sentials and
fixed in her character: her mind seemed to have nothing of subtlety or
littleness in it, and she had all the courage of her station."

"She once said, 'I am a great coward, but I bluster it out like the best of
them till the danger's over.' I was told by one of the members of the
council awaiting her delivery, that Dr. Baillie came in, and said in answer
to some inquiries, 'She's doing very well: she'll not die of fear: she puts
a good Brunswick face upon the matter.' She had a surprisingly quick ear,
which I was pleasantly warned of: whilst playing whist, which being played
for shillings, was not the most silent game I ever witnessed, she would
suddenly reply to something that the baron or I would be talking of, in the
lowest tone, at the end of the room, whilst her companions at the table
were ignorant of the cause of her observations."

"I have increased respect for the Bishop of Salisbury, because he appeared
to have fully performed his duty in her education. She had, as I have said,
great knowledge of the history of this country, and in the businesses of
life, and a readiness in anecdotes of political parties in former reigns."

"How often I see her now entering the room (constantly on his arm) with
slow but firm step, always erect--and the small but elegant proportion of
her head to her figure, of course more striking from her situation. Her
features, as you see, were beautifully cut; her clear blue eye, so open, so
like the fearless purity of truth, that the most experienced parasite must
have turned from it when he dared to _lie_."

"I was stunned by her death: it was an event in the great drama of life.
The return from Elba! Waterloo! St. Helena! Princess Charlotte dead!--I did
not grieve, I have not grieved half enough for her: yet I never think of
her, speak of her, write of her without tears, and have often, when alone,
addressed her in her bliss, as though she now saw me, heard me; and it is
because I respect her for her singleness of worth, and am grateful for her
past and meditated kindness."

"Her manner of addressing Prince Leopold was always as affectionate as it
was simple--'My love;' and his always, 'Charlotte.' I told you that when we
went in from dinner they were generally sitting at the pianoforte, often on
the same chair. I never heard her play, but the music they had been playing
was always of the finest kind."

"I was at Claremont, on a call of inquiry, the Saturday before her