Eighteenth Century Post-Bag
Mrs. Donellan to Mrs. Montagu.1
Tunbridge, Friday noon [September 1743].
Our company quits us apace, but as there is not any one body but Lady Sunderland and Miss Sutton and Lady Cathn Hanmer2 that I care particularly for and they stay, and I am not fond of a crowd, I am quite easy about the matter. My morning, I generally take a rural walk with my Maid and Man, and I am just now returned from the Rocks, whose natural beauties strike me more agreeably than the laboured work of a Palace. My Br rides every day, but walking does not agree with him, so I am forced to take up with my own contemplation and a hand over a Hell or ditch, for no one here cares for a walk that carrys them further than Tod's room or Chevenix's Shop. In the evening I conform to the work, and play at Whist, Roli Poli, or what they wish, and make them wonder that a person who has a guinea in their pocket and can perform at such entertainments should prefer wandering in fields
1 From the original letter (hitherto unpublished) in the possession of A. M. Broadley, Esq.
2 Wife of Sir Thomas Hanmer, Speaker of the House of Commons, 1714-1715.