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" ing himself, and evidently believes that he is 

 " eventually destined to be the Atlas of the Bri- 

 " tish nation. His faculty of relating anec- 

 " dotes is amusing. Instances when we meet. 

 " My impressions of Mr. Cobbett are, that 

 " those who know him would like him, if they 

 " can be content to submit unconditionally to 

 " his dictation. * Obey me, and I will treat you 

 " kindly ; if you do not, I will trample on you/ 

 " seemed visible in every word and feature. 

 " He appears to feel, in its fullest force, the 

 " sentiment, 



' I have no brother, am like no brother: 

 * I am myself alone/ " 



1065. It is unlucky for this blade, that the 

 parties are alive. First let the " English wo- 

 " man' speak for herself* which she does, in 

 these words : 



1066. I remember, that, about a week after 

 I came to Hyde Park, in 1817, a man came 

 to the house in the evening, when Mr. Cobbett 

 was out, and that he came again the next 

 morning. I never knew, or asked, what coun 

 tryman he was. He came to the back door. 

 I first gave him a chair in a back-room ; but, 

 as he was a slippery-looking young man, and 

 as it was growing late, my husband thought it 

 was best to bring him down into the kitchen, 



