holiday and go with my mother to a party at Dr. Granville's.
Tuesday, I act Belvidera, and _afterward_ go to Lady Dacre's; I do
this because, as I fixed the day myself for her party, not
expecting to act that night, I cannot decently get off. Lady
Macdonald's dinner party is put off; so until Saturday, when I play
Beatrice, I shall spend my time in practicing, reading, writing
(_not_ arithmetic), walking, working cross-stitch, and similar
young-ladyisms.

Good-by, my dear H----. Give my love to Dorothy, if she will take
it; if not, put it to your own share. I think this letter deserves
a long answer. Mrs. Norton, Chantrey, and Barry Cornwall have come
in while I have been finishing this letter; does not that sound
pretty and pleasant? and don't you envy us some of our
_privileges?_ My mother has been seeing P----'s picture of my
father in Macbeth this morning, and you never heard anything
funnier than her rage at it: "A fat, red, round, staring, _pudsy_
thing! the eyes no more like his than mine are!" (certainly, no
human eyes could be more dissimilar); "and then, his jaw!--bless my
soul, how could he miss it! the Kemble jawbone! Why, it was as
notorious as Samson's!" Good-by. Your affectionate

FANNY.

Lady Eleanor Butler and Miss Ponsonby, the famous friends of Llangollen,
kept during the whole life they spent together under such peculiar
circumstances a daily diary, so minute as to include the mention not
only of every one they saw (and it must be remembered that their
hermitage was a place of fashionable pilgrimage, as well as a hospitable
refuge), but also _what they had for dinner every day_--so I have been
told.

The little box on the stage I have alluded to in this letter as Mrs.
Siddons's was a small recess opposite the prompter's box, and of much
the same proportions, that my father had fitted up for the especial
convenience of my aunt Siddons whenever she chose to honor my
performances with her presence. She came to it several times, but the
draughts in crossing the stage were bad, and the exertion and excitement
too much for her, and her life was not prolonged much after my coming
upon the stage.

Lord and Lady Dacre were among my kindest friends. With Lady Dacre I
corresponded from the beginning of our acquaintance until her death,
which