This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 edition. Excerpt: ...not something about me in the newspapers." On Monday, June 4, we all went to Lnton-Hoe, to see Lord Bute's magnificent seat, for which I had obtained a ticket. As we entered the park, I talked in a high style of my old friendship with Lord Mountstuart, and said, " I shall probably be much at this place." The sage, aware of human vicissitudes, gently checked me: " Don't you be too sure of that." He made two or three peculiar observations; as, when shown the botanical garden, " Is not every garden a botanical garden?" When told that there was a shrubbery to the extent of several miles; "That is making a very foolish use of the ground; a little of it is very well." When it was proposed that we should walk on the pleasure ground; " Don't let us fatigue ourselves. Why should we walk there? Here is a fine tree, let's get to the top of it." But upon the whole, he was very much pleased. He said, " This is one of the places I do not regret having come to see. It is a very stately place, indeed; in the house magnificence is not sacrificed to convenience, nor convenience to magnificence. The library is very splendid; the dignity of the rooms is very great; and the quantity of pictures is beyond expectation, beyond hope." It happened without any previous concert that we visited the seat STAT-72-SOCIETY OF PROCURATORS. 235 of Lord Bute upon the king's birthday; we dined and drank his majesty's health at an inn in the village of Luton. In the evening, I put him in mind of his promise to favour me with a copy of his celebrated Letter to the Earl of Chesterfield, and he was at last pleased to comply with this earnest request, by dictating it to me from his memory; for he believed that he himself had no copy. There was an animated glow in his countenance while he...
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