Admiral Anson(1372) is made a baron, and Admiral Warren(1373) Knight of the Bath-so is Niccolini to be-when the King dies.(1374) His Majesty and his son were last night at the masquerade at Ranelagh, where there was so little company, that I was afraid they would be forced to walk about together.

I have been desired to write to you for two scagliola tables; will you get them?  I will thank you, an pay you too.

You will hardly believe that I intend to send you this for a letter, but I do.  Mr. Chute said he would write to you to-day, so mine goes as page to his.  Adieu!

(1370) He was now secretary of state, which office he did not resign till Feb. 1748.-D.

(1371) Eldest son of Horatio, brother of Sir Robert Walpole.

(1372) George Anson, created Lord Anson of Soberton.  He is well known for his voyages round the world, as well as for his naval successes.  He was long first lord of the admiralty; but did not distinguish himself as a statesman.  He died suddenly, while walking in his garden at Moor Park in Hertfordshire, June 6th, 1762.-D.

(1373) Sir Peter Warren was the second in command in the victory off Cape Finisterre.-D.

(1374) The Abb`e Niccolini was in much favour with the Prince of Wales.-D.

530 Letter 236 To The Hon. H. S. Conway.  Twickenham, June 8, 1747.

You perceive by my date that I am got into a new camp, and have left my tub at Windsor.  It is a little plaything-house that I got out of Mrs. Chenevix’s shop, and is the prettiest bauble you ever saw.  It is set in enamelled meadows, with filigree hedges: 

“A small Euphrates through the piece is roll’d, And little finches wave their wings in gold”

Two delightful roads, that you would call dusty, supply me continually with coaches and chaises; barges as solemn as barons of the exchequer move under my window; Richmond Hill and Ham Walks bound my prospect; but, thank God! the Thames is between me and the Duchess of Queensberry.  Dowagers (-As plenty as flounders inhabit all around, and Pope’s ghost is just now skimming under my window by a most poetical moonlight.  I have about land enough to keep such a farm as Noah’s, when he set up in the ark with a pair of each kind; but my cottage is rather cleaner than I believe his was after they had been cooped up together forty days.  The Chenevixes had tricked it out for themselves:  up two pair of stairs is what they call Mr. Chenevix’s library, furnished with three maps, one shelf, a bust of Sir Isaac Newton, and a lame telescope without any glasses.  Lord John Sackville predeceased me here, and instituted certain games called cricketalia, which have been celebrated this very evening in honour of him in a neighbouring meadow.