On his return he told his young friend of the portal and lodge in a great triumphal arch marking the entrance to the estate of His Lordship; of the mile long road to the big house straight as a gun barrel and smooth as a carpet; of the immense single oaks; of the artificial stream circling the front of the house and the beautiful bridge leading to its entrance; of the double flight of steps under the grand portico; of the great hall with its ceiling forty feet high, supported by fluted Corinthian columns of red-veined alabaster; of the rare old tapestries on a golden background in the saloon; of the immense corridors connecting the wings of the structure.  The dinner and its guests and its setting were calculated to impress the son of the Boston soap boiler who represented the important colonies in America.

Some of the best people were there—­Lord and Lady Cathcart, Lord and Lady Hyde, Lord and Lady Dartmouth.  Sir William Erskine, Sir Henry Clinton, Sir James Baird, Sir Benjamin Hare and their ladies were also present.  Doctor Franklin said that the punch was calculated to promote cheerfulness and high sentiment.  As was the custom at like functions, the ladies sat together at one end of the table.  Franklin being seated at the right of Lady Howe, who was most gracious and entertaining.  The first toast was to the venerable philosopher.

“My Ladies, Lords and gentlemen,” said the host, “we must look to our conduct in the presence of one who talked with Sir William Wyndham and was a visitor in the house of Sir Hans Sloane before we were born; whose tireless intellect has been a confidant of Nature, a playmate of the Lightning and an inventor of ingenious and useful things; whose wisdom has given to Philadelphia a public library, a work house, good paving, excellent schools, a protection against fire as efficient as any in the world and the best newspaper in the colonies.  Good health and long life to him and may his love of the old sod increase with his years.”

The toast was drunk with expressions of approval, and Franklin only arose and bowed and briefly spoke his acknowledgments in a single sentence, and then added: 

“Lord Howe can assure you that public men receive more praise and more blame than they really merit.  I have heard much said for and against Benjamin Franklin, but there could be no better testimony in his favor than the good opinion of Lord Howe, for which I can never cease to be grateful.  For years I have been weighing the evidence, and my verdict is that Franklin has meant well.”

He said to Jack that he felt the need of being “as discreet as a tombstone.”

A member of that party has told in his memoirs how he kept the ladies laughing with his merry jests.

“I see by The Observer they are going to open cod and whale fisheries in the great lakes of the Northwest,” Lady Howe said to him.

He answered very gently:  “Your Ladyship, has it never occurred to you that it would be a sublime spectacle to stand at the foot of the great falls of Niagara and see the whales leaping over them?”