Horace Walpole and His World: Select Passages from His LettersWalpole, Horace
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Horace Walpole and His World: Select Passages from His Letters
Walpole, Horace
Walpole, Horace, 1717-1797 -- Correspondence
“You are to know, Madam, that I have in my custody the
individual ebony cabinet in which Madame de Sévigné kept her
pens and paper for writing her matchless letters. It was
preserved near Grignan by an old man who mended her pens, and
whose descendant gave it last year to Mr. Selwyn, as truly
worthy of such a sacred relic. It wears, indeed, all the
outward and visible signs of such venerable preciousness, for
it is clumsy, cumbersome, and shattered, and inspires no more
idea of her spirit and _légèreté_, than the mouldy thigh-bone
of a saint does of the unction of his sermons. I have full
powers to have it repaired and decorated as shall seem good in
my own eyes, though I had rather be authorised to inclose and
conceal it in a shrine of gold and jewels.”
[Illustration: _Sir Joshua Reynolds. Pinx._ _A. Dawson. Ph. Sc._
_Valentine Green. Sc._
_The Three Ladies Waldegrave._]
Towards the end of May, 1780, he writes: “Sir Joshua has begun a
charming picture of my three fair nieces, the Waldegraves, and very
like. They are embroidering and winding silk; I rather wished to have
them drawn like the Graces, adorning a bust of the Duchess as the Magna
Mater; but my ideas are not adopted.” We hear no more of this picture
for some time. Attention was almost immediately engrossed by the Gordon
riots. Walpole writes to Lady Ossory:
“Berkeley Square, June 3, 1780.
“I know that a governor or gazetteer ought not to desert their
posts, if a town is besieged, or a town is full of news; and
therefore, Madam, I resume my office. I smile to-day--but I
trembled last night; for an hour or more I never felt more
anxiety. I knew the bravest of my friends were barricaded into
the House of Commons, and every avenue to it impossible. Till
I heard the Horse and Foot Guards were gone to their rescue,
I expected nothing but some dire misfortune; and the first
thing I heard this morning was that part of the town had had
a fortunate escape from being burnt after ten last night. You
must not expect order, Madam; I must recollect circumstances as
they occur; and the best idea I can give your Ladyship of the
tumult will be to relate it as I heard it.
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