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 Join us as we delve into these valuable historical documents, brought to life by Barbara2.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 nineteen of Horace Wappole's Letters a selection. This is
a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
Political Changes, Lord George Gordon High Play how the East
India Company extends its dominions Tis a Horace Man's Strawberry Hill,
(00:21):
February sixth, seventeen eighty. I write only when I have
facts to send detached scenes. They have been in different provinces.
They will be collected soon into a drama in Saint
Stephen's Chapel. One or two and twenty counties and two
or three towns have voted petitions. But in Northamptonshire Lord
(00:45):
Spencer was disappointed and a very moderate petition was ordered.
The same happened at Carlisle. At first the court was
struck dumb, but have begun to rally. Counter protests have
been signed in Hartford and Huntingtonshires, in Surrey and Sussex.
Last Wednesday, a meeting was summoned in Westminster Hall. Charles
(01:10):
Fox harangued the people finally and warmly, and not only
a petition was voted, but he was proposed for a
candidate for that city at the next general election and
was accepted joyfully. Wilkes was his zealous advocate. How few
years since a public breakfast was given at Holland House
(01:34):
to support Colonel Luttal against Wilkes. Charles Fox and his
brother Rode thence at the head of their friends to Brentford.
Ovid's metamorphoses contains not stranger transformations than party can work.
I must introduce a new actor to you. A Lord
(01:57):
George Gordon metamorphosed little too, for his family were Jacobites
and Roman Catholics. He is the little Burn of the
Scottish Presbyterians, an apostle against the Papists. He dresses, that is,
where's long lank hair about his shoulders like the first Methodists,
(02:19):
though I take the modern ones to be no anti Catholics.
This mad lord, for so will his family have been
to and are, has likewise assumed the patronage of Ireland.
Last Thursday. He asked an audience of the King, and
the moment he was admitted into the closet, began reading
an Irish pamphlet and continued for an hour till it
(02:42):
was so dark he could not see, and then left
the pamphlet, exacting a promise on royal honor that his
Majesty would finish it. Were I on the throne, I
would make doctor Munroe a groom of my bed chamber.
Indeed been necessary for some time for of the king's lords.
(03:04):
Lord Bullingbrooke is in a madhouse, and Lord Pomfret of
my nephew ought to be there. The last, being fond
of onions, has laid the distributed bushels of that route
to his militia. Mister Wyndham will not be surprised by
the tenor of the petitions. You would think we were starving.
(03:27):
Yet there is a little coin stirring within this week
there has been a cast that hazarded the cocoa tree,
the difference of which amounted to ane hundred and four
score thousand pounds. Mister O'Byrne, an Irish gamester, had won
one hundred thousand pounds of a young mister Harvey of Chigwell,
just started from a midshipman into an estate by his
(03:49):
elder brother's death. A Byrne said, you can never pay me.
I can, said the youth. My estate will sell for
the debt. No, said I will win ten thousand. You
shall throw for the odd ninety they did, and Harvey won. However,
(04:10):
as it is a little necessary to cast about for resources,
it has just got abroad that about a year ago
we took possession of a trifling district that India called
the province of Aud, which contains four millions of inhabitants,
produces between three and four millions of revenue, and has
an army of thirty thousand men. It was scarce thought
(04:31):
of consequence enough to deserve an article in the newspapers.
If you are so old style as to ask how
we came to take possession, I answer by the new
law of nations, by the law by which Poland was divided.
You'll find it in the future editions of Grotius see
(04:51):
Interre a Alabien Sean's des Grands France Aud appertained by
that very law to the late suited. His successors were
weak men, which in India is incapacity. Their majesties, the
East India Company, whom God Long preserves, succeeded. This petty
(05:13):
event has ascertained the existence of a certain being. Until
now had not been much more than a matter of
faith the Grand Lama. There is some affairs of trade
between the Sovereigns of Oured and his Holiness the Lama,
to not imagine the East India Company have leisure to
trouble their heads about religion. Their commanding officer corresponded with
(05:37):
the Tartar Pope, who it seems this a very sensible man.
The Attorney General asked this officer, who has come over?
How the Lama wrote? Oh, said he like any person.
Could I see his letters, said mister Wedderburn. On my word,
said the officer. When the business was settled, I threw
(05:59):
them the fire. However, I hear that somebody not quite
so Mercantile has published one of the Alama's letters in the
Philosophical Transactions. Well, when we break in Europe, we may
pack up and remove to India and be empress again.
