Mr. Rigby makes you a thousand compliments, and wishes you would ever think his Roel worth your seeing:  you cannot imagine how he has improved it!  You have always heard me extravagant in the praises of the situation. he has demolished all his paternal intrenchments of walls and square gardens, opened lawns, swelled out a bow-window, erected a portico, planted groves, stifled ponds, and flounce himself with flowering shrubs and Kent fences.  You may imagine that I have a little hand in all this.  Since I came hither, I have projected a colonnade to join his mansion to the offices, have been the death of a tree that intercepted the view of the bridge, for which, too, I have drawn a white rail, and shall be absolute travelling Jupiter at Baucis and Philemon’s; for I have persuaded him to transform a cottage into a church, by exalting a spire upon the end of it, as Talbot has done.  By the way, I have dined at the Vineyard.(59) I dare not trust you with what I think, but I was a little disappointed.  To-morrow we go to the ruins of the Abbey of St. Osyth; it is the seat of the Rochfords, but I never chose to go there while they were there.  You will probably hear from Mr. Lyttelton (if in any pause of love he rests) that I am going to be first minister to the Prince:  in short, I have occasioned great speculation, and diverted myself with the important mysteries that have been alembicked out of a trifle.  In short, he had seen my AEdes Walpolianae at Sir Luke Schaub’s, and sent by him to desire one.  I sent him one bound quite in coronation robes, and went last Sunday to thank him for the honour.  There were all the new knights of the garter.  After the prince had whispered through every curl of lord Granville’s periwig, he turned to me, and said such a crowd of civil things that I did not know what to answer; commended the style and the quotations; said I had sent him back to his Livy; in short, that there were but two things he disliked—­one, that I had not given it to him of my own accord, and the other, that I had abused his friend Andrea del Sarto; and that he insisted, when I came to town again, I should come and see two very fine ones that he has lately bought of that master.  This drew on a very long conversation on painting, every word of which I suppose will be reported at the other court as a plan of opposition for the winter.  Prince George was not there:  when he went to receive the riband, the Prince carried him to the closet door, where the Duke of Dorset received and carried him.  Ayscough,(60) or Nugent. or some of the geniuses, had taught him a speech; the child began it’, the Prince cried “No, no!” When the boy had a little recovered his fright, he began again; but the same tremendous sounds were repeated, and the oration still-born.