July 27, 2025 • 18 mins
Immerse yourself in Georgian England as depicted through the charming and witty letters of Horace Walpole, the 4th Earl of Orford. An active participant and keen observer of social and political life, Walpoles letters offer a vivid snapshot of the era. Virginia Woolf described him as a man who could beautifully capture every gift and foible of his time - his long life reflecting a panorama of houses, friends, wars, snuff boxes, revolutions, and lap dogs, all playing out against the serene blue sky. Join us as we delve into these valuable historical documents, brought to life by Barbara2.
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Section thirteen of Horacefordpole's Letters a selection. This is a
liprivox recording on LibriVox recordings from the public domain. The
New Bath Guide and Swift's letters to George montagu Is
Squire's Strawberry Hill during the twentieth seventeen sixty six. I
don't know when I shall see you, but therefore must
(00:24):
not I write to you. Yet I have as little
to say as may be. I could cry through a
whole page over the bad weather. I have but a
lock of hay, you know, and I cannot get it
dry unless I bring it to the fire. I would
give half a crown for a penny word of sun.
It is abominable to be ruined in coals in the
(00:46):
middle of June. What pleasure have you to come? There
is a new thing published that will make you split
your sides with laughing. It is called the New Bath Guide.
It stole into the world, and for a fortnight no
soul looked into it, concluding its name was its true name?
(01:09):
No such thing. It is a set of letters in verse,
in all kind of verses, describing the life at Bath,
and incidentally everything else. But so much wit, so much humor, fun,
and poetry so much originality never met together before. Then
the man has a better ear than Dryden, or handle
(01:32):
a propos to Dryden. He has burlesqued his simp cecilia,
that you will never read it again without laughing. There
is a description of a Milliner's box in all the
tons of landscape, painted lawns and checkered shades. A Moravian
ode and a Methodist ditty that are incomparable and the
(01:56):
best names that ever were composed. I can say it
by heart, though a corto, and if I had time,
would write it you down, for it is not yet reprinted,
and not one to be had. There are two new volumes,
two of Swift's correspondents, that will not amuse you less
(02:18):
in another way, though abominable. But there are letters of
twenty persons now alive, fifty of Lady Betty Germain, one
that does her great honor, in which she defends her friend,
my Lady Suffolk, with all the spirit in the world,
against that brute who hated everybody that he hoped would
(02:39):
get him a miter, and did not. His own journal
sent to Stellar during the last two years of the
Queen is a fund of entertainment. You will see his
insolence in full colors, and at the same time, how
daily vain he was of being noticed by the ministers.
He affected to treat arrogance his panic at the Mohok
(03:03):
says comical. But what strikes one is bringing before one's
eyes the incidents of a curious period. He goes to
the rehearsal of Cato and says, the drab that acted
Kato's daughter could not say her part. This was only
Missus Oldfield. I was saying before George Selwyn that this
(03:28):
journal put me in mind. At the present time there
was the same indecision, irresolution and want of system. But
I added, there is nothing new under the sun, no,
said Selvin, nor under the grandson. My Lord Chesterfield has
done me much honor. He told missus Ann Pitt that
(03:51):
he would subscribe to any politics I should lay down.
When she repeated this to me, I said, pray, tell
him I have laid down politics. John Wesley to John
shoot a Squire Bath, October tenth, seventeen sixty six. My
health advances faster than my amusement. However, I have been
(04:16):
at one opera, mister Wesley's. They have boys and girls
with charming voices that sing hymns in parts to Scotch
ballad tunes, but indeed so long that one would think
they were already in eternity and knew how much time
they had before them. The chapel is very neat, with
(04:38):
true Gothic windows. Yet I am not converted, but I
was glad to see that luxury is creeping in upon
them before persecution. They have very neat mahogany stands for
branches and brackets of the same in taste. At the
upper end is a broad o pa of four steps
(04:59):
advancing in the middle. At each end of the broadest
part are two of my eagles, with red cushions for
the parson and clark. Behind them rise three more steps,
in the midst of which is a third eagle for pulpit,
scarlet armed chairs to all three on either hand a
(05:22):
balcony for elect ladies. The rest of the congregation sit
on forms behind the pit in a dark Kniche is
a plain table within rails, so you see the throne
is for the apostle. Wesley is a lean, elderly man,
fresh colored, his hair smoothly combed, but with a soup
(05:44):
song curl at the ends, wondrous, clean, but as evidently
an actor as Garrick. He spoke his sermon, but so
fast and with so little accent that I'm sure he
has often uttered it. For it was life like a lesson.
