of
Charles, as to that"; and goes on in this style till the whole room
is in a laugh.

But now I have a story to tell you of his Grace the Duke of
Richmond.(205) Lord Rawdon, I hear, came over from Ireland for no
earthly reason but to oblige his Grace to a recantation of what he
had said in the H(ouse) of L(ords) about Haines. He wrote to him
here a very civil but a very peremptory letter, and at last Lord
Ligonier(206) went to him, at Lord Rawdon's request, with the words
wrote down which his Grace was to use, on his subject. At first the
Duke hesitated, but Lord L. said that he recommended it to him to
read it over carefully, and then decide; that he was limited as to
time, and hinted that, upon a refusal, he should be obliged to come
with another message. The Duke complied very judiciously, and a
speech was made accordingly; and Lord Huntingdon was present, and
heard justice done to his relation. The Duke was conscious of the
part which he was forced to take by what he said to Lord Lothian and
to Lord Amhurst; and this, as I am told, is the third time that his
Grace has been compelled to make these amendes honorables. I am glad
to have heard this, because so much mechancete deserves this
humiliation. It may be that in telling me the story, it was
aggravated, but I believe the fond of it to be true, and that his
Grace deserves this and ten times more, and so probably Mr. Bates
will directly or indirectly let him know.

Saturday morning.--Mr. Walpole came to me last night, as
George and I were playing together at whist with two dummies (for
Mie Mie and Mrs. W(ebb) were gone to her dancing academy), and he
stayed with me till near eleven; so I was obliged, finding it so
late, only to scrawl out three words to let you know that the little
boy was quite well. . . .

I do not find upon discourse anything exaggerated in the least in
regard to his Grace. Lord L(igonier), to those to whom he chooses to
talk upon this subject, is very explicit, and from these I had it.
It was the same with Mr. Clavering and Colonel Cunning(ham). Now for
the Address. I saw all these brouillons and their adherents go by;
that starved weasel, Charles Turner, in his coach, grinning and
squinting: Wilkes(207) in his; Charles F(ox) and Ossory, laughing in
Charles's chariot, a gorge deployee. They were not detained long.
The King beheld them come up the room with a very steady
countenance, and one which expressed a good deal of firmne