DEAR MADAM,

Instead of inventing any artificial excuses for my natural and

original sin of indolence, I believe my most prudent method would

be to quarrel with you for the provoking patience with which you

have endured my long and scandalous silence. Even in the midst of

the dissipation of this town I might have found a few moments to

tell you that I have been perfectly well this winter, and to enquire

after your health, your spirits and your amusements. Lady Dy. tells

me that she was once in your company at Dr. Delacour's, for whom

both she and Beauclerc express a veneration almost equal to your

own. As little or no conversation passed between you, she had only

an opportunity of admiring the harmony of your voice and the beauty

of your teeth, on which she bestows the most lavish enconiums. They

mean to visit Bath again this spring, and I am very desirous that you

should be better acquainted with her. You will find her one of the

most accomplished women in the World, and she will soon discover in

you qualities more valuable than those which are now the objects of

her enconiums.

The decline of the Roman Empire does not yet decline, the clamour

subsides, the sale continues, and we are now printing a third edition

in quarto of 1000 copies (in all 3500) with the notes at bottom. I

am often pressed about the second volume, which advances very slowly

indeed. Last year was allowed for repose and preparation, the usual

distractions of the winter have been increased by a constant daily

attendance of two hours _every day_ to Dr. Hunter's Anatomy Lectures,

which have opened to me a new and very entertaining scene within

myself. This summer I propose passing at Paris, as I must not lose

any time if I wish to catch my friends the Neckers[356] in their

brilliant and precarious situation of Ministers. As soon as we have

paid the King's debts I intend (about the end of next month) to set

forward on an expedition in which I promise to myself very great and

various entertainment. You need not in any respect be allarmed at my

design. My seat at Westminster is a full security for my return in

four or five months; the supplies for the journey will be paid by

the Roman Empire, and my business (particularly in Bucks) will be

entrusted to the safeguard and active hands of the Lord of Sheffield.

Adieu, Dear Madam,

I am,

Ever yours,

E. GIBBON.

Mrs. Porten is as young as ever. I understand that the giddy girl has

neglected writing to you.

[356] In June, 1776, after the fall of Turgot, Necker was

associated with Taboureau des Réaux, the Controller-General, in

the management of the finances of France, and given the title of

_Directeur du trésor_. In June, 1777, he succeeded Taboureau des

Réaux, but, because of his religion, only received the title of

_Directeur Général_.

[Sidenote: VISIT TO PARIS.]

308.

_To J. B. Holroyd, Esq._

Saturday night, April 12th, 1777.

*Your dispatch is gone to R. Way, and I flatter myself that by your

assistance I shall be enabled to lose £1000 upon Lenbourough before

my return from Paris. The day of my departure is not absolutely

fixed; Sunday sen-night, the 27th instant, is talked of: but if any

India business should come on after the Civil list, it will occasion

some delay. Otherwise things are in great forwardness,* a livery

servant is provided, a Swiss who speaks French and English. I take my

own chaise, and begin to think of settling my credit. Pray if I can

save four pr. cent. by it, may I not decline Fleet Street, who are

very indifferent, I believe, about that sort of business? *Mrs. G. is

an enemy to the whole plan; and I must answer, in a long letter, two

very ingenious objections which she has started; 1st, that I shall be

confined, or put to death by the priests, and, 2ndly, That I shall

sully my _moral_ character, by making love to Necker's wife. Before I

go, I will consult Newton, about a power of Attorney for you. By the

bye, I wish you would remember a sort of promise, and give me one day

before I go. We talk chiefly of the Marquis de la Fayette,[357] who

was here a few weeks ago. He is about twenty, with 130,000 Livres a

year; the nephew of Noailles, who is Ambassador here. He has bought

the D. of Kingston's Yacht, and is gone to joyn the Americans. The

Court _appear_ to be angry with him. Adieu.*

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