classic in the University.
How such a report would have interested my father!

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Upon Mrs. D.'s mentioning that she had sent the
_Rejected Addresses_ to Mr. H., I began talking to
her a little about them, and expressed my hope of
their having amused her. Her answer was 'Oh dear,
yes, very much, very droll indeed--the opening of
the House and the striking up of the fiddles!'
What she meant, poor woman, who shall say? I
sought no farther. The P.'s have now got the book,
and like it very much; their niece Eleanor has
recommended it most warmly to them--_She_ looks
like a rejected addresser. As soon as a whist
party was formed, and a round table threatened, I
made my mother an excuse and came away, leaving
just as many for _their_ round table as there were
at Mrs. Grant's.[239] I wish they might be as
agreeable a set.

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The Miss Sibleys want to establish a Book Society
in their side of the country like ours. What can
be a stronger proof of that superiority in ours
over the Manydown and Steventon society, which I
have always foreseen and felt? No emulation of the
kind was ever inspired by _their_ proceedings; no
such wish of the Miss Sibleys was ever heard in
the course of the many years of that Society's
existence. And what are their Biglands and their
Barrows, their Macartneys and Mackenzies to
Captain Pasley's _Essay on the Military Police of
the British Empire_ and the _Rejected Addresses_?

I have walked once to Alton, and yesterday Miss
Papillon and I walked together to call on the
Garnets. . . . _I_ had a very agreeable walk, and if
_she_ had not, more shame for her, for I was quite
as entertaining as she was. Dame G. is pretty
well, and we found her surrounded by her
well-behaved, healthy, large-eyed children. I took
her an old shift, and promised her a set of our
linen, and my companion left some of her Bank
Stock with her.

Tell Martha that I hunt away the rogues every
night from under her bed; they feel the difference