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'(Delphos) along the sides of Parnassus, I saw six eagles in the air. It is uncommon to see so many together; and it was the number-not the species, 'which is common enough-that excited my atten'tion.
The last bird I ever fired at was an eaglet, on the ' shore of the Gulf of Lepanto, near Vostitza. It was only wounded, and I tried to save it, the eye was so bright; but it pined, and died in a few days; and I ' never did since, and never will, attempt the death of another bird. I wonder what put these two things ' into my head just now? I have been reading Sis'mondi, and there is nothing there that could induce 'the recollection.
I am mightily taken with Braccio di Montone, 'Giovanni Galeazzo, and Eccelino. But the last is 'not Bracciaferro (of the same name), Count of Ra6 venna, whose history I want to trace. There is a 'fine engraving in Lavater, from a picture by Fuseli, 'of that Ezzelin, over the body of Meduna, punished 'by him for a hitch in her constancy during his absence ' in the Crusades. He was right-but I want to know 'the story.
'Last night, party at Lansdowne-house. To-night, 'party at Lady Charlotte Greville's-deplorable waste ' of time, and something of temper. Nothing imparted '-nothing acquired-talking without ideas-if anything like thought in my mind, it was not on the sub'jects on which we were gabbling. Heigho!-and in 'this way half London pass what is called life. To'morrow there is Lady Heathcote's-shall I go? yes— 'to punish myself for not having a pursuit.
'Let me see what did I see? The only person
'who much struck me was Lady S** d's eldest daugh'ter, Lady C. L. They say she is not pretty. I don't 'know every thing is pretty that pleases; but there ' is an air of soul about her-and her colour changesand there is that shyness of the antelope (which I delight in) in her manner so much, that I observed her more than I did any other woman in the rooms, ' and only looked at anything else when I thought 'she might perceive and feel embarrassed by my scru
tiny. After all, there may be something of associa'tion in this. She is a friend of Augusta's, and what' ever she loves, I can't help liking.
'Her mother, the marchioness, talked to me a little; ' and I was twenty times on the point of asking her 'to introduce me to sa fille, but I stopped short. This 'comes of that affray with the Carlisles.
'Earl Grey told me, laughingly, of a paragraph in 'the last Moniteur, which has stated, among other symptoms of rebellion, some particulars of the sensation occasioned in all our government gazettes by the "“tear" lines,—only amplifying, in its re-statement, 'an epigram (by the by, no epigram except in the 'Greek acceptation of the word) into a roman. 'wonder the Couriers, &c., &c., have not translated 'that part of the Moniteur, with additional com
'The Princess of Wales has requested Fuseli to paint from "The Corsair,"-leaving to him the choice ' of any passage for the subject: so Mr. Locke tells me. Tired, jaded, selfish, and supine-must go to ‹ bed.
'Roman, at least Romance, means a song sometimes, 'as in the Spanish. I suppose this is the Moniteur's
'meaning, unless he has confused it with "The Cor'sair."
'Albany, March 28.
'This night got into my new apartments, rented of 'Lord Althorpe, on a lease of seven years. Spacious, ' and room for my books and sabres. In the house, 'too, another advantage. The last few days, or whole 'week, have been very abstemious, regular in exer'cise, and yet very unwell.
Yesterday, dined tête-à-tête at the Cocoa with Scrope Davies-sat from six till midnight-drank 'between us one bottle of champagne and six of 'claret, neither of which wines ever affect me. Offered 'to take Scrope home in my carriage; but he was 'tipsy and pious, and I was obliged to leave him on 'his knees, praying to I know not what purpose or pagod. No headache, nor sickness, that night nor to-day. Got up, if anything, earlier than usual— sparred with Jackson ad sudorem, and have been 'much better in health than for many days. I have 'heard nothing more from Scrope. Yesterday paid 'him four thousand eight hundred pounds, a debt of some standing, and which I wished to have paid before. My mind is much relieved by the removal of that 'debit.
Augusta wants me to make it up with Carlisle. I 'have refused every body else, but I can't deny her 'anything;-so I must e'en do it, though I had as lief "drink up Eisel-eat a crocodile." Let me see'Ward, the Hollands, the Lambs, Rogers, &c. &c.everybody, more or less, have been trying for the 'last two years to accommodate this couplet quarrel to 'no purpose. I shall laugh if Augusta succeeds.
'Redde a little of many things-shall get in all my