By authority, on Sunday next will be opened the Romish chapel at Norfolk House; no persons will be admitted but such as are known well-wishers to the present happy establishment.  Mass will begin exactly when the English liturgy is finished.

At the theatre royal in the House of Lords, the Royal Slave, with Lethe.  At the theatre in St. Stephen’s chapel, the Fool in Fashion.

The Jews are desired to meet on the 20th inst. at the sign of Fort L’Evesque in Pharaoh Street, to commemorate the noble struggle made by one of their brethren in support of his property.

Deserted—­Miss Ashe.

Lost—­an Opposition.

To be let—­an ambassador’s masquerade, the gentleman going abroad.

To be sold—­the whole nation.

Lately published, The Analogy of political and private Quarrels, or the Art of healing family-differences by widening them; on these words, “Do evil that good may ensue.” a sermon preached before the Right Hon. Henry Pell)am, and the rest of the society for propagating Christian charity, by William Levenson, chaplain to her R. H. the Princess Amelia; and now printed at the desire of several of the family.

For capital weaknesses, the Duke of Newcastle’s true spirit of crocodiles.

Given gratis at the Turn-stile, the corner of
Lincoln’s-inn-fields, Anodyne Stars and Garters.(290)

(290) The residence of the duke of newcastle.-E.

122 Letter 53
To Sir Horace Mann. 
Arlington Street, Feb. 2, 1752.

We are much surprised by two letters which my Lady Aylesbury has received from Mr. Conway, to find that he had not yet heard of his new regiment.  She, who is extremely reasonable, seems content that he went to Rome before he got the news, as it would have been pity to have missed such an opportunity of seeing it, and she flatters herself that he would have set out immediately for England, if he had received the express -at Florence.  Now you know him, and you will not wonder that she is impatient; you would wonder, if you knew her, if he were not so too.

After all I have lately told you of our dead tranquillity, You will be surprised to hear of an episode of Opposition:  it is merely an interlude, for at least till next @ear we shall have no more:  you will rather think it a farce, when I tell you, that that buffoon my old uncle acted a principal part in it.  And what made it more ridiculous, the title of the drama was a subsidiary treaty with Saxony.(291) In short, being impatient with the thought that he should die without having it written on his tomb, “He-re lies Baron Punch,” he spirited up—­whom do you think?—­only a Grenville! my Lord Cobham, to join with him in speaking against this treaty:  both did:  the latter retired after his speech; but my uncle concluded his (which was a direct answer to all he has been making all his life,) with declaring, that he should yet vote for the treaty!  You never