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Horace Walpole to Thomas Gray, 19 November 1765

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You are very kind to inquire so particularly after my gout: I wish I may not be too circumstantial in my answer; but you have tapped a dangerous topic; I can talk gout by the hour. It is my great mortification, & has disappointed all the hopes that I had built on temperance & hardiness. I have resisted like a hermit, & exposed myself to all weathers & seasons like a smugler; and in vain. I have however still so much of the obstinacy of both professions left, that I think I shall continue, & cannot obey you in keeping myself warm. I have gone thro my second fit under one blanket, & already go about in a silk wastecoat with my bosom unbuttoned. In short, I am as prejudiced to my regimen, tho so ineffectual, as I coud have been to all I expected from it. The truth is, I am almost as willing to have the gout as to be liable to catch cold; & must run up stairs & down, in & out of doors when I will, or I cannot have the least satisfaction. This will convince you how readily I comply with another of your precepts, walking as soon as I am able – I have had little indulgence for myself on that head. Wine I drink with my water, because I cannot drink the filthy water here by itself; I began with brandy, but soon grew to nauseate it. The greatest change I have made, is in leaving off Tea – I doubt, only because I took an aversion to it. I own I am much better since. This is the Detail: the general history is, that I was seized with the gout in one foot at the End of June, soon had it in both, with great torment, & then without it's going out of my feet, in head, Stomach, both wrists & both Shoulders. Nine weeks passed before I coud even walk without a Stick; yet the state of Convalescence, as it has been in my second fit, was much worse & more uneasy than the heigth of the pain, from the constant sickness at my Stomach. I came hither, mended miraculously with the Sea & the journey, but caught cold in a fortnight, & have had six weeks more of pain in both feet, and such sickness that I have been very near starved: besides such swelled legs, that they were as much too big for my body, as before they woud have been too little for any other person's alive. I have now got the better of every thing but the weakness, & am only thrown or tumble down ten times a day. For receipts, you may trust me for making use of none; I woud not see a physician at the worst, but have quacked myself as boldly, as Quacks treat others. I laughed at your idea of quality receipts, it came so apropos: there is not a Man or Woman here that is not a perfect old Nurse, & who does not talk gruel & anatomy with equal fluency & ignorance. one instance shall serve; Madame de Bouzols, Marshal Berwick's daughter, assured me there was nothing so good for the gout as to preserve the parings of my nails in a bottle close-stopped. When I try any illustrious Nostrum, I shall give the preference to this.

So much for the Gout! I told you what was coming. As to the Ministry, I know & care very little about them. I told you & told them long ago, that if ever a change happened, I woud bid adieu to Politics for ever. Do me the justice to allow that I have not altered with the Times. I was so impatient to put this resolution in execution, that I hurried out of England, before I was sufficiently recovered. I shall not run the same hazard again in haste; but will stay here till I am perfectly well, & the Season of warm weather coming on or arrived, tho the Charms of Paris have not the least attraction for me, nor woud keep me here an hour on their own account. For the City itself, I cannot conceive where my eyes were: It is the ugliest, beastly Town in the Universe. I have not seen a mouthfull of verdure out of it, nor have they any thing green but their treillage & window shutters. Trees cut into fireshovels & stuck into pedestals of chalk, compose their country. Their boasted knowledge of Society is reduced to talking of their suppers, & every malady they have about them, or know of. The Dauphin is at the point of death; every morning the Physicians frame an account of him, & happy is he or She who can produce a copy of this lie, called a bulletin. The night before last, one of these was produced at supper where I was; it was read, & said, he had had une evacuation fœtide – I beg your pardon, tho you are not at Supper. The old Lady of the House, who by the way is quite blind, was the Regent's mistress for a fortnight, & is very agreable, called out, oh! they have forgot to mention that he threw down his chamberpot, and was forced to change his bed. There were present several Women of the first rank, as Madame de la Valiere, who you remember Duchesse de Vaujour, & who is still miraculously pretty tho fiftythree, a very handsome Madame de Forcalquier, & others – nor was this conversation at all particular to that evening. They talk of a Chienne chaude, or the dangerous time of a Woman's age, as they woud talk of a knotting bag.

