George did not leave any mal hair to perpetuate the name of Griffin.
A widow of about twenty-seven, and a daughter avaritching twenty-three,
was left behind to deploar his loss, and share his proppaty. On old Sir
George's deth, his interesting widdo and orfan, who had both been with
him in Injer, returned home--tried London for a few months, did not
like it, and resolved on a trip to Paris; where very small London people
become very great ones, if they've money, as these Griffinses had.
The intelligent reader need not be told that Miss Griffin was not the
daughter of Lady Griffin; for though marritches are made tolrabbly early
in Injer, people are not quite so precoashoos as all that: the fact is,
Lady G. was Sir George's second wife. I need scarcely add, that Miss
Matilda Griffin wos the offspring of his fust marritch.

Miss Leonora Kicksey, a ansum, lively Islington gal, taken out to
Calcutta, and, amongst his other goods, very comfortably disposed of
by her uncle, Capting Kicksey, was one-and-twenty when she married Sir
George at seventy-one; and the 13 Miss Kickseys, nine of whom kep a
school at Islington (the other 4 being married variously in the city),
were not a little envius of my lady's luck, and not a little proud of
their relationship to her. One of 'em, Miss Jemima Kicksey, the oldest,
and by no means the least ugly of the sett, was staying with her
ladyship, and gev me all the partecklars. Of the rest of the famly,
being of a lo sort, I in course no nothink; MY acquaintance, thank my
stars, don't lie among them, or the likes of them.

Well, this Miss Jemima lived with her younger and more fortnat sister,
in the qualaty of companion, or toddy. Poar thing! I'd a soon be a gally
slave, as lead the life she did! Every body in the house despised her;
her ladyship insulted her; the very kitching gals scorned and flouted
her. She roat the notes, she kep the bills, she made the tea, she
whipped the chocklate, she cleaned the canary birds, and gev out the
linning for the wash. She was my lady's walking pocket, or rettycule;
and fetched and carried her handkercher, or her smell-bottle, like a
well-bred spaniel. All night, at her ladyship's swarries, she thumped
kidrills (nobody ever thought of asking HER to dance!); when Miss
Griffing sung, she played the piano, and was scolded because the singer
was out of tune; abommanating dogs, she never drove out without her
ladyship's puddle in her lap; and, reglarly unwell i