I did not expect Mr. Conway would think of returning just now.  As you have lost both Mrs. Damer and Lady William Campbell, I do not see why your ladyship should not go to Goodwood.

The Baroness’s increasing peevishness does not surprise me.  When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun with nettles.  She knows nothing of politics, and no wonder talks nonsense about them.  It is silly to wish three nations had but one neck; but it is ten times more absurd to act as if it was so, which the government has done;—­ay, and forgetting, too, that it has not a scimitar large enough to sever that neck, which they have in effect made one.  It is past the time, Madam, of making Conjectures.  How can one guess whither France and Spain will direct a blow that is in their option?  I am rather inclined to think that they will have patience to ruin us in detail.  Hitherto France and America have carried their points by that manoeuvre.  Should there be an engagement at sea, and the French and Spanish fleets, by their great superiority, have the advantage, one knows not what might happen.  Yet, though there are such large preparations making on the French coast, I do not much expect a serious invasion, as they are sure they can do us more damage by a variety of other attacks, where we can make little resistance.  Gibraltar and Jamaica can but be the immediate objects of Spain.  Ireland is much worse guarded than this island:—­nay, we must be undone by our expense, should the summer pass without any attempt.  My cousin thinks they will try to destroy Portsmouth and Plymouth—­but I have seen nothing in the present French ministry that looks like bold enterprise.  We are much more adventurous, that set every thing to the hazard:  but there are such numbers of baronesses that both talk and act with passion, that one would think the nation had lost its senses.  Every thing has miscarried that has been undertaken, and the worse we succeed, the more is risked;—­yet the nation is not angry!  How can one conjecture during such a delirium?  I sometimes almost think I must be in the wrong to be of so contrary an opinion to most men—­yet, when every Misfortune that has happened had been foretold by a few, why should I not think I have been in the right?  Has not almost every single event that has been announced as prosperous proved a gross falsehood, and often a silly one?  Are we not at this moment assured that Washington cannot possibly amass an army of above 8000 men! and yet Clinton, with 20,000 men, and with the hearts, as we are told, too, of three parts of the colonies, dares not show his teeth without the walls of New York?  Can I be in the wrong in not believing what is so contradictory to my senses We could not Conquer America when it stood alone; then France supported it, and we did not mend the matter.  To make it still easier, we have driven Spain into the alliance.  Is this wisdom?  Would it be presumption, even if one were single, to think