ham, Lord
Mount Charles, Sir Edmund Nagle, &c. &c. We remained chatting
in the house above half an hour, expecting every moment to see
the king enter; and I was greatly amused to observe Mr. W----
and Sir John C---- start and appear convulsed every time there
was a noise outside the door. We were admiring the fine lawn
when the Marquess Conyngham asked the Indians if they would
like to take a turn, at the same time opening the beautiful
door that leads to it. The party was no sooner out than we saw
the king standing quite still, and as erect as a grenadier on
a field day, some forty yards from us. We were all immediately
uncovered, and advanced slowly towards the handsomest, the
most elegant, the most enchanting man in the kingdom; the
Indians conducted by Marquess Conyngham, Sir Edmund Nagle, Sir
Andrew Barnard, Lord Mount Charles, &c. &c. The range of
balconies was filled with ladies. Sir John C----, Mr. W----
and I, allowed the party to approach his majesty, while we
modestly halted at a distance of twenty yards. It was worth
while being there only to see the benign countenance of the
greatest monarch in the world, and to witness his manner of
uncovering his head. The four chiefs fell on their knees. The
king desired them to rise, and entered into a great deal of
preliminary conversation. I saw him turn towards the marquess,
and after a few seconds he said, with his loud and sonorous
voice: "Pray, Mr. Brock, come near me,--I pray you come near
me." I felt a little for my companions who continued
unnoticed, and especially for Sir John C----, to whom I was
principally indebted for the royal interview.

The king addressed the Indians in French, very distinctly,
fluently, and loud: "I observe you have the portrait of my
father; will you permit me to present you with mine?" The
marquess then produced four large and weighty gold coronation
peer medallions of his majesty, suspended by a rich mazareen
blue silk riband. The chiefs, seeing this, dropped again upon
their knees, and the king took the four medallions
successively into his hand, and said: "Will some gentleman
have the goodness to tie this behind?"--upon which Sir Edmund
Nagle, with whom we had been condoling on account of the gout,
while waiting in the library, and who wore a list shoe,
skipped nimbly behind