Robsart(398) in the holy wars.  But as none of’ this regards the enclosed drawing, I will pass to that.  The room on the ground-floor nearest to you is a bedchamber, hung with yellow paper and prints, framed in a new manner, invented by Lord Cardigan; that is, with black and white borders printed.  Over this is Mr. Chute’s bedchamber, hung with red in the same manner.  The bow-window room one pair of stairs is not yet finished; but in the tower beyond it is the charming closet where I am now writing to you.  It is hung with green paper and water-colour pictures; has two windows; the one in the drawing looks to the garden, the other to the beautiful prospect; and the top of each glutted with the richest painted glass of the arms of England, crimson roses, and twenty other pieces of green, purple, and historic bits.  I must tell you, by the way, that the castle, when finished, will have two-and-thirty windows enriched with painted glass.  In this closet, which is Mr. Chute’s college of arms, are two presses with books of heraldry and antiquities, Madame Sevign`e’s Letters, and any French books that relate to her and her acquaintance.  Out of this closet is the room where we always live, hung with a blue and white paper in stripes adorned with festoons, and a thousand plump chairs, couches, and luxurious settees covered with linen of the same pattern, and with a bow-window commanding the prospect, and gloomed with limes that shade half each window, already darkened with painted glass in chiaroscuro, set in deep blue glass.  Under this room is a cool little hall, where we generally dine, hung with paper to imitate Dutch tiles.

I have described so much, that you will begin to think that all the accounts I used to give you of the diminutiveness of our habitation were fabulous; but it is really incredible how small most of the rooms are.  The Only two good chambers I shall have are not yet built; they will be an eating-room and a library, each twenty by thirty, and the latter fifteen feet high.  For the rest of the house, I could send it you in this letter as easily as the drawing, only that I should have no where to live till the return of the post.  The Chinese summer-house which you may distinguish in the distant landscape, belongs to my Lord Radnor.  We pique ourselves upon nothing but simplicity, and have no carvings, gildings, paintings, inlayings, or tawdry businesses.

You will not be sorry, I believe,. by this time to have done with Strawberry Hill, and to hear a little news.  The end of a very dreaming session has been extremely enlivened by an accidental bill which has opened great quarrels, and those not unlikely to be attended with interesting circumstances.  A bill to prevent clandestine marriages, so drawn by the Judges as to clog all matrimony in general, was inadvertently espoused by the Chancellor; and having been strongly attacked in the House of Commons by Nugent, the Speaker, Mr. Fox, and others, the last