The History of Emily Montague by Frances Brooke
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The Colonel was the soul of our entertainment: amongst his other virtues, he has the companionable and convivial ones to an immense degree, which I never had an opportunity of discovering so clearly before. He seemed charmed beyond words to see us all so happy: we staid till four o'clock in the morning, yet all complained to-day we came away too soon. I need not tell you we had fiddles, for there is no entertainment in Canada without them: never was such a race of dancers. One o'clock. The dear man is come, and with an equipage which puts the Empress of Russia's tranieau to shame. America never beheld any thing so brilliant: "All other carrioles, at sight of this, Hide their diminish'd heads." Your brother's and Fitzgerald's will never dare to appear now; they sink into nothing. Seven in the evening. Emily has been in tears in her chamber; 'tis a letter of Mrs. Melmoth's which has had this agreable effect; some wise advice, I suppose. Lord! how I hate people that give advice! don't you, Lucy? I don't like this lover's coming; he is almost as bad as a husband: |
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