'Very true, Charlotte.'
And so it is, Harriet. I have done--Adieu!--Lord G---- will be silly
again, I doubt; but I am prepared. I wish he had half my patience.
'Be quiet, Lord G----! What a fool you are!'--The man, my dear, under
pretence of being friends, run his sharp nose in my eye. No bearing his
fondness: It is worse than insolence. How my eye waters!--I can tell
him--But I will tell him, and not you.--Adieu, once more.
CHARLOTTE G----
LETTER XLIII
MR. LOWTHER, TO JOHN ARNOLD, ESQ.
(HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW) IN LONDON.
BOLOGNA, MAY 5-16.
I will now, my dear brother, give you a circumstantial account of our
short, but flying journey. The 20th of April, O.S. early in the morning,
we left Paris, and reached Lyons the 24th, at night.
Resting but a few hours, we set out for Pont Beauvoisin, where we arrived
the following evening: There we bid adieu to France, and found ourselves
in Savoy, equally noted for its poverty and rocky mountains. Indeed it
was a total change of the scene. We had left behind us a blooming
spring, which enlivened with its verdure the trees and hedges on the road
we passed, and the meadows already smiled with flowers. The cheerful
inhabitants were busy in adjusting their limits, lopping their trees,
pruning their vines, tilling their fields: but when we entered Savoy,
nature wore a very different face; and I must own, that my spirits were
great sufferers by the change.
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