(06:20):
Tired alike of society and politics? Whose harras Man, Berkeley Square,
March of third, seventeen eighty I have told you that
politics absorb all private news. I'm going to a ball
this evening, which the Duke and Ducchess of Bolton give
to their Royal Highnesses of Gloucester, who have now a
(06:41):
very numerous court. It seems very improper to me to
be at a ball but you see that, on the contrary,
it is propriety that carries me thither. I'm heartily weary,
both of diversions and politics, and a more than half
incline to retire to strawberry. I have renounced dining abroad
(07:02):
and hide myself as much as I can. But can
one pin on one's breast a label to signify that
the one is sensible a being with zusulum in constitution,
one must sometimes be seen in a crowd, or such
and such reasons. I do often exaggerate my please of
bad health, and could I live entirely alone, would proclaim
(07:26):
myself incurable. But shall one repent one becomes ridiculous by
returning to the world, or one must have a companion
which I never will have, or one opens a door
to legates. If one advertises ill health, well, I must
act with as much common sense as I can. And
(07:47):
when one takes no part, one must temper one's conduct.
And when the world is too young for one, not
shock it or contradict it, nor fix a peculiar character,
but trust to its indifference, for not drawing notice when
one does not desire to be noticed. Rabelais is they
(08:08):
Sikutu Voudra is not very difficult where one wishes to
do nothing. I've always been offended at those who will
belong to a world with which they have nothing to do.
I have perceived that every age has not only a
new language and new modes, but a new way of articulating.
(08:31):
At first I thought myself grown deaf when with young people,
but perceived that I understood my contemporaries, though they whispered well.
I must go amongst those I do not comprehend so well,
but shall leave them when they go to supper. The
Gordon riots to Sahara's Man Strawberry Hill during the fifth
(08:54):
seventeen eighty. The Jack of Leiden of the Age, Lord
George Gordon, gave notice to the House of Commons last
week that he would on Friday bring in the petition
of the Protestant Association, and he openly declared to his
disciples that he would not carry it unless a noble
army of martyrs, not fewer than forty thousand would accompany him.
(09:19):
Forty thousand led by such a lamb were more likely
to prove butchers than victims, and so in good truth
they were very near being have you faith enough for
me to believe that the sole precaution taken was that
the Cabinet Council on Thursday empowered the First Lord of
the Treasury to give proper orders to the civil magistrates
(09:39):
to keep the peace, and his lordship forgot it. Early
on Friday morning, the Conservators of the Church of England
assembled in Saint George's Fields to encounter the Dragon the
Old Serpent, and marched in lines of six and six
about thirteen thousand and only as they were computed with
(10:02):
a petition as long as the procession which the Apostle
himself presented. But though he had given out most Christian
injunctions for peaceable behavior, he did everything in his power
to promote a massacre. He demanded immediatory peal of toleration,
told Lord North he would have him torn to pieces,
(10:24):
and running every minute to the door or windows, bawled
to the populace that Lord North would give them no redress,
and that now this member, now that was speaking against them.
In the meantime, the peers, going to their own chamber
and as yet not concerned in the petition, were assaulted.
Many of their glasses were broken in many of their
(10:45):
persons torn out of the carriages. Lord Boston was thrown
down and almost trampled to death, and the two Secretaries
of State, the Master of the Ordnance and Lord Willoughby,
were stripped of their bags whigs, and the three first
came into the house with their hair all disheveled. The
(11:06):
chariots of Sir George Savell and Charles Turner, two leading
advocates of the Late Toleration, though in opposition, were demolished,
and the Duke of Richmond and Burke would announce to
the mob as proper objects for sacrifice. Lord Marn labored
to pacify the tempest, and towards eight and nine prevailed
(11:28):
on so many to disperse that the lords rose and
departed in quiet, But every avenue to the other house
was besieged and blockaded, and for four hours they kept
their doors locked, though some of the warmest members proposed
to sally out sword in hand and cut their way.
(11:49):
Lord North and that House behaved with great firmness, and
would not submit to give any other satisfaction to the
writers than to consent to take the popish laws into
consideration on the following tyears day, and calling the Justices
of the peace empowered them to call out the whole
force of the county to quell the riot. The magistrates
(12:11):
soon brought the horse and foot guards, and the pious
ragamuffins soon fled. So little enthusiasm, fortunately had inspired them.
