You are a delightful manager of the House of Commons, to reckon 540, instead of 565! Sandwich was more accurate In lists, and would not have miscounted 25, which are something in a division.
(972) Mr. Conway had intimated to Walpole, that it was the wish of Lord Chatham, that he should move the address on the King’s speech at the opening of the session.-E.
(973) On the topic of ridicule, Walpole had, a few days before, thus expressed himself in a letter to Madame du Deffand:—“Il y avoit longtemps avant la date de notre connaissance, que cette crainte de ridicule s’`etoit plant`ee dans mon esprit, et vous devez assur`ement vous ressouvenir a quel point elle me poss`edoit, et combien de fois je vous en ai entretenu. N’allez pas lui chercher une naissance r`ecente. D`es le moment que je cessais d’`etre jeune, j’ai eu une peur horrible de devenir un veillard ridicule.” To this the lady replied—“Vos craintes sur le ridicule sont des terreurs paniques, mais on ne gu`erit point de la peur; je n’ai point une semblable foiblesse; je sais qu’`a mon age on est `a l’abri de donner du scandale: si l’on aime, on n’a point `a s’en cacher; l’amiti`e ne sera jamais un sentiment ridicule, quand elle ne fait pas faire des folies; mais gardons-nous d’en prof`erer le nom, puisque vous avez de si bonnes raisons de la vouloir proscrire."-E.
They may say what they will, but it does one ten times more good to leave Bath than to go to it. I may sometimes drink the waters, as Mr. Bentley used to say I invited company hither that I did not care for, that I might enjoy the pleasure of their going away. My health is certainly amended, but I did not feel the satisfaction of it till I got home. I have still a little rheumatism in one shoulder, which was not dipped in Styx, and is still mortal; but, while I went to the rooms, or stayed in my chambers in a dull court, I thought I had twenty complaints. I don’t perceive one of them.
Having no companion but such as the place afforded, and which I did not accept, my excursions were very few; besides that the city is so guarded with mountains, that I had not patience to be jolted like a pea in a drum, in my chaise alone. I did go to Bristol, the dirtiest great shop I ever saw, with so foul a river, that, had I seen the least appearance of cleanliness, I should have concluded they washed all their linen in it, as they do at Paris. Going into the town, I was struck with a large Gothic building, coal-black, and striped with white; I took it for the devil’s cathedral. When I came nearer, I found it was a uniform castle, lately built, and serving for stables and offices to a smart false Gothic house on the other side of the road.