Note L — MEMORIES OF AUTHORS.
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"One of them (my chief muse) was a remarkably pretty girl; when I turned round to her, as she accompanied my triumphal ear, and said, 'This is a long journey for you,' she answered, with a smile that would have done your heart good, 'Oh, I only wish, Sir, it was three hundred miles!' There's for you! What was Petrarch in the Capitol to that?"—Journal, &c.—This "pretty girl's" name is ——, and, strange to say, she still keeps it.