There were parts and eloquence in it, but towards the
(06:05):
end he exalted his voice and acted very ugly enthusiasm,
decried learning, and told stories like Latimer of the fool
of his college, who said, I thanks God for everything
except a few from curiosity and some honorable women. The
(06:26):
congregation was very mean. There was a Scotch countess a Buckan,
who was carrying a pure rosy vulgar face to heaven,
and who asked Miss Rich if that was the author
of the poets. I believe she meant me and the
noble authors. Lord Clive's returned from India to the horace
(06:49):
Man's Strawberry Hill to lie the twentieth seventeen sixty seven.
Lord Clive has arrived, has brought a million for himself
to two diamond drops worth twelve thousand pounds for the Queen,
a scimitar, dagger, and other matters covered with brilliance for
the King, and worth twenty four thousand more. These baubles
(07:14):
are presents from the deposed and imprisoned mogul, whose poverty
can still afford to give such bribes. Lord Clive refused
some overplus and gave it to some widows of officers.
It amounted to ninety thousand pounds. He has reduced the
appointments of the governor of ben Gall to thirty two
(07:36):
thousand pounds a year, and what is better, has left
such a chain of forts and distribution of troops as
will entirely secure possession of the country till we lose it. Thus,
having composed to the Eastern and Western worlds, we are
at leisure to kick and cuff for our own little island,
(07:57):
which is great satisfaction. And I don't doubt, but my
Lord Temple hopes that we shall be so far engaged
before France and Spain arrived to meddle with us, that
when they do come, they will not be able to
reunite us. Don't let me forget to tell you that
of all the friends you have shot flying, there is
(08:19):
no one whose friendship for you is so little dead
as Lord Hillsborough's. He spoke to me earnestly about your
ribbond the other day, and said he had pressed to
have a given to you. Write and thank him. You
have missed one by Lord Clive's returning alive, and this
you should give a hamper of diamonds for the Garter
(08:43):
Gray's new poems. A Glimpse of Boswell to mister Gray,
Arlington Street, February eighteen, seventeen sixty eight. You have sent
me a long and very obliging letter, and yet I
am extremely out of humor with you. I saw poems
by mister Gray advertised. I called directly at Dodsley's to
(09:07):
know if this was to me more than a new edition.
It was not that home himself, but his foreman told
me he thought there were some new pieces and notes
to the whole. It was very unkind, not only to
go out of town without mentioning them to me, without
showing them to me, but not to say a word
(09:29):
of them in this letter. Do you think I am
indifferent or not curious about what you write? I have
ceased to ask you because you have so long refused
to show me anything. You could not suppose. I thought
that you never write now, But I concluded you did
(09:49):
not intend at least yet to publish what you had written,
as you did intend it. I might have expected a
month's preference. You will do me the justice to own
that I had always rather have seen your writings than
have shown you mine, which you know are the most
hasty trifles in the world, and which, though I may
(10:12):
be fond of the subject when fresh, I constantly forget
in a very short time after they are published. This
would sound like affectation to others, but will not to you.
It would be effected even to you to say I
am indifferent to fame. I certainly am not. But I
(10:34):
am indifferent to almost anything I have done to acquire it. Ellipses,
pray read the new account of Corsica. What relates to
Pioli will amuse you much. There is a deal about
the island and its divisions that one does not care
a store for the author. Boswell is a strange being, and,
(10:59):
like Cambridge, has a rage of knowing anybody that ever
was talked of. He forced himself upon me at Paris
in spite of my teeth and my doors, and I
see has given a foolish account of all that he
could pick up from me. About King Theodore, he then
took an antipathy to me on Russe's account, abused me
(11:22):
in the newspapers, and exhorted Rousseau to do so too.
But as he came to see me no more, I
forgave all the rest. I see he is now a
little sick of Rousseau himself. But I hope it will
not cure him of his anger to me. However, his
(11:42):
book will, I am sure entertain you. Wilkes and Liberty
to the Horace, Man, Arlington Street, Thursday, March the thirty first,
seventy sixty eight. I have received your letter, with the
extract of that from mister mac kenzie. I do not
think any honors will be bestowed yet. The peerages are
(12:04):
all postponed to an indefinite time. If you are in
a violent hurry, you may petition the ghosts of your neighbors,
Masagnello and the Grachy. The spirit of one of them
walks here. Nay. I saw it go by my window
yesterday at noon in a Hackney chair Friday. I was
(12:27):
interrupted yesterday. The ghost is laid for a time in
a red sea of Port and Claret. The specter is
the famous Wilkes. He appeared the moment the Parliament was dissolved.
