are much mistaken here as to our ideas of Paris—­to hear gallantry has deserted it, sounds as extraordinary to me as a want of ice in Greenland.  We have nothing but ugly faces in this country, but more lovers than ever.  There are but three pretty men in England, and they are all in love with me, at this present writing.  This will amaze you extremely; but if you were to see the reigning girls at present, I will assure you, there is very little difference between them and old women.”

Lady Mary could never resist a good story, and, indeed, never made any attempt to do so, and she usually wrote them down to amuse Lady Mar.

“’Tis but reasonable I should conclude with a farce, that I may not leave you in ill humour.  I have so good an opinion of your taste, to believe Harlequin in person will never make you laugh so much as the Earl of Stair’s furious passion for Lady Walpole (aged fourteen and some months).  Mrs. Murray undertook to bring the business to bear, and provided the opportunity (a great ingredient you’ll say); but the young lady proved skittish.  She did not only turn this heroic flame into present ridicule, but exposed all his generous sentiments, to divert her husband and father-in-law.  His lordship is gone to Scotland; and if there was anybody wicked enough to write about it, there is a subject worthy the pen of the best ballad-maker in Grub-street.”

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“Lord Townshend has renewed his lease of life by his French journey, and is at present situated in his house in Grosvenor-street in perfect health.  My good lady is coming from the Bath to meet him with the joy you may imagine.  Kitty Edwin has been the companion of his [her?] pleasures there.  The alliance seems firmer than ever between them, after their Tunbridge battles, which served for the entertainment of the public.  The secret cause is variously guessed at; but it is certain Lady Townshend came into the great room gently behind her friend, and tapping her on the shoulder with her fan, said aloud, I know where, how, and who.  These mysterious words drew the attention of all the company, and had such an effect upon poor Kitty, she was carried to her lodgings in strong hysterics.  However, by the intercession of prudent mediators peace was concluded; and if the conduct of these heroines was considered in a true light, perhaps it might serve for an example even to higher powers, by showing that the surest method to obtain a lasting and honourable peace, is to begin with vigorous war.  But leaving these reflections, which are above my capacity, permit me to repeat my desire of hearing often from you.  Your letters would be my greatest pleasure if I had flourished in the first years of Henry the Eighth’s court; judge then how welcome they are to me in the present desolate state of this deserted town of London.”