(646) In consequence of a dispute, concerning words said to have been spoken at Daubiny’s club, a duel took place at Wimbledon, on the 26th of May, between the Duke of York and Colonel Lenox, afterwards Duke of Richmond.  Neither of the parties was wounded; and the seconds, Lords Rawdon and Winchilsea, certified, that both behaved with the utmost coolness and intrepidity.-E.

(647) On the 11th of July, two days after the date of this letter, Necker received his dismission and a formal demand to quit the kingdom.  It was accompanied by a note from the King, praying him to depart in a private manner, for fear of exciting disturbances.  Necker received this intimation just as he was dressing for dinner-, after which, without divulging his intention to any one, he set out in the evening, with Madame Necker, for Basle.  See Mignet, tom. i. p. 47.-E.

Letter 334 To Miss Hannah More.

Strawberry Hill, July 10, 1789. (Page 425)

Though I am touchy enough with those I love, I did not think you dilatory, nor expect that answers to letters should be as quick as repartees.  I do pity you for the accident that made you think yourself remiss.(648) I enjoy your patient’s recovery; but almost smiled unawares at the idea of her being sopped, and coming out of the water brustling up her feathers and ermines, and assuming the dignity of a Jupiter Pluvius.

I beseech you not to fancy yourself vain on my being your printer would Sappho be proud, though Aldus or Elzevir were her typographer?  My press has no rank but from its narrowness, that is, from the paucity of its editions, and from being a volunteer.  But a truce to compliments, and to reciprocal humility.  Pray tell me how I shall convey your parcel to you:  the impression is begun.  I shall not dare, vu le sujet, to send a copy to Mrs. Garrick;(649) I do not know whether you will venture.  Mrs. Boscawen shall have one, but it shall be in your name:  so authorize me to present It, that neither of us may tell the whitest of fibs.  Shall I deliver any others for you within my reach, to save you trouble?

I have no more corrections to make.  I told you brutally at first of the only two faults I found, and you sacrificed them with the patience of a martyr; for I conclude that when a good poet knowingly sins against measure twice, he is persuaded that he makes amends by greater beauties:  in such case docility deserves the palmbranch.  I do not applaud your declining a London edition; but you have been so tractable, that I will let you have your way in this, though you only make over profit to magazines.  Being an honest printer myself, I have little charity for those banditti of my profession who pilfer from every body they find on the road.