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even praised her dead hera "Now we Ulk of bio- 

 graphies," she wrote twelve yean afterwards, " I have 



HB than nine of my poor brother, and beat 

 two more, one by Zn hull try to get sight 



There is bat one or two which are bordering on 

 truth, the reat being -t.;ir not worth uhil- t- 



icoompanied \\itli u miniature of 

 Beberg'a bad copy." - Bordering on truth! M 



her own racy letters is equally 



amusing: "I was in hopes you would have thrown 



away such incoherent stuff . . . and not to let it rise 



lament against my, perhaps, bad grammar, bad 



n a small matter became great where his name 

 was concerned. " The following hint is only to yon an 

 a dear sister/' she writes to her brother's widow, 

 as such I now know you: All I am possessed 

 looked upon as their own, when I am gone ; the dis- 

 posal of my icture is even denied me it 

 hangs in Mrs. II 'H drawing-room, where a set of <>1<1 

 women play cards uinh-r it on her club day inary 

 also was her judgment of anyone who attempt- 

 rival or surpass her brot I he fellow is a fool/' 

 Great was her excitement on learning that her nephew 

 was preparing to complete in the southern hemisphere 

 the gauging of the heavens, which his father had 

 begun, and for many a year carried on in the northern. 

 That was allowable. It was a war trumpet blown 

 n hearing of a war horse, that had served its last 

 campaign 'Has, who travelled through Hanover, 

 called on me to-day," she writes to Lady HencheL 

 11 talked strangely about my nephew's intention of 

 going to the Cape of Good Hope. Mr. Hausmann told 



