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
paragraph, you must not wonder, for I am not making a history,
but relating one strictly as it happened, and I think with full
entertainment enough to content you. At last, we assembled
in our booth, Lady Caroline in the front, with the vizor of
her hat erect, and looking gloriously jolly and handsome. She
had fetched my brother Orford from the next box, where he was
enjoying himself with his _petite partie_, to help us to mince
chickens. We minced seven chickens into a china dish, which
Lady Caroline stewed over a lamp with three pats of butter
and a flagon of water, stirring, and rattling, and laughing,
and we every minute expecting to have the dish fly about our
ears. She had brought Betty, the fruit-girl, with hampers of
strawberries and cherries from Rogers’s, and made her wait
upon us, and then made her sup by us at a little table. The
conversation was no less lively than the whole transaction.
There was a Mr. O’Brien arrived from Ireland, who would get the
Duchess of Manchester from Mr. Hussey,[26] if she were still at
liberty. I took up the biggest hautboy in the dish, and said
to Lady Caroline, ‘Madam, Miss Ashe desires you would eat this
O’Brien strawberry;’ she replied immediately, ‘I won’t, you
hussey.’ You may imagine the laugh this reply occasioned. After
the tempest was a little calmed, the Pollard said, ‘Now, how
anybody would spoil this story that was to repeat it, and say,
I won’t, you jade!’ In short, the whole air of our party was
sufficient, as you will easily imagine, to take up the whole
attention of the garden; so much so, that from eleven o’clock
till half an hour after one we had the whole concourse round
our booth: at last, they came into the little gardens of each
booth on the sides of ours, till Harry Vane took up a bumper,
and drank their healths, and was proceeding to treat them with
still greater freedom. It was three o’clock before we got home.”
Our next extract displays even better than the last our author’s skill
in telling a story. It also contains some pleasant references to his
life at Strawberry Hill:
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