steeds to Prince Phaeton’s car, is going to be Master of the Horse to the Prince of Wales; and for his excellent economy in never paying the performers, is likely to continue in the treasury.  The two courts grow again:  and the old question of settling the 50,000 pounds a-year talked of.  The Tories don’t list kindly under this new Opposition; though last week we had a warm day on a motion for inquiring into useless places and quarterings.  Mr. Pitt was so well advised as to acquit my father pretty amply, in speaking Of the Secret Committee.  My uncle Horace thanked him in a speech, and my brother Ned has been to visit him-Tant d’empressement, I think, rather shows an eagerness to catch any opportunity of paying court to him; for I do not see the so vast merit in owning now for his interest, what for his honour he should have owned five years ago.  This motion was spirited up by Lord Bath, who is raving again, upon losing the borough of Heydon:  from which last week we threw his brother-in-law Gumley, and instated Luke Robinson, the old sufferer for my father, and the colleague of Mr. Chute’s brother; an incident that will not heighten your indifference, any more than it did mine.

Lord Kildare is married to the charming Lady Emily Lennox, who went the very next day to see her sister Lady Caroline Fox, to the great mortification of the haughty Duchess-mother.  They have not given her a shilling, but the King endows her, by making Lord Kildare a Viscount Sterling:(1340) and they talk of giving him a Pinchbeck-dukedom too, to keep him always first peer of Ireland.(1341) Sir Everard Falkener is married to Miss Churchill, and my sister is brought to bed of a son.

Panciatici is arrived, extremely darkened in his person and enlivened in his manner.  He was much in fashion at the Hague, but I don’t know if he will succeed so well here:  for in such great cities as this, you know people affect not to think themselves honoured by foreigners; and though we don’t quite barbarize them as the French do, they are toujours des etrangers.  Mr. Chute thinks we have to the full all the politeness that can make a nation brutes to the rest of the world.  He had an excellent adventure the other day with Lord Holderness, whom he met at a party it Lady Betty Germains; but who could not possibly fatigue himself to recollect that they had ever met before in their lives.  Towards the end of dinner Lady Betty mentioned remembering a grandmother of Mr. Chute who was a peeress:  immediately the Earl grew as fond of him as if they had walked together at a coronation.  He told me another good story last night of Lord Hervey,(1342) who was going with them from the Opera, and was so familiar as to beg they would not call him my Lord and your Lordship.  The freedom proceeded; when on a sudden, he turned to Mr. Whithed, and with a distressed friendly voice, said, “Now have you no peerage that can come to you by any woman?”

Adieu! my dear Sir; I have no news to tell you.  Here is another letter of Niccolini that has lain in my standish this fortnight.