fected herself in the art in her seclusion, and has done some beautiful pieces which now ornament my gallery three of them are historical pieces, if I may call them so, of the most critical moments of her own eventful life; two of them she did in her cottage in Switzerland, and the third she has done since at Mr. Vandeleur's request. I want her to do one more, choosing for the subject the evening I found them and their sweet children seated under the lime-tree, in order to show the happiness they now enjoy; but hitherto I have been unsuccessful: sometimes she says she no longer has sufficient leisure for painting, and at other times asserts that paintings are only meant to commemorate what has already passed away. But come, love, we have indulged in a tête-à-tête too long." And so, gentle Reader, perhaps have you and I so, fare thee well! THE END. LONDON: PRINTED EY SAMUEL BENTLEY, |