The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford — Volume 4 eBook

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(520) An epitaph for the monument erected by the states of Jersey to the memory of Major Pearson, killed in the attack of that island by the French in January 1781.

(521) “The Diary of George Bubb Dodington, Baron of Melcombe Regis, from March 8, 1749, to February 6, 1761; published by Henry Penruddocke Wyndham.”

(522) Travels into Poland, Russia, Sweden, and Denmark; interspersed with Historical Relations and Political Inquiries; by William Cox, M. A.,” in two volumes quarto.-E.

Letter 274 To The Countess Of Ailesbury.  Strawberry Hill, Tuesday night, June 8, 1784. (page 346)

You frightened me for a minute, my dear Madam; but every letter since has given me pleasure, by telling me how rapidly you recovered, and how perfectly well you are again.  Pray, however, do not give me any more such Joys.  I shall be quite content with your remaining immortal, without the foil of any alarm.  You gave all your friends a panic, and may trust their attachment without renewing it.  I received as many inquiries the next day as if an archbishop was in danger, and all the bench hoped he was going to heaven.

Mr. Conway wonders I do not talk of Voltaire’s Memoirs.  Lord bless me!  I saw it two months ago; the Lucans brought it from Paris and lent it to me:  nay, and I have seen most of it before; and I believe this an imperfect copy, for it ends no how at all.  Besides, it was quite out of my head.  Lord Melcombe’s Diary put that and every thing else out of my mind.  I wonder much more at Mr. Conway’s not talking of this!  It gossips about the living as familiarly as a modern newspaper.  I long to hear what say about it.  I wish the newspapers were as accurate!  They have been circumstantial about Lady Walsingham’s birthday clothes, which to be sure one is glad to know, Only unluckily there is no such person.  However, I dare to say that her dress was very becoming, and that she looked charmingly.

The month of June, according to custom immemorial, is as cold as Christmas.  I had a fire last night, and all my rose-buds, I believe, would have been very glad to sit by it.  I have other grievances to boot; but as they are annuals too,—­videlicet, people to see my house,—­ I will not torment Your ladyship with them:  yet I know nothing else.  None of my neighbours are come into the country yet:  one would think all the dowagers were elected into the new Parliament.  Adieu, my dear Madam!

Letter 275 To The Hon. H. S. Conway.  Strawberry Hill, June 25, 1784. (page 347)

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