her passions to
play upon it; and I never saw any face, with so little shade, express so
many powerful and varied emotions. Lady ---- told me that the Princess
Charlotte talked to her about her situation, and said, in a very
quiet, but determined way, she WOULD NOT BEAR IT, and that as soon as
parliament met, she intended to come to Warwick House, and remain there;
that she was also determined not to consider the Duchess of Leeds as
her GOVERNESS but only as her FIRST LADY. She made many observations
on other persons and subjects; and appears to be very quick, very
penetrating, but imperious and wilful. There is a tone of romance, too,
in her character, which will only serve to mislead her.

"She told her mother that there had been a great battle at Windsor
between the queen and the prince, the former refusing to give up
Miss Knight from her own person to attend on Princess Charlotte as
sub-governess. But the prince-regent had gone to Windsor himself, and
insisted on her doing so; and the 'old Beguin' was forced to submit,
but has been ill ever since: and Sir Henry Halford declared it was a
complete breaking up of her constitution--to the great delight of the
two princesses, who were talking about this affair. Miss Knight was the
very person they wished to have; they think they can do as they like
with her. It has been ordered that the Princess Charlotte should not see
her mother alone for a single moment; but the latter went into her room,
stuffed a pair of large shoes full of papers, and having given them to
her daughter, she went home. Lady ---- told me everything was written
down and sent to Mr. Brougham NEXT DAY."

See what discord will creap even into the best regulated famlies. Here
are six of 'em--viz., the quean and her two daughters, her son, and his
wife and daughter; and the manner in which they hate one another is a
compleat puzzle.

{his mother.
The Prince hates... {his wife.
{his daughter.

Princess Charlotte hates her father.

Princess of Wales hates her husband.

The old quean, by their squobbles, is on the pint of death; and her two
jewtiful daughters are delighted at the news. What a happy, fashnabble,
Christian famly! O Mr. Yorke, Mr. Yorke, if this is the way in the
drawin-rooms, I'm quite content to live below, in pease and charaty with
all men; writin, as I am now, in my pantry, or els havin a quiet game at
cards in the servants-all.