neither; and perhaps it is better things should be as they are.'" Lady Hester added, "He has visited me two or three times: he is a sensible Scotchman, and I like him as well as anybody I have seen for some years."
November 15.—It was night, when a messenger arrived from Beyrout, and brought a small parcel containing a superbly bound book presented to her ladyship by the Oriental Translation Fund Society. It was accompanied by a complimentary letter from the president, Sir Gore Ouseley. The book was "The History of the Temple of Jerusalem, translated by the Rev. J. Reynolds." After admiring it, and turning over the leaves, she said to me, "Look it over, and see what it is about," and then began to talk of Sir Gore. "I recollect, doctor," said she, "so well the night he was introduced to me: it was at Mr. Matook's (?) supper.
"You may imagine the numbers and numbers of people I met in society, whilst I lived with Mr. Pitt, almost all of whom were dying to make my acquaintance, and of whom I necessarily could know little or nothing. Indeed, to the greater part of those who were introduced to me, if they saw me afterwards, when they bowed I might return the salutation, smile a little, and pass on, for I had not time to do more:—a person's life would not be long enough. Well, I
