My uncle has chose no motto nor supporters yet:  one would think there were fees to pay for them!  Mr. Fox said to him, “Why don’t you take your family motto?” He replied, “Because my nephew would say I think I speak as well as my brother.”  I believe he means me.  I like his awe.  The Duke of Richmond, taking me for his son, reproached himself to Lady Caroline Fox for not wishing me joy.  She is so sorry she undeceived him!  Charles Townshend has turned his artillery upon his own court:  he says, “Silly fellow for silly fellow, I don’t see why it is not as well to be governed by my uncle with a blue riband, as by my cousin with a green one.”

I have passed to-day one of the most agreeable days of my life; your righteous spirit will be offended with me-but I must tell you:  my Lord and Lady Bath carried my Lady Hervey and me to dine with my Lady Allin at Blackheath.  What added to the oddness of the company in which I found myself was her sister Mrs. Cleveland, whose bitterness against my father and uncle for turning out her husband you have heard—­but she is very agreeable.  I had a little private satisfaction in very naturally telling my Lord Bath how happy I have made his old printer, Franklyn.  The Earl was in extreme good-humour, repeated epigrams, ballads, anecdotes, stories, which, as Madame S`evign`e says, put one in mind " “de sa d`efunte veine.”  The Countess was not in extreme good-humour, but in the best-humoured ill-humour in the world; contested every thing with great drollery, and combated Mrs. Cleveland on Madame Maintenon’s character, with as much satire and knowledge of the world as ever I heard in my life.  I told my Lord Bath General Wall’s foolish vain motto, “Aut Caesar aut nihil.”  He replied, “He is an impudent fellow; he should have taken ’Murus aheneus.’” Doddington has translated well the motto on the caps of the Hanoverians, “Vestigia nulla retrorsum.”  “They never mean to go back again.”

Saunders, the new admiral, told the King yesterday in a very odd phrase, that they should scren his heart out, if Byng is not now in the harbour of Mahon.  The world condemns extremely the rashness of superseding admirals on no information but from our enemies.  The ministry tremble for Thursday se’nnight (inter alia), when the King is to desire the Parliament to adjourn again.  I believe altogether it will make a party.  Adieu!

(696) Now first printed.

(697) “June 6.  I heard that a message in writing had been sent to the Prince, from the King offering him an allowance of 40,000 pounds a year, and an apartment in the palaces of Kensington and St. James’s.  The answer was full of high gratitude for the allowance, but declining the apartment, on account of the mortification it would be to his mother; though it is well known that he does not live with her, either in town or country.”  Doddington, p. 345.-E.

328 Letter 187 To Sir Horace Mann.  Arlington Street, June 14, 1756.