(808) Fordo, the infamous Lord Grey of werke, and his sister-in-law, Lady Henrietta Berkeley, whose “Love Letters,” under these romantic names, were published in three small volumes.  They are supposed to have been compiled by Mrs. Behn.-D. [Lord Grey commanded the horse at Sedgmoor, and is accused of flying at the first charge, and preserving his life by giving evidence against his associates.  He married Lady Mary, daughter of George, first Earl of Berkeley, and died in 1701.)

320 Letter 105 To Sir Horace Mann.  May 4, 1743.

The King was detained four or five days at Sheerness but yesterday we heard that he was got to Helvoetsluys.  They talk’ of an interview between him and his nephew of Prussia-I never knew any advantage result from such conferences.  We expect to hear of the French attacking our army, though there are accounts of their retiring, which would necessarily produce a peace-I hope so!  I don’t like to be at the eve, even of an Agincourt; that, you know, every Englishman is bound in faith to expect:  besides, they say my Lord Stair has in his pocket, from the records of the Tower, the original patent, empowering us always to conquer.  I am told that Marshal Noailles is as mad as Marshal Stair.  Heavens! twice fifty thousand men trusted to two mad captains, without one Dr. Monroe(809) over
                          them!

I am sorry I could give you so little information about King Theodore; but my lord knew nothing of him, and as little of any connexion between Lord Carteret and him.  I am sorry you have him on your
hands.  He quite mistakes his
province:  an adventurer should come hither;(810) this is the soil for mobs and patriots it is the country of the world to make one’s fortune — with parts never so scanty, one’s dulness is not discovered, nor one’s dishonesty, till one obtains the post one wanted-and then, if they do not come to light-why, one slinks into one’s green velvet bag,(811) and lies so snug!  I don’t approve of your hinting at the falsehoods(812) of Stosch’s intelligence; nobody
regards it but the King , it pleases
him-e basta.

I was not in the House at Vernon’s frantic speech;(813) but I know he made it, and have heard him pronounce several such:  but he has worn out even laughter, and did not make impression enough on me to remember till the next post that he had spoken.

I gave your brother the translated paper; he will take care of it.  Ceretesi is gone to Flanders with Lord Holderness.  Poor creature! he was reduced, before he went, to borrow five guineas of Sir Francis Dashwood.  How will he ever scramble back to Florence?