The Coronation went off very well, so far as related to the highest classes, but was very coldly received by the public at large; and it was found impossible to get up a general illumination. The King showed marked favour to the Opposition, and is in a state of constant quarrelling with his Ministers. But I do not see how any material change can take place. His Majesty has been formally reconciled to Lady Jersey, who was received with the most marked distinction at the Drawing-room.
I send you two extempore epigrams of Lord Byron, though it is more probable than not that you have already seen them.
On Mr. Hobhouse’s election:—
“Would you enter the House by the true gate, More quickly than ever Whig Charlie went? Let Parliament send you to Newgate, And Newgate will send you to Parliament.” |
On the failure of his tragedy and the recovery of his mother-in-law from a dangerous illness:—
“Alas! how miserable is my lot; My play is damned, and Lady Noel not.” |
