You know so well the way we contrive to find no time for
anything in this house, that I am sure you will not accuse me of ingratitude in
not having thanked you, either on Saturday or Sunday for two delightful letters
I have of yours, as well as for the songs and French letters, and the designs
for glorvinas, &c., &c.; but Saturday was so delightful, that I was out
from breakfast till dinner, and yesterday, I went to church (where,
par parenthèe, there is
the most delightful singing you can imagine), and after church, my usual Sunday
walk with mon époux filled up
the morn. You also know, that after dinner, what with hot wine and hot dishes,
I am never in a state
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I hope you yourself did not suffer from fatigue and anxiety, and that you are now in as perfect health, beauty, and spirits, as you ought to be.
Now for my glorvinas. Could you not enclose the one you think “precisely what I should like” the price three guineas, and I can order the others after I have seen it. I think I should like to have the motto on Lady Hamilton’s glorvina “Our hopes rest on thy dear black head.” Now do not laugh at my way of expressing what I wish you to put in better language, and in Irish; but I think we might unite notre espérance and the black head, which we fixed upon, for this glorvina.
As to the Princess’s, I intend only a glorvina, and the motto you mention would be very pretty; but that must be very handsome, and as it will not take long to make, I conclude, it shall be the last.
I should like to see a small ten guinea Irish harp; but it would not be advisable to risk sending it by post.
Before this, you will have seen Miss Butler; I did hope to have heard from her to-day. I trust she did not catch cold on the journey, and that she will find the festivities of Dublin repay her for the inconvenience.
Nothing new has occurred since you left us; you, and your
harp, we miss in every possible way. It was
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Have you sent the Luxima to England, yet? pray tell me, for though I never wished to hear it read ten pages at a time, I am very impatient to see it all together, and sincerely anxious for its success.
This is a most horrible griffonnage; but if I attempted to write it over again I should never send it, and I dare not even read it for fear I should think, for my own credit, it should be consigned to the flames.
