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428 Letter 267
To Sir Horace Mann. 
Strawberry Hill, June 18, 1758.

I write to you again so soon, only to laugh at my last letter.  What a dupe was I! at my years to be dazzled with glory! to be charmed with the rattle of drums and trumpets, till I fancied myself at Cressy or Poictiers!  In the middle of all this dream of conquest, just when I had settled in what room of my castle I would lodge the Duke of Alen`con or Montpensier, or whatever illustrious captive should be committed to the custody of Seneschal Me, I was awakened with an account of our army having re-embarked, after burning some vessels at St. Maloes.  This is the history, neither more nor less, of this mighty expedition.  They found the causeway broken up, stayed from Tuesday night till Monday morning in sight of the town; agreed it was impregnable; heard ten thousand French (which the next day here were erected into thirty thousand) were coming against them; took to their transports, and are gone to play at hide and seek somewhere else.  This campaign being rather naked, is coloured over with the great damage we have done, and with the fine disposition and despatch made for getting away—­the same colours that would serve to paint pirates or a flight.  However, the city is pleased; and Mr. Pitt maintains that he never intended to take St. Maloes, which I believe, because when he did intend to have Rochefort taken last year, he sent no cannon; this year, when he never meant to take St. Maloes, he sent a vast train of artillery.  Besides, one of the most important towns in France, lying some miles up in the country, was very liable to be stormed; a fishing town on the coast is naturally impracticable.  The best side of the adventure is, that they were very near coming away without attempting the conflagration, and only thought of it by chance—­then indeed

Diripuere focos—­
Atqui omnis facibus Pubes accingitur atris.

Perhaps the metamorphosis in Virgil of the ships into mermaids is not more absurd than an army of twelve or thirteen thousand of the flower of our troops and nobility performing the office of link-boys, making a bonfire, and running away!  The French have said well, “les Anglois viennent nous casser des vitres avec des guin`ees."(900) We have lost six men, they five, and about a hundred vessels, from a fifty-gun ship to a mackerel-boat.

I don’t only ask my own pardon for swelling out my imagination, but yours, for making you believe that you was to be representative of the Black Prince or Henry V. I hope you had sent no bullying letter to the conclave on the (,authority of my last letter, to threaten the cardinals, that if they did not elect the Archbishop of Canterbury Pope, you would send for part of the squadron from St. Maloes to burn Civita Vecchia.  I had promised you the duchy of Bretagne, and we have lost Madras!

Our expedition is still afloat—­whither bound, I know not; but pray don’t bespeak any more laurels; wait patiently for what they shall send you from the Secretary’s office.