A Memoir of Sydney Smith. with a Selection from His Letters, Ed. by Mrs. [S.] Austin (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 Excerpt: ... find he calls upon the native first. This is very singular, and, I think, contrary to reason. In the evening I went to Lady Granville's ball; nothing could be more superb. It is by all accounts the first house in Paris. I met there crowds of English. Madame de Bourke, the widow of the late Danish Ambassador, renewed her acquaintance with me. The prettiest girl in the room was Miss Rumbold, the daughter-in-law of Sir Sidney Srilith. The French Government are behaving very foolishly, flinging themselves into the arms of the Jesuits; making processions through the streets of twelve hundred priests, with the King and Royal Family at their head; disgusting the people, and laying the foundation of another revolution, which seems to me (if this man lives) to be inevitable. God bless you S. S. 247. To Mrs. Sydney Smith. Paris, April 28th, 1826. Dearest Kate, Yesterday was a miserable day; it rained in torrents from morning to night. I employed the morning in visiting in a hackney-coach. It is curious to see in what little apartments a French savant lives; you find him at his books, covered with snuff, with a little dog that bites your legs. I had no invitation to dinner, so dined by myself at a coffee-house. I improve in my knowledge of Paris cookery. There were four English ladies dining in the public coffee-house, --very well-bred women. In the evening 1 received an invitation from Mrs. II. S to go with her and her son to the Opera. I went, and was pleased with the gaiety of the house; " Charles X. there is no ballet, and at present no good singer. The house was full of English, who talk loud, and seem to care little for other people; this is their characteristic, and a very brutal and barbarous distinction it is. After the Opera, I went to drink tea with M...