I tell you nothing of how sincerely I sympathise in your affliction; yet I believe that Mr. Crutchley and Dr. Johnson alone do so more earnestly; and I have some melancholy comfort in flattering myself that, allowing for the difference of our characters, that true regard which I felt was as truly returned.  Nothing but kindness did I ever meet with; he ever loved to have me, not merely with his family, but with himself; and gratefully shall I ever remember a thousand kind expressions of esteem and good opinion, which are now crowding upon my memory.

(116) Mr. Smelt was a friend of Dr. Burney’s, and highly esteemed by Fanny both for his character and talents.  He had been tutor to the Prince of Wales (afterwards George IV.).  We shall meet with him later.-Ed,

(117)This boy was afterwards the celebrated painter, Sir Thomas Lawrence, President of the Royal Academy.

(118) Constantine John Phipps, second Baron Mulgrave in the Irish peerage.  He was born in 1744; served with distinction in the navy, and made a voyage of discovery towards the North Pole in 1773.  His account of this voyage was published in the following year.  He became Baron Mulgrave on the death of his father, the first Baron, in 1775; was raised to the English peerage under the title of Lord Mulgrave in 1790, and died in 1792.-Ed.

(119) Mrs. Byron was the wife of Admiral the Hon. John Byron ("Foul-weather Jack"), and grandmother of the poet.  Her daughter Augusta subsequently married Vice-Admiral Parker, and died in 1824.-Ed.

(120) Mrs. Dobson was authoress of an abridged translation of “Petrarch’s Life,” and of the “History of the Troubadours."-Ed.

(121) Dr. Harrington was a physician, and a friend of Dr. Burney.  His son, “Mr. Henry”—­the Rev. Henry Harrington—­was the editor of “Nugaae Antiquae.""-Ed.

(122) The rough-mannered, brutal sea-captain in “Evelina."-Ed.

(123) Lady Miller, of Bath Easton—­the lady of the Vase.  Horace Walpole gives an amusing description of the flummery which was indulged in every week at Bath Easton under her presidency.  “You must know, that near Bath is erected a new Parnassus, composed of three laurels, a myrtle-tree, a weeping-willow, and a view of the Avon, which has now been christened Helicon.  Ten years ago there lived a Madam (Briggs], an old rough humourist, who passed for a wit; her daughter, who passed for nothing, married to a captain [Miller], full of good-natured officiousness.  These good folks were friends of Miss Rich, who carried me to dine with them at Bath Easton, now Pindus.  They caught a little of what was then called taste, built, and planted, and begot children, till the whole caravan were forced to go abroad to retrieve.  Alas!  Mrs. Miller is returned a beauty, a genius, a Sappho, a tenth muse, as romantic as Mademoiselle Scuderi, and as sophisticated as Mrs. Vesey.  The captain’s fingers are