loyal as the Whigs, when they got any thing by it.

You will laugh at my distresses, and in truth they are little serious yet they almost put me out of humour.  If your cousin realizes his fair words to you, I shall be very good-humoured again.  I am not so morose as to dislike my friends for being in place; indeed, if they are in great place, my friendship goes to sleep like a paroli at pharaoh, and does not wake again till their deal is over.  Good night!

Letter 146 To The Rev. Mr. Cole.  Arlington Street, Dec. 23, 1762. (page 203)

Dear sir, You are always abundantly kind to me, and pass my power of thanking you.  You do nothing but give yourself trouble and me presents.  My cousin Calthorpe is a great rarity, and I think I ought, therefore, to return him to you; but that would not be treating him like a relation, or you like a friend.  My ancestor’s epitaph, too, was very agreeable to me.

I have not been at Strawberry Hill these three weeks.  My maid is ill there, and I have not been well myself with the same flying gout in my stomach and breast, of which you heard me complain a little in the summer.  I am much persuaded to go to a warmer climate, which often disperses these unsettled complaints.  I do not care for it, nor can determine till I see I grow worse:  if I do (To, I hope it will not be for long; and you shall certainly hear again before I set out.

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