I dined with the Motleys at Lord Dufferin's, on
Monday evening, and there met, among a few other notable people, the
Honorable Mrs. Norton, a dark, comely woman, who doubtless was once most
charming, and still has charms, at above fifty years of age. In fact, I
should not have taken her to be greatly above thirty, though she seems to
use no art to make herself look younger, and talks about her time of
life, without any squeamishness. Her voice is very agreeable, having a
sort of muffled quality, which is excellent in woman. She is of a very
cheerful temperament, and so has borne a great many troubles without
being destroyed by them. But I can get no color into my sketch, so shall
leave it here.
London, May 17th. [From a letter.]--Affairs succeed each other so fast,
that I have really forgotten what I did yesterday. I remember seeing my
dear friend, Henry Bright, and listening to him, as we strolled in the
Park, and along the Strand. To-day I met at breakfast Mr. Field
Talfourd, who promises to send you the photograph of his portrait of Mr.
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