itchen-garden at the foot of the mountain.
In this sequestered abode these two extraordinary persons, with minds
equally cultivated, and accomplishments equally pleasing, have now
resided ten years, without ever having been absent from it a single
night. Nevertheless they are not unsociable, they sometimes pay
visits to the neighbouring gentry, and receive with the greatest
politeness travellers on their way to or from Ireland, who are
recommended to them by any of their old friends.'

"This account strongly excited my curiosity, and produced the same
effect on Mademoiselle d'Orleans and my two young companions. We
determined the same night to set out immediately for Llangollen, by
the circuitous route of Brighton, Portsmouth, and the Isle of Wight.
It was the latter end of July when we arrived at Llangollen. This
place has not the rich appearance of the English villages in general,
but nothing can equal the cleanliness of the houses, and among the
lower classes of any country this is an infallible proof of
abundance. Llangollen, surrounded with woods and meadows, clothed
with the freshest verdure, is situated at the foot of the mountain
belonging to the two friends, which there forms a majestic pyramid
covered with trees and flowers. We arrived at the cottage, the only
object of our journey, an hour before sunset.

"The two friends had received in the morning by a messenger the
letter which Mr. Stuart had given me for them. We were received with
a grace, a cordiality, and kindness, of which it would be impossible
for me to give any idea. I could not turn my eyes from those two
ladies, rendered so interesting by their friendship and so
extraordinary on account of their way of life. I perceived in them
none of that vanity which takes delight in the surprize of others.
Their mutual attachment, and their whole conduct evince such
simplicity, that astonishment soon gives way to softer emotions; all
they do and say breathes the utmost frankness and sincerity. One
circumstance which I cannot help remarking is, that after living so
many years in this sequestered retreat, they speak French with equal
fluency and purity. I was likewise much struck with the little
resemblance there is between them. Lady Eleanor has a charming face,
embellished with the glow of health; her whole app