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of all imitation, her spirit was dismissed 

 to the regions of the blessed. I, with 

 two brothers, and two sisters, followed 

 her remains across the country, from 

 Leamington to our family vault in 

 Hampshire, which we reached on the 

 fourth day, passing by Stratford-on-Avon, 

 Woodstock, Oxford, Wallingford, Reading, 

 Alton, and Petersfield. 



At the first-mentioned town, the birth- 

 place of our immortal bard, we did not 

 stop; but two or three years afterwards, 

 in passing through, I visited what was 

 once his residence, then standing, and 

 had the honour of inscribing my name, 

 in a book kept for that purpose, imme- 

 diately under those of the two Austrian 

 Archdukes, who had passed through but 

 the day before, as well as on the walls of 

 his bed-room. I also sat in the same 

 chair in which, I was told by an aged 

 female, his supposed lineal descendant, it 



