Royal Tunbridge Wells
and woods with company little better than the natives that inhabit them, to such enchanting entertainments, for the mornings here are as much the time of gameing as the evenings.
Mrs. Elizabeth Montagu to the Duchess of Portland.
Tunbridge Wells, the 27th [August] 1745.
. . . Your Grace has seen the place, so I shall not say anything of it in general, but only as to the company here at present. We cannot complain of want of numbers, for all nations and sects contribute to make up our complement of people. Here are Hungarians, Italians, French, Portuguese, Irish and Scotch. Then we have a great many Jews, with worse countenances than our friend Pontius Pilate, in a bad tapestry hanging. In opposition to these unbelievers, we have the very believing Roman Catholics; and to contrast with all these ceremonious religionists, we have the quaint puritans, and rigid presbyterians. I never saw a worse collection of human creatures in all my life. My comfort is, that as there are not many of them I ever saw before, I 176