Lord Chatham, His Early Life and Connections — John Shaqi
Lord Chatham, His Early Life and ConnectionsRosebery, Archibald Philip Primrose, Earl of
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Lord Chatham, His Early Life and Connections
Rosebery, Archibald Philip Primrose, Earl of
Pitt, William, Earl of Chatham, 1708-1778
I don't know whether my Dearest Nanny is not at this moment angry
with me for not writing sooner; But cou'd you see the hurry this
Place throws a man into upon his arrival, you wou'd rather wonder I
write at all. I have done nothing since I came to Paris, but run up
and down and see; so that beleive me it is a sort of Novelty to set
down and think: Tis with pleasure I return to you from The variety
of fine sights which have engaged me; my eyes have been long enough
entertain'd, to give my Heart leisure to indulge itself in a short
conversation with my Dear Girl. It may sound oddly to say I love you
best at a great distance, but surely absence best shows us the Value
of a Thing, by making us feel how much we want it: I find already I
shall have many vacant hours that wou'd be agreably fill'd up with
the company of something one esteems; but I must comfort myself à la
francoise, le bannis la Sagesse et la Raison; c'est de notre vie le
Poison. I shall set out for Besancon in franche comté In three or
four days, where I shall stay till autumn, write often and direct to
me chez Monsr Alexandre Banquier dans la Rue St. Appoline Près de
la Porte St. Denis à Paris who will Take care to send them to me. I
hope you like your way of Life better every Day; I don't know
whether you may not be said to be travelling too; France is hardly
newer to me than Court was to you; may you find the Country mend
upon you the farther you advance in it: bon voyage ma chere, and may
you find at your journey's end as good an inn as matrimony can
afford you. I am
Your most afft Brother
W. PITT.
My Love to Kitty and Harriot. I cou'd not write to all and you are
the only one I was sure to find.
I write this Post to Skew; if he is not in Town, enquire at his
Lodgings for ye letter and send it. I hope my Brother reced my
Letter.[61]
The next letter leaves him at Besançon, the ancient capital of
Franche-Comté, wrested from the Spaniards in 1678, and now become a
French fortress, famous for its silver watches. Here Pitt loses his
heart.
_Besancon. June the 5: 1733. N.S._
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