the world so entertaining.  After that, I shall demand a satire on Mr. Pitt, from Mr. Wilkes; and I do not believe I shall be balked, for Wilkes has already expressed his resentment on being given up by Pitt, who, says Wilkes, ought to be expelled for an impostor.(401) I do not know whether the Duke of Newcastle does not expect a palinodia from me(402) T’other morning at the Duke’s lev`ee he embraced me, and hoped I would come and eat a bit of Sussex mutton With him.  I had such difficulty to avoid laughing in his face that I got from him as fast as I could.  Do you think me very likely to forget that I have been laughing at him these twenty years?

Well! but we have had a prodigious riot:  are not you impatient to know the particulars?  It was so prodigious a tumult, that I verily thought half the administration would have run away to Harrowgate.  The north Briton was ordered to be burned by the hangman at Cheapside, on Saturday last.  The mob rose; the greatest mob, says Mr. Sheriff Blunt, that he has known in forty years.  They were armed with that most bloody instrument, the mud out of the kennels:  they hissed in the most murderous manner:  broke Mr. Sheriff Harley’s coach-glass in the most frangent manner; scratched his forehead, so that he is forced to wear a little patch in the most becoming manner; and obliged the hangman to burn the paper with a link, though fagots were prepared to execute it in a more solemn manner.  Numbers of gentlemen, from windows and balconies, encouraged the mob, who, in about an hour and a half, were so undutiful to the ministry, as to retire without doing any mischief, or giving Mr. Carteret Webb(403) the opportunity of a single information, except against an ignorant lad, who had been in town but ten days.

This terrible uproar has employed us four days.  The sheriffs were called before your House on Monday, and made their narrative.  My brother Cholmondeley,(404) in the most pathetic manner, and suitably to the occasion, recommended it to your lordships, to search for precedents of what he believed never happened since the world began.  Lord Egmont,(405) who knows of a plot, which he keeps to himself, though It has been carrying on these twenty years, thought more vigorous measures ought to be taken on such a crisis, and moved to summon the mistress of the Union Coffee-house.  The Duke of Bedford thought all this but piddling, and at once attacked Lord Mayor, common council, and charter of the city, whom, if he had been supported, I believe he would have ordered to be all burned by the hangman next Saturday.  Unfortunately for such national justice, Lord Mansfield, who delights in every opportunity of exposing and mortifying the Duke of Bedford, and Sandwich, interposed for the magistracy of London, and after much squabbling, saved them from immediate execution.  The Duke of Grafton, with infinite shrewdness and coolness, drew from the witnesses that the whole mob was of one mind; and the day ended in