Spent last evening in the Rue d'Anjou: met there la Marquise de Pouleprie, and the usual _habitues_.

She is a delightful person; for age has neither chilled the warmth of her heart, nor impaired the vivacity of her manners.

I had heard much of her; for she is greatly beloved by the Duchesse de Guiche and all the De Gramont family; and she, knowing their partiality to me, treated me rather as an old than as a new acquaintance.
Talking of old times, to which the Duc de Gramont reverted, the Marquise mentioned having seen the celebrated Madame du Barry in the garden at Versailles, when she (the Marquise) was a very young girl.
She described her as having a most animated and pleasant countenance, _un petit nez retrousse_, brilliant eyes, full red lips, and as being altogether a very attractive person.
The Marquise de Pouleprie accompanied the French royal family to England, and remained with them there during the emigration.

She told me that once going through the streets of London in a carriage, with the French king, during an election at Westminster, the mob, ignorant of his rank, insisted that he and his servants should take off their hats, and cry out "Long live Sir Francis Burdett!" which his majesty did with great good humour, and laughed heartily after.
Went last night to see Mademoiselle Mars, in "Valerie." It was a finished performance, and worthy of her high reputation.

Never was there so musical a voice as hers! Every tone of it goes direct to the heart, and its intonations soothe and charm the ear.