I have been reading the most delightful book in the world, the Lives of Leland, Tom earne, and Antony Wood.  The last’s diary makes a thick volume in octavo.  One entry is, “This day Old Joan began to make my bed.”  In the story of Leland is an examination of a freemason, written by the hand of King Henry VI., with notes by Mr. Locke.  Freemasonry, Henry VI., and Locke, make a strange heterogeneous olio; but that is not all.  The respondent, who defends the mystery of masonry, says it was brought into Europe by the Venetians—­he means the Phoenicians.  And who do you think propagated it?  Why, one Peter Gore—­And who do you think that was?—­One Pythagoras, Pythagore.  I do not know whether it is not still More extraordinary, that this and the rest of the nonsense in that account made Mr. Locke determine to be a freemason:  so would I too, if I could expect to hear of more Peter Gores.

Pray tell Lady Lyttelton that I say she will certainly kill herself if she lets Lady Ailesbury drag her twice a-day to feed the pheasants, and you make her climb cliffs and clamber over mountains.  She has a tractability that alarms me for her; and if she does not pluck up a spirit, and determine never to be put out of her own way, I do not know what may be the Consequence.  I will come and set her an example of immovability.  Take notice, I do not say one civil syllable to Lady Ailesbury.  She has not passed a whole day here these two years.  She is always very gracious, says she will come when you will fix a time, as if you governed, and then puts it off whenever it is proposed, nor will spare one Single day from Park-place-as if other people were not as partial to their own Park-places, Adieu!  Yours ever.

Tuesday noon.

I wrote my letter last night; this morning I received yours, and shall wait till Sunday, as you bid me, which will be more convenient for my gout, though not for other engagements, but I shall obey the superior, as nullum tempus occurrit regi et podagrae.

(75) The greatest consternation prevailed at this time in the metropolis, in consequence of the banking-house of Neale, James, Fordyce, and Down having stopped payment.  Fordyce was bred a hosier in Aberdeen.  For a memoir of him, see Gent.  Mag. vol. x1ii. p. 310.-E.

(76) Cant words of Walpole for blue and green.  He means, that he came out of his room to the blue sky and green fields.

(77) Gibbon, in a letter to Mr. Holroyd, of the 8th of February, in reference to the recent debate in the House of Commons, on the clerical petition for relief from subscription to the Thirty-nine Articles, says—­“I congratulate you on the late victory of our dear Mamma, the Church of England.  She had, last Thursday, seventy-one rebellious sons, Who pretended to set aside her will, on a account of insanity; but two hundred and seventeen worthy champions, headed by Lord North, Burke, Charles Fox, etc., though they allowed the thirty-nine clauses of her testament were absurd and unreasonable, supported the validity of it with infinite honour.  By the bye, Charles Fox prepared himself for that holy work by passing twenty-one hours in the pious exercise of hazard; his devotions cost him only about five hundred pounds an hour, in all, eleven thousand pounds."-E.