Letter 71 To The Hon. H. S. Conway.  Strawberry Hill, August 18, 1774. (page 98)

It is very hard, that because you do not get my letters, you will not let me receive yours, who do receive them.  I have not had a line from you these five weeks.  Of your honours and glories fame has told me;(119) and for aught I know, you may be a veldt-marshal by this time, and despise such a poor cottager as me.  Take notice I shall disclaim you in my turn, if you are sent on a command against Dantzich, or to usurp a new district in Poland.(120)

I have seen no armies, kings, or. empresses, and cannot send you such august gazettes; nor are they what I want to hear of.  I like to hear you are well and diverted; nay, have pimped towards the latter, by desiring Lady Ailesbury to send you Monsieur do Guisnes’s invitation to a military f`ete at Metz.(121) For my part, I wish you was returned to your plough.  Your Sabine farm is in high beauty.  I have lain there twice within this week, going to and from a visit to George Selwyn, near Gloucester; a tour as much to my taste as yours to you.  For fortified towns I have seen ruined castles.  Unluckily, in that of Berkeley I found a hole regiment of militia in garrison, and as many young officers as if the Countess was in possession, and ready to surrender at indiscretion.  I endeavoured to comfort myself, by figuring that they were guarding Edward ii.  I have seen many other ancient sights without asking leave of the King of Prussia:  it would not please me so much to write to him, as it once did to write for him.(122)

They have found at least seventy thousand pounds of Lord Thomond’s.(123) George Howard has decked himself with a red riband, money, and honours!  Charming things! and yet One may be happy without them.

The young Mr. Coke is returned from his travels n love with the Pretender’s queen,(124) who has permitted him to have her picture.  What can I tell you more?  Nothing.  Indeed, if I only write to postmasters, my letter is long enough.  Every body’s head but mine is full of elections.  I had the satisfaction at Gloucester, where George Selwyn is canvassing, of reflecting on my own wisdom.  “Suave mari maggno turbantibus aequora ventis,” etc.  I am certainly the greatest philosopher in the world, without ever having thought of being so:  always employed, and never busy;’ eager about trifles, and indifferent to every thing serious.  Well, if it is not philosophy, it is at least content.  I am as pleased here with my own nutshell, as any monarch you have seen these two months astride his eagle—­not but I was dissatisfied when I missed you at Park-place, and was peevish at your being in an Aulic chamber.  Adieu!  Yours ever.

P- S. They tell us from Vienna, that the peace is made between Tisiphone and the Turk:  is it true?

(119) Alluding to the distinguished notice taken of General Conway by the King of Prussia.