Salisbury, June 11, 1780

Here we are, dearest sir, and here we mean to pass this night.

We did not leave Bath till eight o'clock yesterday evening, at which

time it was filled with dragoons, militia, and armed constables, not

armed with muskets, but bludgeons: these latter were all chairmen, who

were sworn by the mayor in the morning for petty constables. A popish

private chapel, and the houses of all the catholics, were guarded

between seven and eight, and the inhabitants ordered to keep house.

We set out in the coach-and-four, with two men on horseback, and got to

Warminster, a small town in Somersetshire, a little before twelve.

This morning two more servants came after us from Bath, and brought us

word that the precautions taken by the magistrates last night had good

success, for no attempt of any sort had been renewed towards a riot.

But the happiest tidings to me were contained in a letter which they

brought, which had arrived after our departure, by the diligence, from

Mr. Perkins,[132] with an account that all was quiet in London, and that

Lord G. Gordon was sent to the Tower. I am now again tolerably easy, but

I shall not be really comfortable, or free from some fears, till I hear

from St. Martin's Street.

The Borough house has been quite preserved. I know not how long we may

be on the road, but nowhere long enough for receiving a letter till we

come to Brighthelmstone.

We stopped in our way at Wilton, and spent half the day at that

beautiful place.

Just before we arrived there, Lord Arundel had sent to the officers in

the place, to entreat a party of guards immediately, for the safety of

his house, as he had intelligence that a mob was on the road from London

to attack it:--he is a catholic. His request was immediately complied

with.

We intended to have gone to a private town, but find all quiet here, and

therefore prefer it as much more commodious. There is no Romish chapel

in the town; mass has always been performed for the catholics of the

place at a Mrs. Arundel's in the Close--a relation of his lordship's,

whose house is fifteen miles off. I have inquired about the

Harris's;[133] I find they are here and all well.

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