You see I expose to you all the very linings of my heart I dissect it and exhibit all the vanity it contains.

But you will excuse me when I tell you of a compliment that might have turned a wiser head than mine.

The fame of my huntress's costume (Mademoiselle D'Henin was in those days the very _beau-ideal_ of a Diana!) was such that it reached the ears of the wife of our butcher, who sent to beg that I would lend it to her to copy, as she was going to a fancy ball!" A letter of the 8th of August, 1842, written from Fulham Palace, contains some interesting notices of the grief and desolation caused by the sad death of the Duke of Orleans.
"Was there ever a more afflicting calamity!" she writes.

"When last I wrote his name in a letter to you, it was to describe him as the admired of all beholders, the hero of the _fete_, the pride and honour of France, and now what remains of him is in his grave! The affliction of his family baffles all description.

I receive the most touching accounts from Paris.