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Baronet, "for I would rather shake hands 

 with you than any man in England." 



I stood unseen at a little distance, 

 quite pleased with what I witnessed, 

 and did not know which to admire 

 most the ready compliment of the 

 man of breeding, or the unaffected con- 

 fusion of the lovely girl to whom it 

 was addressed. In both I saw plainly 

 that one touch of nature is worth all 

 the gloss of art. 



I will not descant on the agreeable 

 walks I had in this beautiful neighbour- 

 hood sometimes in company, sometimes 

 alone when the thoughts of my former 

 and present position would find vent in 

 strains of impassioned verse. 



In the meantime, I was repeatedly 

 called to the bedside of my sick and 

 declining parent at Leamington, and after 

 months of intermittent, intense suffering, 

 with a firmness and resignation worthy 



