1 (return) 2 (return) 3 (return) 4 (return) 5 (return) 6 (return) 7 (return) 8 (return) 9 (return) 10 (return) 11 (return) 12 (return) 13 (return) 14 (return) 15 (return) 16 (return) 17 (return) 18 (return) 19 (return) 20 (return) 21 (return) 22 (return) 23 (return) 24 (return) 25 (return) 26 (return) 27 (return) 28 (return) 29 (return) 30 (return) 31 (return) 32 (return) 33 (return) 34 (return) 35 (return) 36 (return) 37 (return) 38 (return) 39 (return) 40 (return) 41 (return) 42 (return) 43 (return) 44 (return) 45 (return) 46 (return) 47 (return) 48 (return) 49 (return) 50 (return) 51 (return) “When first I drew my vital breath, A little minikin I came upon earth And then I came from a dark abode, Into this gay and gaudy world,”—ED,] 52 (return) 53 (return) 54 (return) 55 (return) 56 (return) 57 (return) 58 (return) 59 (return) 60 (return) 61 (return) 62 (return) 63 (return) 64 (return) 65 (return) 66 (return) 67 (return) 68 (return) 69 (return) 70 (return) 71 (return) 72 (return) 73 (return) 74 (return) 75 (return) 76 (return) 77 (return) “Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in 't; The pupil of impulse, it forced him along, His conduct still right, with his argument wrong Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam, The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home; Would-you ask for his merits? alas! he had none; What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.”—ED.] 78 (return) 79 (return) 80 (return) 81 (return) 82 (return) 83 (return) 84 (return) 85 (return) 86 (return) 87 (return) 88 (return) 89 (return) 90 (return) 91 (return) 93 (return) 94 (return) 95 (return) 96 (return) 97 (return) 98 (return) 99 (return) 100 (return) 101 (return) 102 (return) 103 (return) 104 (return) 105 (return) 106 (return) 107 (return) 108 (return) 109 (return) 110 (return) 111 (return) 112 (return) 113 (return) 114 (return) 115 (return) 116 (return) 117 (return) 118 (return) 119 (return) 120 (return) 121 (return) 122 (return) 123 (return) 124 (return) 125 (return) 126 (return) 127 (return) 128 (return) 129 (return) 130 (return) 131 (return) 132 (return) 133 (return) 134 (return) 135 (return) 136 (return) 137 (return) 138 (return) 139 (return) 140 (return) 141 (return) 142 (return) 143 (return) 144 (return) 145 (return) 146 (return) 147 (return) 148 (return) 149 (return) 150 (return) 151 (return) 152 (return) “He is a very pleasing man; tall and genteel in his person, remarkably attentive, obliging, and polite; and as soft and mild in his speech, as if he came from feeding sheep in Corsica, like a shepherd; rather than as if he had left the warlike field where he had led his armies to battle. “When Mrs. Thrale named me, he started back, though smilingly, and said; 'I am very glad enough to see you in the face, Miss Evelina, which I have wished for long enough. O charming book! I give it you my word I have read it often enough. It is my favourite studioso for apprehending the English language; which is difficult often. I pray you, Miss Evelina, write some more little volumes of the quickest.' “I disclaimed the name, and was walking away; but he followed me with an apology. 'I pray your pardon, Mademoiselle. My ideas got in a blunder often. It is Miss Borni what name I meant to accentuate, I pray your pardon, Miss Evelina.'”—ED.] 153 (return) 154 (return) 155 (return) 156 (return) 157 (return) 158 (return) 159 (return) 160 (return) 161 (return) 162 (return) 163 (return) 164 (return) 165 (return) 166 (return) 167 (return) 168 (return) 169 (return) 170 (return) 171 (return) 172 (return) 173 (return) 174 (return) 175 (return) 176 (return) 177 (return) “In memory Of SAMUEL CRISP, Esq., who died April 24, 1783, aged 76. [ Mr. Gibbon, “in stepping too lightly from, or to a boat of Mr. Cambridge's, had slipt into the Thames; whence, however, he was intrepidly and immediately rescued, with no other mischief than a wet jacket, by one of that fearless, water-proof race, denominated, by Mr. Gibbon, the amphibious family of the Cambridges.” (“Memoir of Dr. Burney,” vol. ii. P. 341.)