“We arrived at this place (Allerthorpe, Yorkshire), after a journey of
six days through fine countries. Mr. Montagu has the pleasure of calling
many hundred pounds a year about his house his own, without any person’s
property interfering with it. I think it is the prettiest estate and in
the best order I ever saw: large and beautiful meadows for riding or
walking in, and all as neat as a garden, with a pretty river (the Swale)
winding about them, on which we shall sometimes go in boats. I propose
to visit the almshouse very soon. I saw the old women, with the bucks
upon their sleeves, at church, and the sight gave me pleasure. Heraldry
does not always descend with such honour as when charity leads her by the
hand.” A little later, Mrs. Montagu writes thus to the duchess:
“The sun gilds every object, but I assure you, it is the only fine
thing we have had; for the house is old and not handsome: it is very
convenient, and the situation extremely pleasant. We found the finest
peaches, nectarines, and apricots that I have ever eat.” Then comes a
dash of the old sauciness. She rejoices at the news the duchess had
communicated to her, that Lord Dupplin, who once wrote verses on her
taking a header into the Mary-le-bone plunging-baths, was the father of
an heir to his title and estate. “I think no man better deserves a child.
The end justifies the means; else, what should one say for his extreme,
surprising, amazing fondness for the lady?... I am glad Lord Dupp enjoys
his liberty and leisure. The repose a gentleman takes after the honour of
sending a son into the world, may be called ease with dignity.”
Further evidences of the course of her married life are thus afforded by
herself. On the 24th of August, Mrs. Montagu tells the duchess:
“It must be irksome to submit to a fool. The service of a man of sense is
perfect freedom. Where the will is reasonable, obedience is a pleasure;
but to run of a fool’s errand all one’s life is terrible.” And three days
later, she writes to Mrs. Freind: “I think we increase in esteem, without
decaying in complaisance; and I hope we shall always remember Mr. Freind
and the 5th with thankfulness.”
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