Their gaiety is not greater than their Delicacy – but I will not expatiate. In short, they are another people from what They were. They may be growing wise, but the intermediate passage is Dullness. Several of the Women are agreable, & some of the Men; but the Latter are in general vain & ignorant. The Scavants, I beg their pardons, the Philosophes, are insupportable. Superficial, overbearing, & fanatic; they preach incessantly, & their avowed doctrine is Atheism; you woud not believe how openly – Dont wonder therefore, if I should return a Jesuit. Voltaire himself does not satisfy them: One of their Lady-Devotes said of Him; il est Bigot; c'est un Deiste.

I am as little pleased with their taste in trifles. Crebillon is entirely out of fashion, & Marivaux a proverb; Marivauder, & Marivaudage are established terms for being prolix & tiresome. I thought that We were fallen, but they are ten times lower.

Notwithstanding all I have said, I have found two or three Societies that please me; am amused with the Novelty of the whole, & shoud be sorry not to have come. The Dumenil is, if possible, superior to What you remember; I am sorry not to see the Clairon, but several persons whose judgments seem the soundest, prefer the Former. Preville is admirable in low Comedy: the mixture of Italian Comedy & Comic operas prettily written, & set to Italian music, at the same Theatre, is charming, & gets the better both of their operas and French Comedy, the latter of which is seldom full, with all it's merit. Petit Maitres are obsolete, like our Lords Foppington – Tout le Monde est Philosophe – when I grow very sick of this last nonsense, I go & compose myself at the Chartreuse, where I am almost tempted to prefer Le Sœur to every Painter I know – yet what new old Treasures are come to light, routed out of the Louvre, & thrown into new lumber-rooms at Versailles! – but I have not room to tell you what I have seen! I will keep this & other chapters for Strawberry.

adieu! and thank you.
yrs ever
H W.

Old Mariette has shown me a print by Diepenbecke of the D. and Dss of Newecastle at dinner with their family: you wd oblige me if you woud look into all their Grace's folios, & see if it is not a frontispiece to some one of them. Then He has such a Petitot of Madame d'Olonne! The Pompadour offered him fifty Louis's for it – Alack! so woud I!

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Letter ID: letters.0471 (Source: TEI/XML)


Writer: Walpole, Horace, 1717-1797
Writer's age: 48
Addressee: Gray, Thomas, 1716-1771
Addressee's age: 48


Date of composition: 19 November 1765
Date (on letter): Nov. 19. 1765
Calendar: Gregorian


Place of composition: Paris, France
Address (on letter): Paris


Language: English
Incipit: You are very kind to inquire so particularly after my gout:...
Mentioned: Crébillon fils
Newcastle, Margaret Duchess of

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Print Versions

  • The Works of Horatio Walpole, Earl of Orford, 5 vols. London: G. G. and J. Robinson and J. Edwards, 1798, vol. v, 356-359
  • The Correspondence of Gray, Walpole, West and Ashton (1734-1771), 2 vols. Chronologically arranged and edited with introduction, notes, and index by Paget Toynbee. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1915, letter no. 233, vol. ii, 238-244
  • The Yale Edition of Horace Walpole's Correspondence. Ed. by W. S. Lewis. New Haven, Conn.: Yale UP; London: Oxford UP, 1937-83, vols. 13/14: Horace Walpole's Correspondence with Thomas Gray, Richard West and Thomas Ashton i, 1734-42, Horace Walpole's Correspondence with Thomas Gray ii, 1745-71, ed. by W. S. Lewis, George L. Lam and Charles H. Bennett, 1948, vol. ii, 142-146
  • Correspondence of Thomas Gray, 3 vols. Ed. by the late Paget Toynbee and Leonard Whibley, with corrections and additions by H. W. Starr. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1971 [1st ed. 1935], letter no. 417, vol. ii, 902-906