Should not you, if you had not so much experienced the contrary, imagine that services begot gratitude?  You know they don’t—­Shall I tell you what they do beget?—­at best, expectations of more services.  This is my very case now—­you have just been delivered of one trouble for me—­I am going to get you with twins—­two more troubles.  In the first place, I shall beg you to send me a case of liqueurs; in the next all the medals in copper of my poor departed friend the Pope, for whom I am as much concerned as his subjects have reason to be.  I don’t know whether I don’t want samples of his coins, and the little pieces struck during the sede vacante.  I know what I shall want, any authentic anecdotes of the conclave.  There! are there commissions enough?  I did receive the Pope’s letter on my inscription, and the translation of the epitaph on Theodore, and liked both much, and thought I had thanked you for them—­but I perceive I am not half so grateful as troublesome.

Here is the state of our news and politics.  We thought our foreign King(889) on the road to Vienna:  he is now said to be prevented by Daun, and to be reduced to besiege Olmutz, which has received considerable supplies.  Accounts make Louisbourgh reduced to wait for being taken by us as the easiest way of avoiding being starved.—­In short, we are to be those unnatural fowl, ravens that carry bread.  But our biggest of all expectations is from our own invasion of France, which took post last Sunday; fourteen thousand landmen, eighteen ships of the line, frigates, sloops, bombs, and four volunteers, Lord Downe, Sir James Lowther, Sir John Armitage, and Mr. Delaval—­ the latter so ridiculous a character, that it has put a stop to the mode that was spreading.  All this commanded by Lord Anson, who has beat the French; by the Duke of Marlborough, whose name has beaten them; and by Lord George Sackville, who is to beat them.  Every port and town on the coast of Flanders and France have been guessed for the object.  It is a vast armament, whether it succeeds or is lost.

At home there are seeds of quarrels.  Pratt the attorney-general has fallen on a necessary extension of the Habeas Corpus to private cases.  The interpreting world ascribes his motive to a want of affection for my Lord Mansfield, who unexpectedly is supported by the late Chancellor, the Duke of Newcastle, and that part of the ministry; and very expectedly by Mr. Fox, as this is likely to make a breach between the united powers.  The bill passed almost unanimously through our House.  It will have a very different fate in the other, where Lord Temple is almost single in its defence, and where Mr. Pitt seems to have little influence.  If this should produce a new revolution, you will not be surprised.  I don’t know that it will; but it has already shown how little cordiality subsists since the last.

I had given a letter for you to a young gentleman of Norfolk, an only son, a friend of Lord Orford, and of much merit, who was going to Italy with Admiral Broderick.  He is lost in that dreadful catastrophe of the Prince George—­it makes one regret him still more, as the survivors mention his last behaviour with great encomiums.