Letter [in French] from the Princess of Wales to Mrs. Clayton [GEO/ADD/28/108], reporting that the Prince [of Wales, presumably] has heard that if the Bill passes the lower house 'they will attack him, & perhaps soe [sic] far as to exclude him the crown', remarking on the composition of the House of Lords and on Thomas Broderick's opinion that there are some in the lower house who are 'not Walpolists', asking Mrs Clayton to send Dr Clarke, and reporting that the 'head dress' Mrs Clayton has asked for will be sent to her via Geminghen and the nurse; with transcription in French and English translation [GEO/ADD/28/049].
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[[foreign: French]] notre bon ami fasse reflection que les 12 segnieurs, ne fait rien, en comparaison, 32 segnieurs fait par une ecct: de parliment, et peut etre, pour la distruction de tout chose, si vous vois, d: clark envojer a moy, je veut me delasser avec luy, de la cablement, dan laquelle je suis, de parler a tant de persone, jusqua present, il semble que les gentilhomes de la chambre Basse, sont fort anime, Foham Broderies, asure quil avez 30 qui ne son pas Walpoulist, qui se declare, hautment, contre, prener garde que L'honette home, non ouvrer pas la bouche de ce sy, a Walpoul, ni a persone, adieu ma chere amie, je ne vous dit puisque je vous aime, je me flate que vous le savex [[/foreign]] Caroline consider that Oxfords 12 Lords are nothing in comparison of 32 lords made by an Act & perhaps for the destruction of every thing. if You see Dr. Clarke sen d him to me. I would releive my self with him from the perplexity in which I am, & the fatigue I have had in speaking to soe many persons. the gentlemen of the lower house are much animated Thom. Broderick says He know thirty that are not Walpolists who declare loudly against it, let not the honest man say a word of this to Walpole, nor any other, adieu my dear freind I dont say I love you, I flatter my self you know it. +Sr. J. Jekyll
