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Letters of the Right Honourable Lady M—y W—y M—e eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 284 pages of information about Letters of the Right Honourable Lady M—y W—y M—e.
affair entirely to your satisfaction.  You may judge in what manner I should have received this compliment in my own country; but I was well enough acquainted with the way of this, to know that he really intended me an obligation, and I thanked him with a very grave courtesy for his zeal to serve me, and only assured him, I had no occasion to make use of it.  Thus you see, my dear, that gallantry and good-breeding are as different, in different climates, as morality and religion.  Who have the rightest (sic) notions of both, we shall never know till the day of judgment; for which great day of eclaircissement, I own there is very little impatience in
          
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L E T. XI.

TO MRS J——.

Vienna, Sept. 26.  O. S. 1716.

I WAS never more agreeably surprised than by your obliging letter.  ’Tis a peculiar mark of my esteem that I tell you so; and I can assure you, that if I loved you one grain less than I do, I should be very sorry to see it so diverting as it is.  The mortal aversion I have to writing, makes me tremble at the thoughts of a new correspondent; and I believe I have disobliged no less than a dozen of my London acquaintance by refusing to hear from them, though I did verily think they intended to send me very entertaining letters.  But I had rather lose the pleasure of reading several witty things, than be forced to write many stuped (sic) ones.  Yet, in spite of these considerations, I am charmed with the proof of your friendship, and beg a continuation of the same goodness, though I fear the dulness of this will make you immediately repent of it.  It is not from Austria that one can write with vivacity, and I am already infected with the phlegm of the country.  Even their amours and their quarrels are carried on with a surprising temper, and they are never lively but upon points of ceremony.  There, I own, they shew all their passions; and ’tis not long since two coaches, meeting in a narrow street at night, the ladies in them not being able to adjust the ceremonial of which should go back, sat there, with equal gallantry till two in the morning, and were both so fully determined to die upon the spot rather than yield, in a point of that importance, that the street would never have been cleared till their deaths, if the emperor had not sent his guards to part them; and even then they refused to stir, till the expedient could be found out of taking them both out in chairs, exactly in the same moment.  After the ladies were agreed, it was with some difficulty that the pass was decided between the two coachmen, no less tenacious of their rank than the ladies.  This passion is so omnipotent in the breasts of the women, that even their husbands never die but they are ready to break their hearts, because that fatal hour puts an end to their rank, no widows having any place at Vienna.  The men are not much less touched with this point of honour,

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