“Saty., Nov. 4.—We leave Whitbread’s for London, having spent a very happy time at Southill, and with a most firm conviction that Whitbread—tho’ rough in his manners—tho’ entirely destitute of all taste or talent for conversation, and tho’ apparently almost tyrannical in his deportment to his inferiors—is a man of the very strictest integrity, with the most generous, kind and feeling heart.
“Lord and Lady Ponsonby pass us on the road to Southill. The Whitbreads wanted us to stay to meet them, but we would not, because Lord Ponsonby had been always just of opinion with Whitbread and me about politicks, till some months past, when he became quite against us, as I think, not only without reason, but against all reason; and as I know he is hard pressed for money, I suppose he is after a place, and cut him as a shabby politician.