The ministry despise him. He stood for the City of
London and was the last on the pole of seven candidates,
(12:50):
none but the mob, and most of them without votes
favoring him. He then offered himself to the County of Middlesex.
The election came on last Monday. By five in the morning,
a very large body of weavers et cetera took possession
of Piccadilly and the roads and turnpike leading to Brentford,
(13:10):
and would suffer nobody to pass without blue cockades and
papers inscribed number forty five Wilkes and liberty. They tore
to pieces the coaches of Sir w Beech and Proctor
and mister Cook the other candidates, though the latter was
not there but in bed with the gout, and it
(13:31):
was with difficulty that Sir William and mister Cook's cousin
got to Brentford. There, however, Lester trib Be declared avoid election.
Wilkes had the sense to keep everything quiet, but about
five Wilkes, being considerably ahead of the other two, his
mob returned to town and behaved outrageously. They stopped every carriage,
(13:55):
scratched and spoilt several with writing all over them. Number
forty five pelted through dirt and stones, and forced everybody
to huszar for Wilkes. I did but cross Piccadilly at
eight in my coach with the French Monsieur Dongeux, whom
I was carrying to Lady Hartford's. They stopped us and
(14:18):
bid us Huzzar. I desired him to let down the
glass on his side, but as he was not alert,
they broke it to shatters. At night, they insisted in
several streets on houses being illuminated, and several scot refusing
had their windows broken. Another mob rose in the city
(14:43):
and Harley, the present mayor, being another Sir William Walworth,
and having acted formerly and now with great spirit against
Wilkes and the mansion house not being illuminated and he
out of town, they broke every window and tried to
forced their way into the house. The trained bands were
(15:04):
sent for but did not suffice. At last, a party
of guards from the tower and some lights erected dispersed
the tumult. At one in the morning, a riot began
before Lord Butte's house in Ordley Street. Though illuminated, they
flung two large flints into Lady Butte's chamber, who was
(15:25):
in bed, and broke every window in the house. Next morning,
Wilkes and Cook were returned members. The day was very quiet,
but at night they rose again and obliged almost every
house in town to be lighted up, even the Duke
of Cumberland's and Princess Amelia's. About one o'clock they marched
(15:50):
to the Duchess of Hamilton's and Argyle Buildings, Lord Lawn,
being in Scotland, she was obstinate and would not illuminate,
though with child and as they hope of an heir
to the family, and with the Duke, her son and
the rest of her children in the house. There is
a small court and parapet wall before the house. They
(16:13):
brought iron crows, tore down the gates, pulled up the pavement,
and battered the house for three hours. They could not
find the key of the back door or sent her
any assistance. The night before they had obliged the Duke
and Duchess of Northumberland to give them beer and to
appear at the windows and drink Wilkes's health. They stopped
(16:37):
and opened the coach of Count Siler and the Austrian ambassador,
who was made a formal complaint on which the Council
met on Wednesday night and were going to issue a proclamation,
but hearing that all was quiet and that only a
few houses were illuminated in Leicester Fields from the terror
of the inhabitants, a few constables were sent with orders
(16:59):
to extinguish the lights, and not the smallest disorder has
happened since. In short, it has ended like other election riots,
and with not a quarter of the mischief that has
been done in some other towns. There are, however, difficulties
to come. Wilkes has notified that he intends to surrender
(17:23):
himself to his outlawry the beginning of next term, which
comes on the seventeenth of this month. There is said
to be a flaw in the proceedings, in which case
his election will be good, though the King's Bench may
find or imprison him on his former sentence. In my
own opinion, the House of Commons is the place where
(17:44):
he can do least hurt, for he is a wretched
speaker and will sink to contempt like Admiral Vernon, who
are remembered just such an illuminated hero with two birthdays
in one year. He will say he can write better
than Vernon. True, and therefore his case is more desperate. Besides,
(18:07):
Vernon was rich, Wilkes is undone, and though he has
had great support, his patrons will be sick of maintaining him.
