BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, BOUVERIE STREET.

[Footnote 2: Now the Honourable Mrs. Robinson.]

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[Footnote 3: The Doctor’s eldest daughter.]

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[Footnote 4: This early celebrated performer, now in the decline of life, after losing her health, and nearly out-living her friends, is reduced, not by faults but misfortunes, to a state of pecuniary difficulties, through which she must long since have sunk, but for the generous succour of some personages as high in benevolence as in rank.[5] Should this appeal awaken some new commiserators of talents and integrity, bowed down by years and distress, they will find, in a small apartment, No. 58, in Great Portland-street, a feeble, but most interesting person, who is truly deserving of every kind impulse she may excite.]

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[Footnote 5: She is assisted, occasionally, by many noble ladies; but the Earl of Mount Edgcumbe is her most active patron.]

[Footnote 6: Pacchiorotti had not yet visited England.]

[Footnote 9: Afterwards Bishop of Durham.]

[Footnote 12: This has reference wholly to Bolt Court, where he constantly retained his home: at Streatham, continually as he there resided, it was always as a guest.]

[Footnote 17: Afterwards Author of Biographiana.]

[Footnote 18: His fifth daughter, Sarah Harriet, was then a child.]

[Footnote 19: His nephew and heir, he sent over to London to be educated.]

[Footnote 21: This was written in the year 1828.]

[Footnote 22: The first volume of this work was nearly printed, when the Editor had the grief of hearing that Sir Walter Scott was no more. In the general sorrow that his loss has spread throughout the British Empire, she presumes not to speak of her own: but she cannot persuade herself to annul the little tribute, by which she had meant to demonstrate to him her sense of the vivacity with which he had sought out her dwelling; invited her to the hospitality of his daughters at Abbotsford; and courteously, nay, eagerly, offered to do the honours of Scotland to her himself, from that celebrated abode.

In a subsequent visit with which he honoured and delighted her in the following year, she produced to him the scraps of documents and fragments which she had collected from ancient diaries and letters, in consequence of his inquiries. Pleased he looked; but told her that what already she had related, already—to use his own word—he had “noted;” adding, “And most particularly, I have not forgotten your mulberry tree!”