My Dearest Heart,—­I received yours from Yarmouth, and was very glad you made so happy a passage.  ’Tis a comfortable thing, when one is on this side, to know that such a thing can be done in spite of contrary winds.  I have a letter from P., who says in character that you may take it from him that the Duke of Buckingham has begun a negotiation there, but what success in England he may have he knows not; that it were to be wished our politicians at home would consider well that there is no trust to be put in alliances with ambitious kings, especially such as make it their fundamental maxim to be base.  These are bold words, but they are his own.  Besides this, there is nothing but that the French King grows very thrifty, that all his buildings, except fortifications, are ceased, and that his payments are not so regular as they used to be.  The people here are of another mind; they will not spare their money, but are resolved—­at least the States of Holland—­if the rest will consent, to raise fourteen regiments of foot and six of horse; that all the companies, both old and new, shall be of 120 men that used to be of 50, and every troop 80 that used to be of 45.  Nothing is talked of but these new levies, and the young men are much pleased.  Downton says they have strong suspicions here you will come back no more, and that they shall be left in the lurch; that something is striking up with France, and that you are sent away because you are too well inclined to these countries; and my cousin Temple, he says, told him that a nephew of Sir Robert Long’s, who is lately come to Utrecht, told my cousin Temple, three weeks since, you were not to stay long here, because you were too great a friend to these people, and that he had it from Mr. Williamson, who knew very well what he said.  My cousin Temple says he told it to Major Scott as soon as he heard it, and so ’tis like you knew it before; but there is such a want of something to say that I catch at everything.  I am my best dear’s most affectionate

D.T.

In the summer of 1671 there occurred an incident that reminds us considerably of the Dorothy Osborne of former days.  The Triple Alliance had lost some of its freshness, and was not so much in vogue as heretofore.  Charles II. had been coquetting with the French King, and at length the Government, throwing off its mask, formally displaced Temple from his post in Holland.  “The critical position of affairs,” says Courtenay, “induced the Dutch to keep a fleet at sea, and the English Government hoped to draw from that circumstance an occasion of quarrel.  A yacht was sent for Lady Temple; the captain had orders to sail through the Dutch fleet if he should meet it, and to fire into the nearest ships until they should either strike sail to the flag which he bore, or return his shot so as to make a quarrel!

“He saw nothing of the Dutch Fleet in going over, but on his return he fell in with it, and fired, without warning and ceremony, into the ships that were next him.