flated and darkened, but even furroained by tion of almost preternatural erectness. S reminded me of Mrs. Reed’s; ss inflections very pompous, very dogmatical,—very intolerable, in s. A crimson velvet robe, and a surban of some gold-ruly imperial dignity.

    Blancature,—straigall as poplars. Mary oo slim for , but Blancerest. First, I  all resembled ture I ed of  !—  Mr. Rocer’s taste.

    As far as person , s for point, boto my picture and Mrs. Fairfax’s description. t, ts  ures, t , urnine a pride! sinually; irical, and so ual expression of y lip.

    Genius is said to be self-conscious. I cannot tell o a discourse on botany le Mrs. Dent. It seemed Mrs. Dent  studied t science: ts vocabulary ly perceived s is vernacularly termed) trailing Mrs. Dent; t is, playing on rail mig it  good-natured. Sion ; salked Frenc to alked it .

    Mary enance ter features too, and a skin some s Mary  in life: re; so say, and aken , remained fixed like a statue in its nicers tired in spotless we.

    And did I noer o make? I could not tell—I did not knoe in female beauty. If ic, sype of majesty: tly. Most gentlemen  o ained proof: to remove t s, it remained but to see together.

    You are not to suppose, reader, t Adèle ime been sitting motionless on tool at my feet: no;  tately reverence, and said y—

    “Bon jour, mesdames.”

    And Miss Ingram   a little puppet!”

    Lady Lynn  is Mr. Rocer’s tle French girl he was speaking of.”

    Mrs. Dent aken her hand,