also gathered around him a select social circle, which included
Garrick, Paul Whitehead, General Conway, George Selwyn, Richard
Bentley, the poet Gray, Sir Horace Mann, and Lords Edgcumbe and
Strafford. And of ladies there was no lack; there were Mrs. Pritchard,
Kitty Clive, Lady Suffolk, the Misses Berry, and—would you believe
it?—Hannah More! It was the age for chronicling small-beer and
home-made wine, gossip, scandal, and frivolity; and Horace Walpole
enjoyed existence as a cynical Seladon or platonic Bluebeard amidst
this bevy of lively, gay-minded, frolicsome beauties, young and old.
Happily, or unhappily, for him, he did not become acquainted with
the Misses Berry before 1788, when he was seventy-one years of
age. He took the most extraordinary liking to them, and was never
content except when they were with him, or corresponding with him.
When they went to Italy, he wrote to them regularly once a week,
and on their return he installed them at Little Strawberry Hill, a
house close to his own, so that he might daily enjoy their society. He
appointed them his literary executors, with the charge of collecting
and publishing his writings, which was done under the
superintendence of Mr. Berry, their father, who was a Yorkshire
gentleman. When Walpole had succeeded to the Earldom of Orford
he made Mary, the elder of the two sisters, an offer of his hand.
Both sisters survived him upwards of sixty years. Little Strawberry
Hill, which we just mentioned as the residence of the Misses Berry,
had, before their coming to live in it, been occupied by Kitty Clive,
the famous actress. Born in 1711, she made her first appearance on
the stage of Drury Lane, and in 1732 she married a brother of Lord
Clive, but the union proved unhappy, and was soon dissolved. She
quitted the stage in 1769, leaving a splendid reputation as an