He must either sink to poverty and a jail, or
commit new excesses, for which you will get knocked on
the head. The Scotch are his implacable enemies. To a
(18:28):
man ORIENTSI cannot stop. Their histories are summed up in
two words, a triumph and an assassination. End of Section thirteen.
Section thirteen of Horacefordpole's Letters a selection. This is a
liprivox recording on LibriVox recordings from the public domain. The
New Bath Guide and Swift's letters to George montagu Is
Squire's Strawberry Hill during the twentieth seventeen sixty six. I
don't know when I shall see you, but therefore must
(00:24):
not I write to you. Yet I have as little
to say as may be. I could cry through a
whole page over the bad weather. I have but a
lock of hay, you know, and I cannot get it
dry unless I bring it to the fire. I would
give half a crown for a penny word of sun.
It is abominable to be ruined in coals in the
(00:46):
middle of June. What pleasure have you to come? There
is a new thing published that will make you split
your sides with laughing. It is called the New Bath Guide.
It stole into the world, and for a fortnight no
soul looked into it, concluding its name was its true name?
(01:09):
No such thing. It is a set of letters in verse,
in all kind of verses, describing the life at Bath,
and incidentally everything else. But so much wit, so much humor, fun,
and poetry so much originality never met together before. Then
the man has a better ear than Dryden, or handle
(01:32):
a propos to Dryden. He has burlesqued his simp cecilia,
that you will never read it again without laughing. There
is a description of a Milliner's box in all the
tons of landscape, painted lawns and checkered shades. A Moravian
ode and a Methodist ditty that are incomparable and the
(01:56):
best names that ever were composed. I can say it
by heart, though a corto, and if I had time,
would write it you down, for it is not yet reprinted,
and not one to be had. There are two new volumes,
two of Swift's correspondents, that will not amuse you less
(02:18):
in another way, though abominable. But there are letters of
twenty persons now alive, fifty of Lady Betty Germain, one
that does her great honor, in which she defends her friend,
my Lady Suffolk, with all the spirit in the world,
against that brute who hated everybody that he hoped would
(02:39):
get him a miter, and did not. His own journal
sent to Stellar during the last two years of the
Queen is a fund of entertainment. You will see his
insolence in full colors, and at the same time, how
daily vain he was of being noticed by the ministers.
He affected to treat arrogance his panic at the Mohok
(03:03):
says comical. But what strikes one is bringing before one's
eyes the incidents of a curious period. He goes to
the rehearsal of Cato and says, the drab that acted
Kato's daughter could not say her part. This was only
Missus Oldfield. I was saying before George Selwyn that this
(03:28):
journal put me in mind. At the present time there
was the same indecision, irresolution and want of system. But
I added, there is nothing new under the sun, no,
said Selvin, nor under the grandson. My Lord Chesterfield has
done me much honor. He told missus Ann Pitt that
(03:51):
he would subscribe to any politics I should lay down.
When she repeated this to me, I said, pray, tell
him I have laid down politics. John Wesley to John
shoot a Squire Bath, October tenth, seventeen sixty six. My
health advances faster than my amusement. However, I have been
(04:16):
at one opera, mister Wesley's. They have boys and girls
with charming voices that sing hymns in parts to Scotch
ballad tunes, but indeed so long that one would think
they were already in eternity and knew how much time
they had before them. The chapel is very neat, with
(04:38):
true Gothic windows. Yet I am not converted, but I
was glad to see that luxury is creeping in upon
them before persecution. They have very neat mahogany stands for
branches and brackets of the same in taste. At the
upper end is a broad o pa of four steps
(04:59):
advancing in the middle. At each end of the broadest
part are two of my eagles, with red cushions for
the parson and clark. Behind them rise three more steps,
in the midst of which is a third eagle for pulpit,
scarlet armed chairs to all three on either hand a
(05:22):
balcony for elect ladies. The rest of the congregation sit
on forms behind the pit in a dark Kniche is
a plain table within rails, so you see the throne
is for the apostle. Wesley is a lean, elderly man,
fresh colored, his hair smoothly combed, but with a soup
(05:44):
song curl at the ends, wondrous, clean, but as evidently
an actor as Garrick. He spoke his sermon, but so
fast and with so little accent that I'm sure he
has often uttered it. For it was life like a lesson.
