with Lady Stanhope and Lady Granville Somerset.
It is a beautiful re. gion,—indeed, the whole of the county of Kent has a good reputation, —and as the weather was bright and cool, I much enjoyed it. In the course of the drive we stopped at a most neat and even elegant little cottage, standing in the midst of a rich lawn, full of shrubbery and flower-beds, where there still lives Miss Thrale, one of the daughters of Johnson's Thrale, whose brewery—as Lady Stanhope told me—is now that of Barclay Perkins & Co. Miss Thrale is of course no longer young.
She is, in fact, eighty-seven years old, but she is a stout, easy, comfortable old lady, full of good works and alms, and one who, as she has no love for books,--or very little,—does not care to talk about Dr. Johnson, and still less about her mother.
But her cottage and grounds are in excellent taste, and well become the character and position of their possessor, who is much liked through all the country side.
We returned by Chath