Eighteenth Century Post-Bag
last night but there were so few dancers it hardly deserved the name of one. Mr. and Mrs. West are gone to Ld Westmorland's, Mr. Pitt goes to-morrow to Hastings for two days; the shore there is very bold and fine, and the views very delightful, the roads to it are but indifferent as is frequent in this Country ... so that the things best worth seeing are inaccessible to those who cannot ride on horseback.
Mrs. Elizabeth Montagu to her Husband.
Tunbridge Wells, 30th August, 1754.
... I am drinking the waters very successfully. As to pleasure, it does not abound in the public rooms. Crowds are generally gay, but there is a want of spirits in our company, which I imagine to be owing to the frequency of assemblies, and the general dissipation of the present life. When the country lady came hither from domestic cares and attendance on her dairy and hen-roost, and her cherry-cheek'd daughter from plain work and pastry, the mechanic's wife from attendance on her shop and accounts, Tunbridge was a place of recreation, but now the squire's lady comes from whisk in assemblies, miss from Ranelagh,