LETTER CCCI

BLACKHEATH, July 9, 1767.

MY DEAR FRIEND: I have received yours of the 21st past, with the inclosed

proposal from the French ‘refugies, for a subscription toward building

them ‘un temple’. I have shown it to the very few people I see, but

without the least success. They told me (and with too much truth) that

while such numbers of poor were literally starving here from the dearness

of all provisions, they could not think of sending their money into

another country, for a building which they reckoned useless. In truth, I

never knew such misery as is here now; and it affects both the hearts and

the purses of those who have either; for my own part, I never gave to a

building in my life; which I reckon is only giving to masons and

carpenters, and the treasurer of the undertaking.

Contrary to the expectations of all mankind here, everything still

continues in ‘statu quo’. General Conway has been desired by the King to

keep the seals till he has found a successor for him, and the Lord

President the same. Lord Chatham is relapsed, and worse than ever: he

sees nobody, and nobody sees him: it is said that a bungling physician

has checked his gout, and thrown it upon his nerves; which is the worst

distemper that a minister or a lover can have, as it debilitates the mind

of the former and the body of the latter. Here is at present an

interregnum. We must soon see what order will be produced from this

chaos.

The Electorate, I believe, will find the want of Comte Flemming; for he

certainly had abilities, and was as sturdy and inexorable as a Minister

at the head of the finances ought always to be. When you see Comtesse

Flemming, which I suppose cannot be for some time, pray make her Lady

Chesterfield’s and my compliments of condolence.

You say that Dresden is very sickly; I am sure London is at least as

sickly now, for there reigns an epidemical distemper, called by the

genteel name of ‘l’influenza’. It is a little fever, of which scarcely

anybody dies; and it generally goes off with a little looseness. I have

escaped it, I believe, by being here. God keep you from all distempers,

and bless you!

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