universities; but, having no profession, nor testimonial to their characters, they can get no employment, and therefore live upon the public.  In short, the grievance is so crying, that one dare not stir out after dinner but well-armed.  If one goes abroad to dinner, you would think one was going to the relief of Gibraltar.  You may judge how depraved we are, when the war has not consumed half the reprobates, nor press-gangs thinned their numbers!  But no wonder—­how should the morals of the people be purified, when such frantic dissipation reigns above them?  Contagion does not mount, but descend.  A new theatre is going to be erected merely for people of fashion, that they may not be confined to vulgar hours—­that is, to day or night.  Fashion is always silly, for, before it can spread far, it must be calculated for silly people; as examples of sense, wit, or ingenuity could be imitated only by a few.  All the discoveries that I can perceive to have been made by the present age, is to prefer riding about the streets rather than on the roads or on the turf, and being too late for everything.  Thus, though we have more public diversions than would suffice for two capitals, nobody goes to them till they are over.  This is literally true.  Ranelagh, that is, the music there, finishes at half an hour after ten at night; but the most fashionable set out for it, though above a mile out of town, at eleven or later.  Well! but is not this censure being old and cross? were not the charming people of my youth guilty of equivalent absurdities?  Oh yes; but the sensible folks of my youth had not lost America, nor dipped us in wars with half Europe, that cost us fifteen millions a year.  I believe the Jews went to Ranelagh at midnight, though Titus was at Knightsbridge.  But Titus demolished their Ranelagh as well as Jerusalem.  Adieu!

FOX’S INDIA BILL—­BALLOONS.

TO SIR HORACE MANN.

BERKELEY SQUARE, Dec. 2, 1783.

...  Your nephew is in town, but confined by the gout.  I called on him, but did not see him; yet you may be very easy, for he expects to be abroad in a day or two.  I can make you as easy about another point, too; but, if you have not learnt it from him, do not take notice to him that you know it.  Mrs. Noel has informed me that his daughter’s treaty of marriage is broken off, and in a fortunate way.  The peer, father of the lover, obliged him to declare off; and Mrs. Noel says that your niece is in good spirits.  All this is just what one should have wished.  Your nephew has sent me a good and most curious print from you of the old Pretender’s marriage:  I never saw one before.  It is a great present to my collection of English portraits.  The Farnesian books I have not yet received, and have forgotten the name of the gentleman to whom you entrusted them, and must search among your letters for it; or, tell it me again.