y of the lot of a woman with whom all men were dying in love, except her two last husbands; and with the first, a poor sickly child, she had no happiness.
A woman the object of desire to so many, yet never suffered to become the parent of more than two children, and from those separated in so brief a space after birth, and never permitted to take the least comfort in them afterwards.
Picture of Montrose charmed my eye. Some noble Vandykes.
A full length of George by Wilkie.
Hateful old John Knox, with a wife like himself.
Came up the Canongate.
Were ever people so villainously dirty? Ms.
There is a passage somewhat similar, but not nearly so well stated, reprinted from the Tribune, in At Home and Abroad, p. 149.
During her tour in Scotland it is interesting to see how lightly she passes by the night when she was lost on Ben Lomond, of which so full an account is given in her Memoirs:
Memoirs, II. 178; also, At Home and Abroad, p 153.--