There were parts and eloquence in it, but towards the
(06:05):
end he exalted his voice and acted very ugly enthusiasm,
decried learning, and told stories like Latimer of the fool
of his college, who said, I thanks God for everything
except a few from curiosity and some honorable women. The
(06:26):
congregation was very mean. There was a Scotch countess a Buckan,
who was carrying a pure rosy vulgar face to heaven,
and who asked Miss Rich if that was the author
of the poets. I believe she meant me and the
noble authors. Lord Clive's returned from India to the horace
(06:49):
Man's Strawberry Hill to lie the twentieth seventeen sixty seven.
Lord Clive has arrived, has brought a million for himself
to two diamond drops worth twelve thousand pounds for the Queen,
a scimitar, dagger, and other matters covered with brilliance for
the King, and worth twenty four thousand more. These baubles
(07:14):
are presents from the deposed and imprisoned mogul, whose poverty
can still afford to give such bribes. Lord Clive refused
some overplus and gave it to some widows of officers.
It amounted to ninety thousand pounds. He has reduced the
appointments of the governor of ben Gall to thirty two
(07:36):
thousand pounds a year, and what is better, has left
such a chain of forts and distribution of troops as
will entirely secure possession of the country till we lose it. Thus,
having composed to the Eastern and Western worlds, we are
at leisure to kick and cuff for our own little island,
(07:57):
which is great satisfaction. And I don't doubt, but my
Lord Temple hopes that we shall be so far engaged
before France and Spain arrived to meddle with us, that
when they do come, they will not be able to
reunite us. Don't let me forget to tell you that
of all the friends you have shot flying, there is
(08:19):
no one whose friendship for you is so little dead
as Lord Hillsborough's. He spoke to me earnestly about your
ribbond the other day, and said he had pressed to
have a given to you. Write and thank him. You
have missed one by Lord Clive's returning alive, and this
you should give a hamper of diamonds for the Garter
(08:43):
Gray's new poems. A Glimpse of Boswell to mister Gray,
Arlington Street, February eighteen, seventeen sixty eight. You have sent
me a long and very obliging letter, and yet I
am extremely out of humor with you. I saw poems
by mister Gray advertised. I called directly at Dodsley's to
(09:07):
know if this was to me more than a new edition.
It was not that home himself, but his foreman told
me he thought there were some new pieces and notes
to the whole. It was very unkind, not only to
go out of town without mentioning them to me, without
showing them to me, but not to say a word
(09:29):
of them in this letter. Do you think I am
indifferent or not curious about what you write? I have
ceased to ask you because you have so long refused
to show me anything. You could not suppose. I thought
that you never write now, But I concluded you did
(09:49):
not intend at least yet to publish what you had written,
as you did intend it. I might have expected a
month's preference. You will do me the justice to own
that I had always rather have seen your writings than
have shown you mine, which you know are the most
hasty trifles in the world, and which, though I may
(10:12):
be fond of the subject when fresh, I constantly forget
in a very short time after they are published. This
would sound like affectation to others, but will not to you.
It would be effected even to you to say I
am indifferent to fame. I certainly am not. But I
(10:34):
am indifferent to almost anything I have done to acquire it. Ellipses,
pray read the new account of Corsica. What relates to
Pioli will amuse you much. There is a deal about
the island and its divisions that one does not care
a store for the author. Boswell is a strange being, and,
(10:59):
like Cambridge, has a rage of knowing anybody that ever
was talked of. He forced himself upon me at Paris
in spite of my teeth and my doors, and I
see has given a foolish account of all that he
could pick up from me. About King Theodore, he then
took an antipathy to me on Russe's account, abused me
(11:22):
in the newspapers, and exhorted Rousseau to do so too.
But as he came to see me no more, I
forgave all the rest. I see he is now a
little sick of Rousseau himself. But I hope it will
not cure him of his anger to me. However, his
(11:42):
book will, I am sure entertain you. Wilkes and Liberty
to the Horace, Man, Arlington Street, Thursday, March the thirty first,
seventy sixty eight. I have received your letter, with the
extract of that from mister mac kenzie. I do not
think any honors will be bestowed yet. The peerages are
(12:04):
all postponed to an indefinite time. If you are in
a violent hurry, you may petition the ghosts of your neighbors,
Masagnello and the Grachy. The spirit of one of them
walks here. Nay. I saw it go by my window
yesterday at noon in a Hackney chair Friday. I was
(12:27):
interrupted yesterday. The ghost is laid for a time in
a red sea of Port and Claret. The specter is
the famous Wilkes. He appeared the moment the Parliament was dissolved.