—ED.] 178 (return) 179 (return) 180 (return) 181 (return) 182 (return) 183 (return) 184 (return) 185 (return) 186 (return) 187 (return) 188 (return) 189 (return) 190 (return) 191 (return) 192 (return) 193 (return) 194 (return) 195 (return) 196 (return) 197 (return) 198 (return) 199 (return) 200 (return) 201 (return) Among the fellow-passengers of Hastings on the ship which conveyed him to India in 1769, were a German portrait-painter, named Imhoff, and his wife, who were going out to Madras in the hope of bettering their circumstances. During the voyage a strong attachment sprang up between Hastings and the lady, who nursed him through an illness. The husband, it seems, had as little affection for his wife as she had for him, and was easily prevailed upon to enter into an amicable arrangement, by virtue of which Madame Imhoff instituted proceedings for divorce against him in the German courts. Pending the result, the Imhoffs continued to live together ostensibly as man and wife to avoid scandal. The proceedings—were long protracted, but a decree of divorce was finally procured in 1772, when Hastings married the lady and paid to the complaisant husband a sum, it is said, exceeding, 10,000 pounds. The favourable reception accorded by the queen to Mrs. Hastings, when, in 1784, she returned to England as wife of the Governor-general of Bengal, passed not without public comment. Her husband, however, was in high esteem at Court from his great services, and she had an additional recommendation to the queen's favour in the friendship of Mrs. Schwellenberg, the keeper of the robes, whom she had known before her voyage to India.—ED.] 202 (return) 203 (return) 204 (return) 205 (return) 206 (return) 207 (return) 208 (return) 209 (return) 210 (return) 211 (return) 212 (return) 213 (return) 214 (return) 215 (return) 216 (return) 217 (return) 218 (return) 219 (return) 220 (return) 221 (return) 222 (return) 223 (return) 224 (return) “THE GREAT COAT. “Thrice honour'd Robe! couldst thou espy The form that deigns to show thy worth; Hear the mild voice, view the arch eye, That call thy panegyric forth; “Wouldst thou not swell with vain delight? With proud expansion sail along? And deem thyself more grand and bright Than aught that lives in ancient song, “Than Venus' cestus, Dian's crest, Minerva's helmet, fierce and bold, Or all of emblem gay that dress'd Capricious goddesses of old? “Thee higher honours yet await:— Haste, then, thy triumphs quick prepare, Thy trophies spread in haughty state, Sweep o'ei the earth, and scoff the air. “Ah no!—retract!—retreat!—oh stay! Learn, wiser, whence so well thou'st sped; She whose behest produced this lay By no false colours is misled. “Suffice it for the buskin'd race Plaudits by pomp and shew to win; Those seek simplicity and grace Whose dignity is from within. “The cares, or joys, she soars above That to the toilette's duties cleave; Far other cares her bosom move, Far other joys those cares relieve. “The garb of state she inly scorn'd, Glad from its trappings to be freed, She saw thee humble, unadorn'd, Quick of attire,—a child of speed. “Still, then, thrice honour'd Robe! retain Thy modest guise, thy decent ease; Nor let thy favour prove thy bane By turning from its fostering breeze. “She views thee with a mental eye, And from thee draws this moral end:— Since hours are register'd on high, The friend of Time is Virtue's friend.”] For this precious production Fanny received quite as much as it was worth,—the thanks of the queen, who added, “Indeed it is very pretty—only! I don't deserve it.”—-ED.] 225 (return) 226 (return) 227 (return) 228 (return) 229 (return) |