the House till near 12, so went
into my room, and soon after to bed, but I slept well. For I had
heard of them. They were all, I tell you, before 12 in my parlour,
eating cake and chattering, and talking the whole farce over, comme
a la grille du convent. I can at present tell you no more, but I was
impatient to begin my letter a cette heure; j'ai en quelque facon
satisfait a mon envie. I shall embark at eleven for Isleworth, and
hope with a fair wind to land at Campbell-ford stairs in ten minutes
after. From thence I will finish my letter. I shall there have the
whole en detail. The Prince and the Duke of Q. were expected, but I
heard from my servants nothing of them.

Il fait un lien beau tems; c'est quelque chose. It has come late,
and to make us only a short visit I suppose, and to tell us that we
shall have a better autumn than we have had a summer; no courtier
cajoles one like a fine day. Yesterday was a fine day also, and I
completed, as they call it, my seventy-first year. I dined at your
sister's.(289) Mr. Campbell and Car and Mie Mie were to have been of
the party; they had an apology to make, I had none. 71 is not an age
to Barrymoriser. There were only Mr. Woodcock and his wife. I met on
my return their Majesties, que j'ai salues; and so ended my day.

(288) Richard Barry, seventh Earl of Barrymore (1769-1793). Lord
Barrymore was brilliant, eccentric, and dissipated, and in his short
life he managed to spend 300,000 pounds and encumber his estates. He
gambled, owned racehorses and rode them, played cricket, and hunted.
He had a strong taste for the stage. At Wargrave-on-Thames he had a
private theatre adjoining his house, and liked to make up companies
with a mixture of amateurs and professionals. He is the prototype of
many modern and aristocratic spendthrifts. He was killed by an
accident when he seemed about to be giving up his wild career for a.
more useful life. He accepted a commission in the Berkshire Militia
and threw himself into his work with characteristic zest. When
escorting some French prisoners near Dover, the gun which was in his
carriage accidentally exploded and wounded him fatally. (See "The
Last Earls of Barrymore," by J. R. Robinson, London, 1894.)

(289) Lady Louisa Leveson-Gower, married to Sir Archibald Macdonald
in 1777. She died 1827.

(1790, Aug. 12,) one o'clock, Richmond.--I have been at Isleworth. I
found Car very well, and at her painting, with the Italico Anglico
artis