At least all their religion consisted an outrage and plunder.
For the Duke of Northumberland, General Grant, Mister Mackenzie and
others had their pockets picked up, their watchers at snuffboxes.
(12:34):
Happily not a single life was lost. This tumult, which
was over between nine and ten at night, had scarce
ceased before it broke out into other quarters. Old Haslang's
chapel at the Bavarian Embassy was broken open and plundered,
and as he is a prince of smugglers as well
(12:54):
as Bavarian minister, great quantities of run tea and contraver
goods were found in his house. This one cannot lament.
And still less as the old wretch has for these
forty years observed a hired house, and though the proprietor
for many years has offered to remit his areas of rent,
(13:15):
he will neither quit the house nor pay for it.
Monsieur Cordon, the Sardinian minister, suffered still more. The mob
forced his chapel, stole two silver lamps, demolished everything else,
through the benches into the street, set them on fire,
carried the brands into the chapel and set fire to that.
(13:36):
And when the engines came, would not suffer them to
play till the guards arrived and saved the house and
probably all that part of the town. Poor Madame Cordon
was confined by illness. My cousin Thomas Wallpole, who lives
in Lincoln's Inn Fields, went to her rescue and dragged her,
for she could scarce stand with terror and weakness, to
(13:59):
his own house. I doube this narrative will not reapproach you,
and mister Wyndham, I have received yours of the twentieth
of last month. You will be indignant that such a
mad dog as the Lord George should not be knocked
on the head. Colonel Murray did tell him in the
(14:19):
house that if any lives were lost, his lordship should
join the number. Nor yet is he so lunatic as
to deserve pity. Besides being very debauched, he has more
knavery than mission. What will be decided on him. I
do not know every man that hurt him can convict
(14:39):
him of the worst kind of sedition. But it is
dangerous to constitute a rascal a martyr. I trust we
have not much wholly fury left. I am persuaded that
there was far more dissoluteness than enthusiasm in the mob,
and yet the episode is very disagreeable. I came from
(15:01):
town yesterday to avoid the birthday in Square Brackets, June
the fourth. We have a report here that the Papists
last night burnt a Presbyterian meeting house, but I credit
nothing now on the first report. It was said to
be intended on Saturday, and the guards patrol the streets
at night. But it is very likely that Saint George
(15:23):
Gordon spread the insinuation himself. My letter cannot set out
before to morrow. Therefore I will postpone the conclusion. In
the meantime, I must scold you very seriously for the
cameo you have sent me By mister Maurice. This house
is full of your presence and of my blushes. I
(15:46):
love any one of them as an earnest of your friendship,
but I hate so many you force upon me. An
air most contrary to my disposition. I cannot thank you
for your kindness. I entreated you to see in me
nothing more. You leave me no alternative but to seem
interested or ungrateful. I can only check your generosity by
(16:10):
being brutal. If I had a grain of power, I
would affront you and call your presents bribes. I never
gave you anything but a coffee pot. If I could
buy a diamond as big as the Collegular, and a
less would not be so valuable, I would send it you.
In one word, I will not accept the cameo unless
(16:33):
you give me a promise under your hand that it
shall be the last present you send me. I cannot
stir about in this house without your gifts staring me
in the face. Do you think I have no conscience?
Lipsus sixth It is not true that a meeting house
has been burnt. I believe a popish chapel in the
(16:56):
city has been attacked. And they talk here of some
disturbance ye yesterday, which is probable, for when grace, robbery
and mischief making alliance, they do not like to give over.
But ten miles from the spot are a thousand from truth.
My letter must go to town before night or be
too late for the post. If you do not hear
(17:17):
from me again immediately, you'll be sure that this woorask
has subsided. Thursday the eighth, I'm exceedingly vexed. I sent
this letter to Berkeley Square on Tuesday, but by the
present confusions, my servant did not receive it in time.
I came myself yesterday and found a horrible scene. Lord
(17:41):
Mansfield House was just burnt down, and at night there
were shocking disorders. London and Southwark were on fire in
six places. But the regular troops quelled this edition by daybreak,
and everything now is quiet. A camp of ten thousand
men is formed in Hyde Park, and regiments of horse
and foot arrive every hour. Friday morn ninth, all has
(18:07):
been quiet to night. I am going to Strawberry for
a little rest. Your nephew told me last night that
he sends you constant journals just now. End of section
nineteen
Section nineteen of Horace Wappole's Letters a selection. This is
a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
Political Changes, Lord George Gordon High Play how the East
India Company extends its dominions Tis a Horace Man's Strawberry Hill,
(00:21):
February sixth, seventeen eighty. I write only when I have
facts to send detached scenes. They have been in different provinces.
