To Miss Willoughby. No. 10, Sion Row, Clifton, 16th March, 1821. IT is almost time to tell you what a providence watched over your old friend at Exeter, after my letter was written, at three o'clock, Sunday morning. The bed was very high, and getting into it, I set my foot on a light chair, which flew from the pressure, and revenged it on my leg in a terrible manner. The wonder is, no bones were broken; only a cruel bruize and slight tear, and we trotted on hither, after cathedral service, at which I hardly could kneel to thank God for my escape. "Not a mouse stirring," the French translators of Hamlet rendered, "Je n'ai pas entendu un souris trotter." Our mouse could not trot without your assistance; with it, he performed his journey beautifully; though I did feel a horrid pang about my own imprudence, running into a dirty cottage on the road, full of the small-pox. Long live vaccination, however, and Dr. Jenner who first devised it. Sunday, 18th. Here is a storm worthy of Mount's Bay; your billows must roar finely this morning. Bessy would not trust me to church, I should have been blown down the hill, she says. So since Mr. Le Gris's blessing has helped bring me safe hither, I must not press it further, but sit pretty and put my leg upon a chair, instead of my foot. Was not it a horrible accident? and in the dead of the night so! Dr. Forbes will be very sorry, for poor H. L. P., always a blue, now a black and blue, lady, bruised, say you, from top to toe?"My Lord, from head to foot." To Sir James Fellowes. 24th March, 1821, Sunday Morning, YOUR letter only came last night. My dear Sir James Fellowes, though a tardy correspondent is always a kind one. True it is, that your sister has seduced me to dine with her on Tuesday next; and rejoyce in our friend Conway's success, which I hope to witness on Monday evening. True it is, that I arrived at Clifton on the 12th March, escaping the stormy equinox, which must have shaken poor Penzance to the foundation. It is built upon the sand, so no wonder. True it is, that I hope to shew myself to you unimpaired, as to appearance; but my value will be lessened because I have broken my shin. Is not that the case now and then with a quick goer? Sleeping in Russel Street, however, would not do. I have asked Miss Williams to dine with Mrs. Pennington and me at the Elephant and Castle, where I will set up my repose, and keep my 1. e. g.-my elegy -in good repair. Mrs. Pennington is quite poetical, always eloquent on that, and every subject. Since my arrival at Sion Hill, for there I occupy a lodging till my house in the Crescent is ready, - two parcels directed by dying friends, have given me a mournful sensation they are letters written by me to them in distant days, I know not how happy. You will have to look them over after my death, and I dare say they are better than those I write now. My intention, however, is not to be in haste: though Salusbury seemed to apprehend his journey would be long and expensive if I died at Penzance. So here is poor aunt at the embouchure of his favourite River Severn, and here he may come after the 10th of July to look after the demise and the legacy [leg I see]; but he must stay away till I have put my house in order.* * "On the day following the date of this letter, which was the last I received from Mrs. Piozzi, I called at the Castle and Elephant at Bath, and found her and Mrs. Pennington. She was in high spirits, joking about the l. e. g. She dined with my father and sister, at No. 7, Russell Street, and was throughout the evening the admiration of the company, amongst whom were Mrs. Pennington, the lady so often mentioned in Anna Seward's correspondence as the beautiful and agreeable Sophia Weston; Admiral Sir Henry Bayntum, G.C.B., a distinguished naval officer at the battle of Trafalgar; Mr. Lutwyche (Mr. Lutwyche's house in Marlborough-buildings was celebrated for its hospitality, and as the resort of all the most agreeable society at Bath. Mrs. L. was the daughter of Sir Noah Thomas, a baronet and distinguished physician); and Mr. Conway, the actor, who was held in high estimation for his excellent private character. He fell overboard and was drowned on his passage from New York."-Sir J. Fellowes. 465 INDEX. Abington, Mrs., i. 102. 39. Alexander I. of Russia, anecdote of, Alfieri and the Duchess of Albany, Allegrante, the singer, i. 165. Andrews, Miles Peter, ii. 97, 280. Anne, Queen, couplet on, ii. 92. Asheri, Mrs. Piozzi's story of, ii. 181. Aston, Molly, Johnson's admiration Johnson's epigram on her, i. 50. "Atlas," man-of-war, the, ii. 117. Bâch y Graig, Dr. Johnson's de- Baillie, Joanna, her dramas, ii. 260, Balbus, story of, ii. 332. Balloons, ii. 297. VOL. II. Barclay, Mr., the Quaker, purchases 46. Baretti, Signor Guiseppe, his verses, accompanies Dr. Johnson and history of Baretti, i. 91. account of him by Dr. Camp his dislike of Boswell, i. 101. Magazine," i. 243, 301, 315. the comedy of the "Sentimen- lines on his portrait, ii. 177. нн Barrow, his description of wit Bassi's verses, ii. 192. translation of, ii. 193. 384. Bentley, Dr. Richard, his verses on Betty, the actor, ii. 263. |