1OS MEMOIRS OF 



Fly, gentle fteeds ! my bleeding heart convey 

 Where brighter fcenes and milder planets ftrine ; 



Where Joy's white pinion glitters in the ray, 

 And Love fits fmiling on his cryftal flirine ! 



About the fummer 1778 the Countefs 

 of Northeik refted at one of the inns in 

 Lichfield, on her way to Scotland by the 

 ihorteft poffible ftages. She had been a year 

 in England, for the benefit of her health, 

 wafting rapidly by hemorrhage. Ineffec- 

 tually had the moft eminent phyficians of 

 London and Bath endeavoured to check 

 the progrefs of her difeafe. Her youngeft 

 daughter, Lady Marianne Carnegie, then an 

 amiable girl of thirteen, now alas no more, 

 and their friend, Mrs. Scott, were the com- 

 panions of Lady North efk's journey. Her 

 ladyfhip told the miftrefs of the inn that 

 fhe was going home to die, the phyficians 

 baving confeffed that art could do no rnore 



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