They will be collected soon into a drama in Saint
Stephen's Chapel. One or two and twenty counties and two
or three towns have voted petitions. But in Northamptonshire Lord
(00:45):
Spencer was disappointed and a very moderate petition was ordered.
The same happened at Carlisle. At first the court was
struck dumb, but have begun to rally. Counter protests have
been signed in Hartford and Huntingtonshires, in Surrey and Sussex.
Last Wednesday, a meeting was summoned in Westminster Hall. Charles
(01:10):
Fox harangued the people finally and warmly, and not only
a petition was voted, but he was proposed for a
candidate for that city at the next general election and
was accepted joyfully. Wilkes was his zealous advocate. How few
years since a public breakfast was given at Holland House
(01:34):
to support Colonel Luttal against Wilkes. Charles Fox and his
brother Rode thence at the head of their friends to Brentford.
Ovid's metamorphoses contains not stranger transformations than party can work.
I must introduce a new actor to you. A Lord
(01:57):
George Gordon metamorphosed little too, for his family were Jacobites
and Roman Catholics. He is the little Burn of the
Scottish Presbyterians, an apostle against the Papists. He dresses, that is,
where's long lank hair about his shoulders like the first Methodists,
(02:19):
though I take the modern ones to be no anti Catholics.
This mad lord, for so will his family have been
to and are, has likewise assumed the patronage of Ireland.
Last Thursday. He asked an audience of the King, and
the moment he was admitted into the closet, began reading
an Irish pamphlet and continued for an hour till it
(02:42):
was so dark he could not see, and then left
the pamphlet, exacting a promise on royal honor that his
Majesty would finish it. Were I on the throne, I
would make doctor Munroe a groom of my bed chamber.
Indeed been necessary for some time for of the king's lords.
(03:04):
Lord Bullingbrooke is in a madhouse, and Lord Pomfret of
my nephew ought to be there. The last, being fond
of onions, has laid the distributed bushels of that route
to his militia. Mister Wyndham will not be surprised by
the tenor of the petitions. You would think we were starving.
(03:27):
Yet there is a little coin stirring within this week
there has been a cast that hazarded the cocoa tree,
the difference of which amounted to ane hundred and four
score thousand pounds. Mister O'Byrne, an Irish gamester, had won
one hundred thousand pounds of a young mister Harvey of Chigwell,
just started from a midshipman into an estate by his
(03:49):
elder brother's death. A Byrne said, you can never pay me.
I can, said the youth. My estate will sell for
the debt. No, said I will win ten thousand. You
shall throw for the odd ninety they did, and Harvey won. However,
(04:10):
as it is a little necessary to cast about for resources,
it has just got abroad that about a year ago
we took possession of a trifling district that India called
the province of Aud, which contains four millions of inhabitants,
produces between three and four millions of revenue, and has
an army of thirty thousand men. It was scarce thought
(04:31):
of consequence enough to deserve an article in the newspapers.
If you are so old style as to ask how
we came to take possession, I answer by the new
law of nations, by the law by which Poland was divided.
You'll find it in the future editions of Grotius see
(04:51):
Interre a Alabien Sean's des Grands France Aud appertained by
that very law to the late suited. His successors were
weak men, which in India is incapacity. Their majesties, the
East India Company, whom God Long preserves, succeeded. This petty
(05:13):
event has ascertained the existence of a certain being. Until
now had not been much more than a matter of
faith the Grand Lama. There is some affairs of trade
between the Sovereigns of Oured and his Holiness the Lama,
to not imagine the East India Company have leisure to
trouble their heads about religion. Their commanding officer corresponded with
(05:37):
the Tartar Pope, who it seems this a very sensible man.
The Attorney General asked this officer, who has come over?
How the Lama wrote? Oh, said he like any person.
Could I see his letters, said mister Wedderburn. On my word,
said the officer. When the business was settled, I threw
(05:59):
them the fire. However, I hear that somebody not quite
so Mercantile has published one of the Alama's letters in the
Philosophical Transactions. Well, when we break in Europe, we may
pack up and remove to India and be empress again.
