came for something of royal speech upon it. She had a slight
accent, but spoke--Dr. Hugh Blair could not have picked a hole in
it--and you might have printed every word, so queen-like, gentle,
soothing, measured, prettily royal toward subjects whom she wished
to love her. The voice was modulated, low, not inharmonious; yet
there was something of metallic in it, akin to that smile in the
eyes. One durst not quite love this high personage as she wished to
be loved! Her very dress was notable; always the same, and in a
fashion of its own;--and must have required daily the fastening of
sixty or eighty pins.--_Reminiscences._


She had a pleasant, attractive physiognomy; which may be considered
better than strict beauty.--_Frederick the Great._


That light, yet so stately form; those dark tresses, shading a face
where smiles and sun-light played over earnest deeps.... He
ventured to address her, she answered with attention: nay, what if
there were a slight tremour in that silver voice; what if the red
glow of evening were hiding a transient blush!--_Sartor Resartus._


The whims of women must be humoured.--_French Revolution._


A woman of many household virtues; to a warm affection for her
children and husband she joined a degree of taste and intelligence
which is of much rarer occurrence.--_Life of Schiller._