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Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Lady Jane Butler to Lady Olivia Clarke, 12 January 1812
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Preface
Vol. I Contents.
Prefatory Address
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV
Chapter XXXV
Chapter XXXVI
Chapter XXXVII
Chapter XXXVIII
Vol. I Index
Vol. II Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter IV
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV
Chapter XXXV
Chapter XXXVI
Chapter XXXVII
Chapter XXXVIII
Chapter XXXIX
Chapter XL
Vol. II Index
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Baron’s Court,
January, 1812.
My dear Lady Clarke,

The vice-regal party are here, and are all running after the grouse, at this moment. The Duke is to make Dr. Morgan (of the Linnean Society, and Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians in London) a Knight. The ceremony is to take place in a few hours. The coquette has behaved very well, for these ten days past; she really seems now attached to him. She is afraid Lady Asgill has quizzed Sir Charles Morgan to you; for a reason Miss Owenson has, she thinks every body would rather have the mate. He is in as great a frenzy as ever about her. He left me, last night most suddenly, in the midst of an Italian duett, before the whole Court, to go and listen to what his love said to Mr. Parkhurst. I was rather offended at being so publicly disgraced and deserted, considering that he thinks me the first of women, and that I have great capabilities. However, I must tell you, Glorvina is minding her P. P. P.’s and Q. Q. Q’s.

Yours, sincerely,
J. Butler.