Instead of such an answer as such a remonstrance deserved, a very prudent reply was made.  The King approved the idea of a comprehensive Administration:  he desired to unite the hearts of all his subjects:  he meant to exclude men of no denomination attached to his person and government; it was such a Ministry that he intended to appoint.  When his Lordship should have formed a plan on such views, his Majesty would be ready to receive it from him.  The great statesman was wofully puzzled on receiving this message.  However, he has summoned his new allies to assist in composing a scheme or list.  When they bring it, how they will bring it formed, or whether they will ever bring it, the Lord knows.  There the matter rests at present.  If the Marquis does not alter his tone, he sinks for ever, and from being the head of a separate band, he must fall into the train of Grenville, the man whom he and his friends opposed on all the arbitrary acts of that Ministry, and whom they have irremissibly offended by repealing his darling Stamp Act. Apropos, America is pacified, and the two factions cannot join to fish in troubled waters, there, at least.

Lord Clive[1] is arrived, has brought a million for himself, two diamond drops worth twelve thousand pounds for the Queen, a scimitar dagger, and other matters, covered with brilliants, for the King, and worth twenty-four thousand more.  These baubles are presents from the deposed and imprisoned Mogul, whose poverty can still afford to give such bribes.  Lord Clive refused some overplus, and gave it to some widows of officers:  it amounted to ninety thousand pounds.  He has reduced the appointments of the Governor of Bengal to thirty-two thousand pounds a year; and, what is better, has left such a chain of forts and distribution of troops as will entirely secure possession of the country—­till we lose it.  Thus having composed the Eastern and Western worlds, we are at leisure to kick and cuff for our own little island, which is great satisfaction; and I don’t doubt but my Lord Temple hopes that we shall be so far engaged before France and Spain are ripe to meddle with us, that when they do come, they will not be able to re-unite us.

[Footnote 1:  It is hardly necessary to point out that this is the taker of Arcot, the victor of Plassey, and even now second to none but Warren Hastings in the splendid roll of Governors-General.]

Don’t let me forget to tell you, that of all the friends you have shot flying, there is no one whose friendship for you is so little dead as Lord Hillsborough’s.  He spoke to me earnestly about your Riband the other day, and said he had pressed to have it given to you.  Write and thank him.  You have missed one by Lord Clive’s returning alive, unless he should give a hamper of diamonds for the Garter.

Well!  I have remembered every point but one—­and see how he is forgotten!  Lord Chatham!  He was pressed to come forth and set the Administration on its legs again.  He pleaded total incapacity; grew worse and grows better.  Oh! how he ought to dread recovering!