Eighteenth Century Post-Bag
in upon the Jerseys. Perhaps you know that the late Lord J. died here, when we were in the very act of setting off on a party of pleasure. We have had music every evening; your friend Moore and Miss Susan Beckford have charmed us out of ourselves, and our mornings have passed away in curricles and sociables and four. Our morning excursions have generally mustered twenty, and you will smile to hear that I have exhibited daily as a curricle driver. Mr. Jodrell's barouche was an addition to us for a week, and he seemed a very good-humoured man.
Lady Jerningham to Lady Bedingfield. Tunbridge Wells, July 1 .
. . . We are not full of fine company here, but there is perhaps more Sociability than usual, so that every evening there are meetings at the Rooms or in private Houses. And the Hours are delightful : Dinner at four, meeting a Little after seven, and parting before eleven, so that Tunbridge is Like a Large Convent, every one asleep in their beds before twelve. . . .
To-night is the first regular Ball. On Thursday there was a hop at the Rooms,