So Lord C., I find, sets out to-day for N(aworth), and would not go to Wentworth.  I cannot wonder at his preference.  That you went is compliment enough, in my opinion.  I shall ask George, when I see him, if he had any hand in penning the Address to His R(oyal) H(ighness), or in the answer.  I shall desire also to know of him, if I am to approve of it.  All I know of the times is what I am informed of by the World, which perhaps, like other worlds, is full of lies.  It is equal to me; I am very little interested in it, at present; nay, if I was Argus, who by taking that title would make us believe that he saw and knew more, I should be only more satiated, and see more of what I dislike.

The French politics, as they move me less, suit me better; but of these I begin to be tired, and shall for my amusement revert to more ancient times.  The history of the Bourbons is become thread-bare, and their lustre too is extinguished, as suddenly as that of a farthing candle.  This Revolution is by no means unprecedented, but being transacted in our own times, and so near our own doors, strikes us the more forcibly.

To-morrow we shall go to town, and that, and the next day will be taken up in our preparatives.  It was not so formerly; an expedition was fitted out at a much less expense, and in a shorter time.  But a journey of above five hundred miles strikes us at present as a great undertaking.  But after we shall have left Barnet, I know much of this will vanish, and I shall think of nothing but of my gate, and of all whom I shall see in a few days after.  I will bring down the maps which you mention, and other things, if I knew which would be most acceptable to them, but as they will never tell me, I can but conjecture.

You do not say anything of the D(uke) of Y(ork); perhaps he was not well enough to be of all the parties.  We have here, for our pride, and amusement, the third brother,(267) who drives about in his phaeton, with his companion, bespeaks plays, and seems to have taken Richmond under his immediate patronage.  A report has been spread here that Mrs. F(itzherbert) has obtained leave to come and lodge at the next door.  I hope that that will not be the case, for her own sake, as well as ours.

I thank William for his letter, although he tells me little more than that he is my affectionate W. Howard.  He may be assured that he has from me at least an equal return.  Of Gertrude he says nothing, and yet, I am confident, the P(rince) did not overlook her.  My hearty love to them all, and to Lady Caroline if you write to her.

I read yesterday a little Latin poem upon a Mouse Trap, with which I was most highly delighted; wrote near a century ago, by a Mr. Holdsworth.  It has been much celebrated, but never fell into my hands before yesterday.  There is a great eloge upon the Cambrians, but whether Mr. Campbell would be flattered with it I am not sure.  If I did not suppose it to be no more a curiosity than was the Blossom of the Chestnut Tree, with which I was so struck the beginning of the summer, I should bring it with me.  There is a translation of it in English verse, that is little short of the original.  Dear Lady Carlisle, adieu.  I never know when to leave off when I am writing to you, nor how to express the affection and esteem with which I am ever yours.