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
“I guess, my dear Lord, and only guess, that you are arrived
at Wentworth Castle. If you are not, my letter will lose none
of its bloom by waiting for you; for I have nothing fresh to
tell you, and only write because you enjoined it. I settled
in my Liliputian towers but this morning. I wish people would
come into the country on May-day, and fix in town the first
of November. But as they will not, I have made up my mind; and
having so little time left, I prefer London, when my friends
and society are in it, to living here alone, or with the weird
sisters of Richmond and Hampton. I had additional reason now,
for the streets are as green as the fields: we are burnt to the
bone, and have not a lock of hay to cover our nakedness: oats
are so dear, that I suppose they will soon be eaten at Brooks’s
and fashionable tables as a rarity. Though not resident till
now, I have flitted backwards and forwards, and last Friday
came hither to look for a minute at a ball at Mrs. Walsingham’s
at Ditton; which would have been very pretty, for she had stuck
coloured lamps in the hair of all her trees and bushes, if the
east wind had not danced a reel all the time by the side of the
river.
“Mr. Conway’s play,[109] of which your Lordship has seen
some account in the papers, has succeeded delightfully,
both in representation and applause. The language is most
genteel, though translated from verse; and both prologue and
epilogue are charming. The former was delivered most justly
and admirably by Lord Derby, and the latter with inimitable
spirit and grace by Mrs. Damer. Mr. Merry and Mrs. Bruce played
excellently too. But General Conway, Mrs. Damer, and everybody
else are drowned by Mr. Sheridan, whose renown has engrossed
all Fame’s tongues and trumpets. Lord Townshend said he should
be sorry were he forced to give a vote directly on Hastings,
before he had time to cool; and one of the Peers saying the
speech had not made the same impression on him, the Marquis
replied, A seal might be finely cut, and yet not be in fault
for making a bad impression.
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