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amous Ba --Her Eccentricities An Eastern editor observes: Lady Blessington is better known in this country than almost any other woman of title in the old country. She died at Paris, at the somewhat mature age of sixty two yet is generally supposed, by those who only know her by description, to have been then, and always, in the bloom of youth and beauty. The last time we saw her was in one of the boxes of Hor Majesty's Theater, in London, when Jenny Lind was playing Amint, in L. Sonnambula. A country consign who was with her, asked, "Who is that stout higbey rouged, and over-dressed old lady As iere were very many in the house to which this too truthful description was applicable we were unable to reply. But our fair inquirer spotted her by adding; "There? next the pillar. That fat old dowager, with the enormous turban, and, it is so odd, brides of file lace, just like whiskers, hanging down by the side of her vibrating ] heeks" The sun young lady paused for a re
amous Ba --Her Eccentricities An Eastern editor observes: Lady Blessington is better known in this country than almost any other woman of title in the old country. She died at Paris, at the somewhat mature age of sixty two yet is generally supposed, by those who only know her by description, to have been then, and always, in the bloom of youth and beauty. The last time we saw her was in one of the boxes of Hor Majesty's Theater, in London, when Jenny Lind was playing Amint, in L. Sonnambula. A country consign who was with her, asked, "Who is that stout higbey rouged, and over-dressed old lady As iere were very many in the house to which this too truthful description was applicable we were unable to reply. But our fair inquirer spotted her by adding; "There? next the pillar. That fat old dowager, with the enormous turban, and, it is so odd, brides of file lace, just like whiskers, hanging down by the side of her vibrating ] heeks" The sun young lady paused for a re