In this age we have some who pretend to impartiality:  you will scarce guess how Lord Brook (378) shows his:  he gives one vote on one side, one on the other, and the third time does not vote at all, and so on, regularly.

My sister is ,up to the elbows in joy and flowers that she has received from you this morning and begs I will thank you for her.

You know, or have heard of, Mrs. Nugent, Newsham’s mother; she went the other morning to Lord Chesterfield to beg “he would encourage Mr. Nugent (379) to speak in the house; for that really he was so bashful, she was afraid his abilities would be lost on the world.”  I don’t know who has encouraged him; but so it is, that this modest Irish converted Catholic does talk a prodigious deal of nonsense in behalf of English liberty.

Lord Gage (380) is another; no man would trust him in a wager, unless he stakes, and yet he is trusted by a whole borough with their privileges and liberties!  He told Mr. Winnington the other day, that he would bring his son into parliament, that he would not influence him, but leave him entirely to himself.  “D-n it,” said Winnington, “so you have all his lifetime.”

Your brother says you accuse him of not writing to you, and that his reasons are, he has not time, and next, that I tell you all that can be said.  So I do, I think:  tell me when I begin to tire you, or if I am too circumstantial; but I don’t believe you will think so, for I remember how we used to want such a correspondent when I was with you.

I have spoke about the young man who is well content to live with you as a servant out of livery.  I am to settle the affair finally with his father on Monday, and then he shall set out as soon as possible.  I will send the things for Prince Craon etc. by him.  I will write to Madame Grifoni the moment I hear she is returned from the country.

The Princess Hesse (381) is brought to bed of a son.  We are going into mourning for the Queen of Sweden;(382) she had always been apprehensive of the small-pox, which has been very fatal in her family.

You have heard, I suppose, of the new revolution (383) in Muscovy.  The letters from Holland to-day say, that they have put to death the young Czar and his mother, and his father too:  which, if true,(384) is going very far, for he was of a sovereign house in another country, no subject of Russia, and after the death of his wife and son, could have no pretence or interest to raise more commotions there.

We have got a new opera, not so good as the former; and we have got the famous Bettina to dance, but she is a most indifferent performer.  The house is excessively full every Saturday, never on Tuesday:  here, you know, we make every thing a fashion.

I am happy that my fears for Tuscany vanish every letter.  There! there is a letter of twelve sides!  I am forced to page it, it is so long, and I have not time to read it over and look for the mistakes.  Yours, ever.