have another at Richmond:  the Duke of Clarence has taken Mr. Henry Hobart’s house, pointblank over against Mr. Cambridge’s, which will make the good woman of that mansion cross herself piteously, and stretch the throat of the blatant beast at Sudbrook(673) and of all the other pious matrons `a la ronde; for his Royal Highness, to divert lonesomeness, has brought with him — -, who, being still more averse to solitude, declares that any tempter would make even Paradise more agreeable than a constant t`ete-`a-t`ete.

I agree with you in not thinking Beatrice one of Miss Farren’s capital parts.  Mrs. Pritchard played it with more spirit, and was superior to Garrick’s Benedict; so is Kemble, too, as he Is to Quin in Maskwell.  Kemble and Lysons the clergyman(674) passed all Wednesday here with me.  The former is melting the three parts of Henry the Sixth into one piece:  I doubt it will be difficult to make a tolerable play out of them.

I have talked scandal from Richmond, like its gossips; and now, by your queries after Lady Luxborough, you are drawing me into more, which I do not love:  but she is dead and forgotten, except on the shelves of an old library, or on those of my old memory; which you will be routing into.  The lady you wot of, then, was the first wife of Lord Catherlogh, before he was an earl; and who was son of Knight, the South Sea cashier, and whose second wife lives here at Twickenham.  Lady Luxborough, a high-coloured lusty black woman, was parted from her husband, upon a gallantry she had with Dalton, the reviver of Comus and a divine.  She retired into the country; corresponded, as you see by her letters, with the small poets of that time; but, having no Theseus amongst them, consoled herself, as it is said, like Ariadne, with Bacchus.(675) This might be a fable, like that of her Cretan Highness—­no matter; the fry of little anecdotes are so numerous now, that throwing one more into the shoal is of no consequence, if it entertains you for a Moment; nor need you believe what I don’t warrant.

Gramercy for your intention of seeing Wentworth Castle. it is my favourite of all great seats;-such a variety of ground, of wood, and water; and almost all executed and disposed with so much taste by the present Earl.  Mr. Gilpin sillily could See nothing but faults there.  The new front is, in my opinion, one of the lightest and most beautiful buildings on earth — and, pray like the little Gothic edifice, and its position in the menagerie!  I recommended it, and had it drawn by Mr. Bentley, from Chichester Cross.  Don’t bring me a pair of scissors from Sheffield — I am determined nothing shall cut our loves, though I should live out the rest of Methusalem’s term, as you kindly wish, and as I can believe, though you are my wives; for I am persuaded my Agnes wishes so too.  Don’t you?

At night.