" "By my soul, Horace," said I, "here comes a splendid creature,
a very divinity, my boy: I' faith just such a woman as might melt the
heart of a corsair." "By my honour you have hit the mark exactly,"
replied Eglantine, "for she is already the corsair's bride, and Corbett
feels, as he ought to do, not a little proud of his good fortune. The
raven-haired Graces accompanying that true son of Neptune, Sir
George Thomas, are daughters of the baronet, and, report says, very
accomplished girls. Now by all that's fascinating and charming, hither
comes the beautiful Miss Seymour, Mrs. Fitzherbert's _protege_, and his
Majesty's little pet--an appellation I have often heard him salute
her by. The magnificent-looking belle by her side is a relation, the
charming Mrs. Seymour, acknowledged to be a star of the first magnitude
in female attractions. The three portly-looking gentlemen whose
grog-blossomed visages speak their love of the good things of this
world are the Admirals Scott and Hope, and that facetious of all funny
senators, Sir Isaac Coffin. If you are an admirer of the soft and the
sentimental, of the love-enkindling eye, and Madonna-like expression
of countenance, observe that band of Arcadian shepherdesses in speckled
dresses yonder--Bristol diamonds of the first and purest ~165~~water,
I assure you; and their respected father, the wealthy proprietor of
Miles's-court, Bristol, may well be delighted with his amiable and
beauteous daughters.
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