(06:20):
Tired alike of society and politics? Whose harras Man, Berkeley Square,
March of third, seventeen eighty I have told you that
politics absorb all private news. I'm going to a ball
this evening, which the Duke and Ducchess of Bolton give
to their Royal Highnesses of Gloucester, who have now a
(06:41):
very numerous court. It seems very improper to me to
be at a ball but you see that, on the contrary,
it is propriety that carries me thither. I'm heartily weary,
both of diversions and politics, and a more than half
incline to retire to strawberry. I have renounced dining abroad
(07:02):
and hide myself as much as I can. But can
one pin on one's breast a label to signify that
the one is sensible a being with zusulum in constitution,
one must sometimes be seen in a crowd, or such
and such reasons. I do often exaggerate my please of
bad health, and could I live entirely alone, would proclaim
(07:26):
myself incurable. But shall one repent one becomes ridiculous by
returning to the world, or one must have a companion
which I never will have, or one opens a door
to legates. If one advertises ill health, well, I must
act with as much common sense as I can. And
(07:47):
when one takes no part, one must temper one's conduct.
And when the world is too young for one, not
shock it or contradict it, nor fix a peculiar character,
but trust to its indifference, for not drawing notice when
one does not desire to be noticed. Rabelais is they
(08:08):
Sikutu Voudra is not very difficult where one wishes to
do nothing. I've always been offended at those who will
belong to a world with which they have nothing to do.
I have perceived that every age has not only a
new language and new modes, but a new way of articulating.
(08:31):
At first I thought myself grown deaf when with young people,
but perceived that I understood my contemporaries, though they whispered well.
I must go amongst those I do not comprehend so well,
but shall leave them when they go to supper. The
Gordon riots to Sahara's Man Strawberry Hill during the fifth
(08:54):
seventeen eighty. The Jack of Leiden of the Age, Lord
George Gordon, gave notice to the House of Commons last
week that he would on Friday bring in the petition
of the Protestant Association, and he openly declared to his
disciples that he would not carry it unless a noble
army of martyrs, not fewer than forty thousand would accompany him.
(09:19):
Forty thousand led by such a lamb were more likely
to prove butchers than victims, and so in good truth
they were very near being have you faith enough for
me to believe that the sole precaution taken was that
the Cabinet Council on Thursday empowered the First Lord of
the Treasury to give proper orders to the civil magistrates
(09:39):
to keep the peace, and his lordship forgot it. Early
on Friday morning, the Conservators of the Church of England
assembled in Saint George's Fields to encounter the Dragon the
Old Serpent, and marched in lines of six and six
about thirteen thousand and only as they were computed with
(10:02):
a petition as long as the procession which the Apostle
himself presented. But though he had given out most Christian
injunctions for peaceable behavior, he did everything in his power
to promote a massacre. He demanded immediatory peal of toleration,
told Lord North he would have him torn to pieces,
(10:24):
and running every minute to the door or windows, bawled
to the populace that Lord North would give them no redress,
and that now this member, now that was speaking against them.
In the meantime, the peers, going to their own chamber
and as yet not concerned in the petition, were assaulted.
Many of their glasses were broken in many of their
(10:45):
persons torn out of the carriages. Lord Boston was thrown
down and almost trampled to death, and the two Secretaries
of State, the Master of the Ordnance and Lord Willoughby,
were stripped of their bags whigs, and the three first
came into the house with their hair all disheveled. The
(11:06):
chariots of Sir George Savell and Charles Turner, two leading
advocates of the Late Toleration, though in opposition, were demolished,
and the Duke of Richmond and Burke would announce to
the mob as proper objects for sacrifice. Lord Marn labored
to pacify the tempest, and towards eight and nine prevailed
(11:28):
on so many to disperse that the lords rose and
departed in quiet, But every avenue to the other house
was besieged and blockaded, and for four hours they kept
their doors locked, though some of the warmest members proposed
to sally out sword in hand and cut their way.
(11:49):
Lord North and that House behaved with great firmness, and
would not submit to give any other satisfaction to the
writers than to consent to take the popish laws into
consideration on the following tyears day, and calling the Justices
of the peace empowered them to call out the whole
force of the county to quell the riot. The magistrates
(12:11):
soon brought the horse and foot guards, and the pious
ragamuffins soon fled. So little enthusiasm, fortunately had inspired them.
