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<h2> 1759-1765 </h2>
<p>LETTER CCXXXVII</p>
<p>LONDON, New-year's Day, 1759</p>
<p>MY DEAR FRIEND: 'Molti e felici', and I have done upon that subject, one
truth being fair, upon the most lying day in the whole year.</p>
<p>I have now before me your last letter of the 21st December, which I am
glad to find is a bill of health: but, however, do not presume too much
upon it, but obey and honor your physician, "that thy days may be long in
the land."</p>
<p>Since my last, I have heard nothing more concerning the ribband; but I
take it for granted it will be disposed of soon. By the way, upon
reflection, I am not sure that anybody but a knight can, according to
form, be employed to make a knight. I remember that Sir Clement Cotterel
was sent to Holland, to dub the late Prince of Orange, only because he was
a knight himself; and I know that the proxies of knights, who cannot
attend their own installations, must always be knights. This did not occur
to me before, and perhaps will not to the person who was to recommend you:
I am sure I will not stir it; and I only mention it now, that you may be
in all events prepared for the disappointment, if it should happen.</p>
<p>G——-is exceedingly flattered with your account, that three
thousand of his countrymen; all as little as himself, should be thought a
sufficient guard upon three-and-twenty thousand of all the nations in
Europe; not that he thinks himself, by any means, a little man, for when
he would describe a tall handsome man, he raises himself up at least half
an inch to represent him.</p>
<p>The private news from Hamburg is, that his Majesty's Resident there is
woundily in love with Madame———-; if this be true, God
send him, rather than her, a good DELIVERY! She must be 'etrennee' at this
season, and therefore I think you should be so too: so draw upon me as
soon as you please, for one hundred pounds.</p>
<p>Here is nothing new, except the unanimity with which the parliament gives
away a dozen of millions sterling; and the unanimity of the public is as
great in approving of it, which has stifled the usual political and
polemical argumentations.</p>
<p>Cardinal Bernis's disgrace is as sudden, and hitherto as little
understood, as his elevation was. I have seen his poems, printed at Paris,
not by a friend, I dare say; and to judge by them, I humbly conceive his
Eminency is a p——-y. I will say nothing of that excellent
headpiece that made him and unmade him in the same month, except O KING,
LIVE FOREVER.</p>
<p>Good-night to you, whoever you pass it with.</p>
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<h2> LETTER CCXXXVIII </h2>
<h3> LONDON, February 2, 1759 </h3>
<p>MY DEAR FRIEND: I am now (what I have very seldom been) two letters in
your debt: the reason was, that my head, like many other heads, has
frequently taken a wrong turn; in which case, writing is painful to me,
and therefore cannot be very pleasant to my readers.</p>
<p>I wish you would (while you have so good an opportunity as you have at
Hamburg) make yourself perfectly master of that dull but very useful
knowledge, the course of exchange, and the causes of its almost perpetual
variations; the value and relation of different coins, the specie, the
banco, usances, agio, and a thousand other particulars. You may with ease
learn, and you will be very glad when you have learned them; for, in your
business, that sort of knowledge will often prove necessary.</p>
<p>I hear nothing more of Prince Ferdinand's garter: that he will have one is
very certain; but when, I believe, is very uncertain; all the other
postulants wanting to be dubbed at the same time, which cannot be, as
there is not ribband enough for them.</p>
<p>If the Russians move in time, and in earnest, there will be an end of our
hopes and of our armies in Germany: three such mill-stones as Russia,
France, and Austria, must, sooner or later, in the course of the year,
grind his Prussian Majesty down to a mere MARGRAVE of Brandenburg. But I
have always some hopes of a change under a 'Gunarchy'—[Derived from
the Greek word 'Iuvn' a woman, and means female government]—where
whim and humor commonly prevail, reason very seldom, and then only by a
lucky mistake.</p>
<p>I expect the incomparable fair one of Hamburg, that prodigy of beauty, and
paragon of good sense, who has enslaved your mind, and inflamed your
heart. If she is as well 'etrennee' as you say she shall, you will be soon
out of her chains; for I have, by long experience, found women to be like
Telephus's spear, if one end kills, the other cures.</p>
<p>There never was so quiet, nor so silent a session of parliament as the
present; Mr. Pitt declares only what he would have them do, and they do it
'nemine contradicente', Mr. Viner only expected.</p>
<p>Duchess Hamilton is to be married, to-morrow, to Colonel Campbell, the son
of General Campbell, who will some day or other be Duke of Argyle, and
have the estate. She refused the Duke of B——-r for him.</p>
<p>Here is a report, but I believe a very groundless one, that your old
acquaintance, the fair Madame C———e, is run away from
her husband, with a jeweler, that 'etrennes' her, and is come over here;
but I dare say it is some mistake, or perhaps a lie. Adieu! God bless you!</p>
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