"With joy and wonder struck the parties rise!
'Hell is worth trying for' . . . cries;
Pigeons are left unpluck'd, the game unplay'd,

And F forgets the certain Bett he made;
E'en S-l-n feels Ambition fire his breast
And leaves half told, the fabricated Jest.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The murmurs hush'd--the Herald straight proclaim'd
S-l-n the witty next in order nam'd,
But he was gone to hear the dismal yells
Of tortur'd Ghosts and suffering Criminals,
Tho' summoned thrice, he chose not to return,
Charmed to behold the crackling Culprits burn
With George all know Ambition must give place
When there's an Execution in the case." (pp. 3 and 17.)



(1777, Aug.) . . .. I am convinced that I shall be free some time
hence from that agitation of mind with which I am now so tormented,
and from those almost constant sinkings of my spirits; but, my dear
Lord, you may be quite assured that des plaies comme les miennes ne
se referment fas bientot, and when they do they have altered the
whole constitution of the mind to such a degree as never to let it
feel as it did before. But brisons la.

Mr. D'Oyley tells me that no important news is likely to come from
America before the 20th of this month. Lady Cornwallis told me