At least all their religion consisted an outrage and plunder.
For the Duke of Northumberland, General Grant, Mister Mackenzie and
others had their pockets picked up, their watchers at snuffboxes.
(12:34):
Happily not a single life was lost. This tumult, which
was over between nine and ten at night, had scarce
ceased before it broke out into other quarters. Old Haslang's
chapel at the Bavarian Embassy was broken open and plundered,
and as he is a prince of smugglers as well
(12:54):
as Bavarian minister, great quantities of run tea and contraver
goods were found in his house. This one cannot lament.
And still less as the old wretch has for these
forty years observed a hired house, and though the proprietor
for many years has offered to remit his areas of rent,
(13:15):
he will neither quit the house nor pay for it.
Monsieur Cordon, the Sardinian minister, suffered still more. The mob
forced his chapel, stole two silver lamps, demolished everything else,
through the benches into the street, set them on fire,
carried the brands into the chapel and set fire to that.
(13:36):
And when the engines came, would not suffer them to
play till the guards arrived and saved the house and
probably all that part of the town. Poor Madame Cordon
was confined by illness. My cousin Thomas Wallpole, who lives
in Lincoln's Inn Fields, went to her rescue and dragged her,
for she could scarce stand with terror and weakness, to
(13:59):
his own house. I doube this narrative will not reapproach you,
and mister Wyndham, I have received yours of the twentieth
of last month. You will be indignant that such a
mad dog as the Lord George should not be knocked
on the head. Colonel Murray did tell him in the
(14:19):
house that if any lives were lost, his lordship should
join the number. Nor yet is he so lunatic as
to deserve pity. Besides being very debauched, he has more
knavery than mission. What will be decided on him. I
do not know every man that hurt him can convict
(14:39):
him of the worst kind of sedition. But it is
dangerous to constitute a rascal a martyr. I trust we
have not much wholly fury left. I am persuaded that
there was far more dissoluteness than enthusiasm in the mob,
and yet the episode is very disagreeable. I came from
(15:01):
town yesterday to avoid the birthday in Square Brackets, June
the fourth. We have a report here that the Papists
last night burnt a Presbyterian meeting house, but I credit
nothing now on the first report. It was said to
be intended on Saturday, and the guards patrol the streets
at night. But it is very likely that Saint George
(15:23):
Gordon spread the insinuation himself. My letter cannot set out
before to morrow. Therefore I will postpone the conclusion. In
the meantime, I must scold you very seriously for the
cameo you have sent me By mister Maurice. This house
is full of your presence and of my blushes. I
(15:46):
love any one of them as an earnest of your friendship,
but I hate so many you force upon me. An
air most contrary to my disposition. I cannot thank you
for your kindness. I entreated you to see in me
nothing more. You leave me no alternative but to seem
interested or ungrateful. I can only check your generosity by
(16:10):
being brutal. If I had a grain of power, I
would affront you and call your presents bribes. I never
gave you anything but a coffee pot. If I could
buy a diamond as big as the Collegular, and a
less would not be so valuable, I would send it you.
In one word, I will not accept the cameo unless
(16:33):
you give me a promise under your hand that it
shall be the last present you send me. I cannot
stir about in this house without your gifts staring me
in the face. Do you think I have no conscience?
Lipsus sixth It is not true that a meeting house
has been burnt. I believe a popish chapel in the
(16:56):
city has been attacked. And they talk here of some
disturbance ye yesterday, which is probable, for when grace, robbery
and mischief making alliance, they do not like to give over.
But ten miles from the spot are a thousand from truth.
My letter must go to town before night or be
too late for the post. If you do not hear
(17:17):
from me again immediately, you'll be sure that this woorask
has subsided. Thursday the eighth, I'm exceedingly vexed. I sent
this letter to Berkeley Square on Tuesday, but by the
present confusions, my servant did not receive it in time.
I came myself yesterday and found a horrible scene. Lord
(17:41):
Mansfield House was just burnt down, and at night there
were shocking disorders. London and Southwark were on fire in
six places. But the regular troops quelled this edition by daybreak,
and everything now is quiet. A camp of ten thousand
men is formed in Hyde Park, and regiments of horse
and foot arrive every hour. Friday morn ninth, all has
(18:07):
been quiet to night. I am going to Strawberry for
a little rest. Your nephew told me last night that
he sends you constant journals just now. End of section
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