on the Fine Art of becoming a

MAN OF THE WORLD

and a

Gentleman

LETTER CCXXXVII

London, New-year’s Day, 1759

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Good-night to you, whoever you pass it with.

LETTER CCXXXVIII

London, February 2, 1759

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.