There are great civil wars in the neighbourhood of Strawberry Hill:  Princess Emily, who succeeded my brother in the rangership of Richmond Park, has imitated her brother William’s unpopularity, and disobliged the whole country, by refusal of tickets and liberties, that had always been allowed.  They are at law with her, and have printed in the Evening Post a strong Memorial, which she had refused to receive-.(322) The High Sheriff of Surrey, to whom she had denied a ticket, but on better thought had sent one, refused it, and said he had taken his part.  Lord Brooke(323) who had applied for one, was told he could not have one-and to add to the affront@, it was signified. that the Princess had refused one to my Lord Chancellor—­your old nobility don’t understand such comparisons!  But the most remarkable event happened to her about three weeks ago.  One Mr. Bird, a rich gentleman near the park, was applied to by the late Queen for a piece of ground that lay convenient for a walk she was making:  he replied, it was not proper for him to pretend to make a Queen a present; but if she would do what she pleased with the ground, he would be content with the acknowledgment of a key and two bucks a-year.  This was religiously observed till the era of her Royal Highness’s reign; the bucks were denied, and he himself once shut out, on pretence it was fence-month (the breeding-time, when tickets used to be excluded, keys never.) The Princess soon after was going through his grounds to town; she found a padlock on his gate; she ordered it to be broke open:  Mr. Shaw, her deputy, begged a respite, till he could go for the key.  He found Mr. Bird at home—­“Lord, Sir! here is a strange mistake; the Princess is at the gate, and it is padlocked!” “Mistake! no mistake at all — I made the road:  the ground is my own property:  her Royal Highness has thought fit to break the agreement which her Royal Mother made with me:  nobody goes through my grounds but those I choose should.  Translate this to your Florentinese; try if you can make them conceive how pleasant it is to treat blood royal thus!

There are dissensions of more consequence in the same neighbourhood.  The tutorhood at Kew is split into factions:  the Bishop of Norwich and Lord Harcourt openly at war with Stone and Scott, who are supported by Cresset, and countenanced by the Princess and Murray—­so my Lord Bolinbroke dead, will govern, which he never could living!  It is believed that the Bishop will be banished into the rich bishopric of Durham, which is just vacant-how pleasant to be punished, after teaching the boys a year, with as much as he could have got if he had taught them twenty!  Will they ever expect a peaceable prelate, if untractableness is thus punished?

Your painter Astley is arrived:  I have missed seeing him by being constantly at Strawberry Hill, but I intend to serve him to the utmost of my power, as you will easily believe, since he has your recommendation.