The ministry despise him. He stood for the City of
London and was the last on the pole of seven candidates,
(12:50):
none but the mob, and most of them without votes
favoring him. He then offered himself to the County of Middlesex.
The election came on last Monday. By five in the morning,
a very large body of weavers et cetera took possession
of Piccadilly and the roads and turnpike leading to Brentford,
(13:10):
and would suffer nobody to pass without blue cockades and
papers inscribed number forty five Wilkes and liberty. They tore
to pieces the coaches of Sir w Beech and Proctor
and mister Cook the other candidates, though the latter was
not there but in bed with the gout, and it
(13:31):
was with difficulty that Sir William and mister Cook's cousin
got to Brentford. There, however, Lester trib Be declared avoid election.
Wilkes had the sense to keep everything quiet, but about
five Wilkes, being considerably ahead of the other two, his
mob returned to town and behaved outrageously. They stopped every carriage,
(13:55):
scratched and spoilt several with writing all over them. Number
forty five pelted through dirt and stones, and forced everybody
to huszar for Wilkes. I did but cross Piccadilly at
eight in my coach with the French Monsieur Dongeux, whom
I was carrying to Lady Hartford's. They stopped us and
(14:18):
bid us Huzzar. I desired him to let down the
glass on his side, but as he was not alert,
they broke it to shatters. At night, they insisted in
several streets on houses being illuminated, and several scot refusing
had their windows broken. Another mob rose in the city
(14:43):
and Harley, the present mayor, being another Sir William Walworth,
and having acted formerly and now with great spirit against
Wilkes and the mansion house not being illuminated and he
out of town, they broke every window and tried to
forced their way into the house. The trained bands were
(15:04):
sent for but did not suffice. At last, a party
of guards from the tower and some lights erected dispersed
the tumult. At one in the morning, a riot began
before Lord Butte's house in Ordley Street. Though illuminated, they
flung two large flints into Lady Butte's chamber, who was
(15:25):
in bed, and broke every window in the house. Next morning,
Wilkes and Cook were returned members. The day was very quiet,
but at night they rose again and obliged almost every
house in town to be lighted up, even the Duke
of Cumberland's and Princess Amelia's. About one o'clock they marched
(15:50):
to the Duchess of Hamilton's and Argyle Buildings, Lord Lawn,
being in Scotland, she was obstinate and would not illuminate,
though with child and as they hope of an heir
to the family, and with the Duke, her son and
the rest of her children in the house. There is
a small court and parapet wall before the house. They
(16:13):
brought iron crows, tore down the gates, pulled up the pavement,
and battered the house for three hours. They could not
find the key of the back door or sent her
any assistance. The night before they had obliged the Duke
and Duchess of Northumberland to give them beer and to
appear at the windows and drink Wilkes's health. They stopped
(16:37):
and opened the coach of Count Siler and the Austrian ambassador,
who was made a formal complaint on which the Council
met on Wednesday night and were going to issue a proclamation,
but hearing that all was quiet and that only a
few houses were illuminated in Leicester Fields from the terror
of the inhabitants, a few constables were sent with orders
(16:59):
to extinguish the lights, and not the smallest disorder has
happened since. In short, it has ended like other election riots,
and with not a quarter of the mischief that has
been done in some other towns. There are, however, difficulties
to come. Wilkes has notified that he intends to surrender
(17:23):
himself to his outlawry the beginning of next term, which
comes on the seventeenth of this month. There is said
to be a flaw in the proceedings, in which case
his election will be good, though the King's Bench may
find or imprison him on his former sentence. In my
own opinion, the House of Commons is the place where
(17:44):
he can do least hurt, for he is a wretched
speaker and will sink to contempt like Admiral Vernon, who
are remembered just such an illuminated hero with two birthdays
in one year. He will say he can write better
than Vernon. True, and therefore his case is more desperate. Besides,
(18:07):
Vernon was rich, Wilkes is undone, and though he has
had great support, his patrons will be sick of maintaining him.
He must either sink to poverty and a jail, or
commit new excesses, for which you will get knocked on
the head. The Scotch are his implacable enemies. To a
(18:28):
man ORIENTSI cannot stop. Their histories are summed up in
two words, a triumph and an assassination. End of Section thirteen.
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