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Page 81 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 71 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Page 25 - I witness your extraordinary fortitude with new wonder at every new misfortune. Often, after reflecting on this subject, you appear to me so superior, so elevated above all other men ; I contemplate you with such a strange mixture of humility, admiration, reverence, love, and pride, that very little superstition would be necessary to make me worship you as a superior being : such enthusiasm does your character excite in me.
Page 190 - Philadelphians, the justice to say, that they have more cleverness in the turn of an eye than those of New York have in their whole composition. With what ease have I seen a Chew, a Penn, an Oswald...
Page 24 - And do you regret that you are not also a woman ? That you are not numbered in that galaxy of beauty which adorns an assembly-room ? Coquetting for admiration and attracting flattery ? No. I answer with confidence. You feel that you are maturing for solid friendship. The friends you gain you will never lose ; and no one, I think, will dare to insult your understanding by such compliments as are most graciously received by too many of your sex.
Page 72 - ... heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds ; And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words ; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burdened bee Forth issue from the rose. Affections are as thoughts to her, The measures of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrancy, The freshness of young flowers...
Page 20 - I am indebted to you, my dearest Theodosia, for a very great portion of the happiness which I have enjoyed in this life. You have completely satisfied all that my heart and affections had hoped or even wished. With a little more perseverance, determination, and industry, you will obtain all that my ambition or vanity had fondly imagined. Let your son have occasion to be proud that he had a mother. Adieu. Adieu.
Page 51 - Tell your master that Madame Bonaparte is ambitious, and demands her rights as a member of the imperial family.
Page 37 - I wished to hold you fast, and prevent you from going this morning. "But He who is wisdom itself ordains events ; we must submit to them. Least of all should I murmur. I on whom so many blessings have been showered, whose days have been numbered by bounties, who have had such a husband, such a child, and such a father. Oh, pardon me. my God. if I regret leaving these. I resign myself. Adieu once more and for the last time, my beloved. Speak of me often to our son. Let him love the memory of his mother,...