“Than the whole race of queens!”

Perhaps the spirit of your command did not mean that I should give you such manual proof of’ my remembrance; and you may not know what to make of a subject who avows a mutinous spirit, and at the same time exceeds the measure of his duty.  It is, I own, a kind of Irish loyalty; and, to keep up the Irish character, I will confess that I never was disposed to be so loyal to any sovereign that was not a subject. if you collect from all this galai-Datias that I am cordially your humble servant, I shall be content.  The Irish have the best hearts in the three kingdoms, and they never blunder more than when they attempt to express their zeal and affection:  the reason, I suppose, is, that cool sense never thinks of attempting impossibilities; but a warm heart feels itself ready to do more than is possible for those it loves.  I am sure our poor friend in Clarges-street(597) would subscribe to this last sentence.  What English heart ever excelled hers?  I should have almost said equalled, if I were not writing to one that rivals her.

The last time I saw her before I left London, Miss Burney(598) passed the evening there, looking quite recovered and well, and so cheerful and agreeable, that the court seems only to have improved the ease of her manner, instead of stamping more reserve on it, as I feared:  but what slight graces it can give, will not compensate to us and the world for the loss of her company and her writings.  Not but that some young ladies who can write, can stifle their talent as much as if they were under lock and key in the royal library.  I do not see but a cottage is as pernicious to genius as the Queen’s waiting-room.  Why should one remember people that forget themselves?  Oh!  I am sorry I used that expression, as it is commonly applied to such self-oblivion as Mrs. -; and light and darkness are not more opposite than the forgetfulness to which I alluded, and hers.  The former forgetfulness can forget its own powers and the injuries of others; the latter can forget its own defects, and the obligations and services it has received.  How poor is that language which has not distinct terms for modesty and virtue, and for excess of vanity and ingratitude!  The Arabic tongue, I suppose, has specific words for all the shades of oblivion, which, you see, has its extremes.  I think I have heard that there are some score of different terms for a lion in Arabic, each expressive of a different quality; and consequently its generosity and its appetite for blood are not confounded in one general word. but if an Arabian vocabulary were as numerous in proportion for all the qualities that can enter into a human composition, it would be more difficult to be learned therein, than to master all the characters of the Chinese.