BLACKHEATH,August 22,1763
MY DEAR FRIEND:You will,by this post,hear from others that Lord Egremont died two days ago of an apoplexy;which,from his figure,and the constant plethora he lived in,was reasonably to be expected.You will ask me,who is to be Secretary in his room:To which I answer,that I do not know.I should guess Lord Sandwich,to be succeeded in the Admiralty by Charles Townshend;unless the Duke of Bedford,who seems to have taken to himself the department of Europe,should have a mind to it.
This event may perhaps produce others;but,till this happened,everything was in a state of inaction,and absolutely nothing was done.
Before the next session,this chaos must necessarily take some form,either by a new jumble of its own atoms,or by mixing them with the more efficient ones of the opposition.
I see by the newspapers,as well as by your letter,that the difficulties still exist about your ceremonial at Ratisbon;should they,from pride and folly,prove insuperable,and obstruct your real business,there is one expedient which may perhaps remove difficulties,and which I have often known practiced;but which I believe our people know here nothing of;it is,to have the character of MINISTER only in your ostensible title,and that of envoy extraordinary in your pocket,to produce occasionally,especially if you should be sent to any of the Electors in your neighborhood;or else,in any transactions that you may have,in which your title of envoy extraordinary may create great difficulties,to have a reversal given you,declaring that the temporary suspension of that character,'ne donnera pas la moindre atteinte ni a vos droits,ni a vos pretensions'.As for the rest,divert yourself as well as you can,and eat and drink as little as you can.And so God bless you!