# BC_1766_EMONTAGU_FB

<Q A 1766? TC FB EMONTAGU>
<X ELIZABETH MONTAGU>
[}ELIZABETH MONTAGU TO FRANCES BOSCAWEN. 1766? MO 577}]
<P1>
Sunday y=e= 21=st= My dear Madam
(^Cold & raw the north doth blow,
and all the Hills are cover_d with snow.^) Such is my sad ditty, & I beg you to set it to melancholly musick, & sing it pathetically till I come & sing, (^London is a fine Town^) &c. I hope to set forward tomorrow sennight but my other half is as pleased here as if he was in the Garden of Eden fanned by zephyrs & incensed by Flora. I hoped to have been with you long ago, but M=r= Montagu has been obliged to part with his Steward, finding he had taken so many stewardships & affairs upon him, he did none of them well; so who do you think the Gentleman appointed Receiver & paymaster [\in DELETED\] [\during/] the vacancy but his beloved Wife? Poor Woman! she has had a great deal of trouble & fatigue, but would not quit her post till she had put all things into order & method, else perhaps I had stolen back to London, but now
<P2>
I am obliged to wait for my Landlord, who you know never is in a hurry. We had very mild weather till yesterday, & then there came a violent wind & snow, & it is horrible to behold our hills & vallies. You, I suppose, are indulging yourself in the joys of society, the fair Duchess come to Town, M=r= William returnd from Sea, & (\Sa Sagesses\) from school, & never think of those who shiver under the pole star. I shall come to Town (\doucement\) , for the roads are rough, the days are short, & my precipitate journey this summer did not agree with me. Now if you have any charity you will write a letter about this day sennight & send it to Hillstreet. Our porter will know at what Inn to send my letters to chear me on ye road, & you may give me (\le carte du pays\) I am coming to, tell me what Lovers are going to be married, what politicians are contented or discontented, with all news great & small. I expect a most dreary journey, & it
<P3>
will be a great pleasure, even in the best Inns best room, to receive a letter from my dear friend. If you write by tuesday ye 30=th= it will end the old year well, if the next day it will begin the new one happily to me. We expect our fine Bride in the Country in a few days, they are to keep a splendid wedding. I hope Love will keep them warm, else it is but a chill kind of a project to come into Northumberland at Xmass. Miss Windsor has kept her Nuptial feast in more pleasant regions. I should think it better for a Bride to shine at Almacks than to glitter amidst the hoar frost. To tell you the truth I am so well tired of the Country I shall not like even to look at a Landscape these 3 months. All joy attend you, & may some of it appear in the shape of a little Marquiss of Worcester. I am dear Madam
Ever most affect=ly= yours
EMontagu
[\ADDRESS\] To M=rs= Boscawen