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Diary Illustration of the Times of George the Fourth Interspersed with Original Letters from the Late Queen Caroline and from Various Other Distinguis

Diary Illustration of the Times of George the Fourth Interspersed with Original Letters from the Late Queen Caroline and from Various Other Distinguis

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ISBN10: 1153751771
ISBN13: 9781153751773
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 92
Weight: 0.40
Height: 0.19 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1838 Excerpt: ...of poetry. A Monsieur and Madame D'Amiser, or D'e Amer (I know not which) dined at the Princess's. She is a Neapolitan, he is a French general, who served Murat, and is attached to him, but, owing to some dissatisfaction, leaves the court of Naples, and is returning to Bourdeaux. I was left to talk to him en t te-h-tete, and found him a very sensible, agreeable man, more like a solid quiet Englishman than a foreigner. He is only thirty, but might be any age, from his appearance. I never saw so old-looking a person for his time of life. He spoke reasonably about politics; said he had never known the Bourbons, and was too young to have formed any attachment to them; but, had he once sworn fidelity, he never would have been so vile as to have forsaken their cause. The evening was tolerably agreeable. Sunday, April 9th, 1815--Went out at eight o'clock, to see the Pope perform mass in the cathedral, but was too late to be able to see any part of the ceremony. The church was so crowded, there was hardly room to squeeze through the middle aisle. We met, however, the Pope's secretary, who directed me very civilly, through a low door, into an adjoining house belonging to some Cardinal, where the Pope was to go after mass to take refreshment. The soldiers who lined the way, at first refused me admittance; but some one cried out Inglese, Inglese I and immediately we had way made for us to pass. I went up stairs to a large apartment, where many others waited besides myself; and there I saw La sua Santitti pass close by me. He is a little man and bowed with age, but of a noble aspect, and a peculiar serenity of countenance. After he had passed by, I was not satisfied with so cursory a glance, and waited in the hope of being presented to him. My friend, ...

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