John Carteret Granville, earl, an English statesman, born in Bedfordshire, April 22, 1690, died Jan. 2, 1763. He was educated at Westminster school and at Oxford, and as Baron Carteret took his seat in the house of lords in 1711. His zeal in support of the Protestant succession caused George I. to promote him in 1715 to be bailiff of the island of Jersey, and in 1716 to be lord lieutenant of Devonshire. In 1718 he was ambassador to Sweden; in 1720 ambassador extraordinary at the congress of Cambrai; from May, 1721, to April, 1724, secretary of state; and from that time till 1730, with a brief intermission, he was lord lieutenant of Ireland. Afterward he was prominent in the debates in the house of lords till February, 1742, when he was again made secretary of state, and in September following was sent to the states general to assist in devising measures to maintain the liberties of the United Provinces. The succeeding year he passed with the king in Hanover. In 1744, by the death of his mother, he succeeded to the title of Earl Granville, and shortly after he was compelled to resign his office.

During his parliamentary career he was conspicuous for his speeches on questions arising from the Edinburgh riots, and he was the mover for the settlement of £100,000 a year from the civil list on the Prince of Wales. Macaulay says : "No public man of that age had greater courage, greater ambition, greater activity, greater talents for debate or for declamation. No public man had such profound and extensive learning. His knowledge of modern languages was prodigious. He spoke and wrote French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, German, even Swedish." He alone of the ministers of George I. could converse with the monarch in his native tongue. His ministry was popularly termed the "drunken administration," an expression not altogether figurative, for Granville's habits were extremely convivial, and champagne lent its aid to keep him in that state of joyous excitement in which his life was passed. No misfortune could depress him. His spirits were constantly high. When driven from office, says Macaulay, "he retired laughing to his books and his bottle." Ill as he had been used, he did not seem, says Horace Walpole, "to have any resentment, or indeed any feeling except thirst."