Memoirs of George Selwyn and His Contemporaries, Volume 1L. C. Page, 1902 |
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Abergavenny Adieu afterward appointed August Baron Bath beautiful believe brother celebrated Charles Hanbury Williams Charles Townshend Colonel countess court Crome daughter DEAR GEORGE DEAR SELWYN DEAR SIR death died dine dinner Duchess Duchess of Bedford Duchess of Grafton Duke of Queensberry Earl of March eldest father favour French George Augustus Selwyn George Selwyn George the Third Gilly Williams give glad Gloucester Hamilton hear Henry Hertford Hervey honour hope Horace Walpole humble servant John Lady Coventry Lady Mary Lady Townshend Lepel letter London Lord Coventry Lord Holland Lord March Madame March to George Marquis married minister Monsieur month morning never Newmarket Paris Parliament Pelham person Pitt pleasure Pray present Prince received RICHARD RIGBY Rigby says second Earl sister tell thousand pounds to-morrow told town Viscount week White's wife Williams to George wish yesterday
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Page 375 - Earl of March to George Selwyn. MY DEAR GEORGE : — I have lost my match and am quite broke. I cannot tell you how much. I am obliged to you for thinking of my difficulties, and providing for them in the midst of all your own. Let me hear soon. Yours very affectionately,
Page 19 - stopped short, and with a hollow, trembling voice, said, ' Mr. Selwyn, Mr. Walpole's compliments to you, and he has got a housebreaker for you.' A squadron immediately came to reinforce me, and having summoned Moreland with the keys of the fortress, we marched into the house to search for more of the gang. Colonel
Page 73 - Katherine, daughter of Henry Hyde, Earl of Clarendon and Rochester, the patroness of Gay, the Kitty of Prior's ballad, and celebrated by Pope : " If Queensberry to strip there's no compelling, 'Tis from a handmaid we must take a Helen.
Page 109 - had sworn against them, whilst the lords adjourned to their own house to consult. No part of the royal family was there, which was a proper regard to the unhappy men who were become their victims. One hundred and thirty-nine lords were present, and made a noble sight on their benches, frequent and full. The
Page 112 - do you think my lady will be prevailed upon to let me go and see the execution ? I have a friend that has promised to take care of me, and I can lie in the Tower the night before." My lady has quarrelled with Sir Charles Windham for calling
Page 53 - Still break the benches, Henley, with thy strain, While Sherlock, Hare, and Gibson preach in vain." Henley was the son of a clergyman ; was educated at St. John's College, Cambridge ; entered into holy orders ; grew weary of his seclusion as a country
Page 188 - Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast, Art he invokes new horrors still to bring. " Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise, Turrets and arches nodding to their fall ; Unpeopled monast'ries delude our eyes, And mimic desolation covers all. " ' Ah ! ' said the sighing peer, ' had Bute been true, Nor M—'s, R—'s, B—'s friendship vain, Far better scenes than these had bless'd our view, And
Page 13 - and a friend of the wits. It may be mentioned also, that previously to his completing his twenty-first year, his father's influence obtained for him the appointments of clerk of the irons and surveyor of the meltings at the mint, to which offices he was nominated on the
Page 275 - down-stairs, took her footman, said she was going to breakfast with Lady Sarah, but would call at Miss Reade's ; in the street, pretended to recollect a particular cap in which she was to be drawn, sent the footman back for it, whipped into a hackney-chair, was married at Covent Garden church, and set out for Mr. O'Brien's villa at Dunstable. My
Page 174 - brightest bloom ; (This Envy owns, since now her bloom is fled ; ) Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loom, Float in light vision round the poet's head. Whene'er with soft serenity she smiled, Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise, How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild The liquid lustre darted from her eyes ! Each look, each motion waked a new-born grace,