and Lord Scarborough,(466) his treasurer went to the King’s levee.(467) The King said, “How does the Princess do?  I hope she is well.”  The Prince kissed his hand, and this was all!  The Prince returned to Carlton House, whither crowds went to him.  He spoke to the Duke of Newcastle and Mr. Pelham; but would not to the three dukes, Richmond, Grafton, and Marlborough.(468) At night the Royal Family were all at the Duchess of Norfolk’@’ and the streets were illuminated and bonfired.  To-day, the Duke of Bedford, Lord Halifax, and some others, were at St. James’s:  the King spoke to all the Lords.  In a day or two, I shall go with my uncle and brothers to the Prince’s levee.

Yesterday there was a meeting of all the Scotch of our side, who, to a man, determined to defend Sir Robert

Lyttelton (469) is going to marry Miss Fortescue, Lord Clinton’s sister.

When our earl went to the House of lords to-day, he apprehended some incivilities from his Grace of Argyll, but he was not there.  Bedford, Halifax, Berkshire,(470) and some more, were close by him, but would not bow to him.  Lord Chesterfield wished him joy.  This is all I know for certain; for I will not send you the thousand lies of every new day.

I must tell you how fine the masquerade of last night was.  There were five hundred persons, in the greatest variety of handsome and rich dresses I ever saw, and all the jewels of London-and London has some!  There were dozens of ugly Queens of Scots, of which I will only name to you the eldest Miss Shadwell!  The Princess of Wales was one, covered with diamonds, but did not take off her mask:  none of the Royalties did, but every body else.  Lady Conway (471) was a charming Mary Stuart:  Lord and Lady Euston, man and woman huzzars.  But the two finest and most charming masks were their Graces of Richmond,(472) like Harry the Eighth and Jane Seymour:  excessively rich, and both so handsome @ Here is a nephew of the King of Denmark, who was in armour, and his governor, a most admirable Quixote. there were quantities of Vandykes, and all kinds of old pictures walked out of the frames.  It was an assemblage of all ages and nations, and would look like the day of judgment, if tradition did not persuade us that we are all to meet naked, and if something else did not tell us that we shall not meet with quite so much indifference, nor thinking quite so much of the becoming.  My dress was an Aurungzebe:  but of all extravagant figures commend me to our friend the Countess!(473) She and my lord trudged in like pilgrims with vast staffs in their hands; and she was so heated, that you would have thought her pilgrimage had been, like Pantagruel’s voyage, to the Oracle of the Bottle!  Lady Sophia was in a Spanish dress-so was Lord Lincoln; not, to be sure, by design, but so it happened.  When the King came in, the Faussans (474) were there, and danced an entr`ee.  At the masquerade the King sat by Mrs. Selwyn, and with tears told her, that “the Whigs should find he loved them, as he had the poor man that was gone!” He had sworn that he would not speak to the Prince at their meeting, but was prevailed on.