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ing along the banks of the river, they stop- 

 ped to view the delightful cottage which 

 served as the retreat of the late celebrated 

 actress, Mrs. Clive. It was presented to 

 her for life by Mr. Wai pole, who placed 

 in the gardens belonging to it an urn, with 

 the following inscription : 



Ye smiles and jests, still hover round ; 

 This is mirth's consecrated ground : 

 Here liv'd the laughter-loving dame, 

 A matchless actress, Clive her name. 

 The comic muse with her retir'd, 

 And shed a tear when she expir'd. 



After gratifying their curiosity by recount- 

 ing a few humourous anecdotes of the sub- 

 ject of the above stanzas, he next led them 

 to view Twickenham Park, the scat of Lord 

 Frederick Cavendish, rendered celebrated 

 by Sir Francis Bacon, the. father of experi- 

 mental philosophy, haviug here spent the 

 early part of his life in studious retirement. 

 It was here also he entertained Queen t.li- 



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