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    [ The nierit of Mr J 6 hn > Stivers seems to have been felt and acknowled g ed by personages of the highest distinction .

    Hence he was permitted to write with something like familiarity by his noble correspondent , none of whose letters , however , are destined to enrich our collection . ]

    MR STIVERS TO LADY C . For the soul of me I cannot see any reason , my dear lady , why you should say you are a little angry with my reflections on the sex . The

    department of it I had under my eye was the widow department . Surely you cannot be jealous . But I know not how it is , every woman I have ever

    met with , of every sort and description , stands up for the sex , and would send to the devil nearly all who belong to it . You are as devout to the

    holy word , sex , as we are to the thousand little idols that represent it . Well , since you command me , I will keep for the future to the description of scenery and character , and

    not talk odiously . I wrote my first letter the first day we came ashore , since which I have seen so many things , I am bothered and bewildered , and know nothing about ? em . No matter , you find them in books . Master has eight or nine , all

    telling the same story in the main and all contradicting in the particulars . I am fond of

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    seeing matters v $ th my * wm eyes : I am active and thiftk it no trouble . I don ' t want dry skulis for spectacles . Genoa is said to lie at the

    foot of the mountains : she appears to me to be treading on their toes . There ar ^ the ridges , both in the city and out

    for miles together , over which you can neither ride nor walk with any comfort . There are some few carriages in the place ; but every horse has at least one broken knee . This

    seems so natural and so necessary an infirmity , that you would almost feel inclined to believe that the beasts were born with it . Tiresome work for walkers ( I should have said pedestrians , but forgot myself )

    in hot weather . Nothing but up and down , up and down ; and that won ' t do for ever , you know . The air is the only good thing going , and this the

    people do all they can to spoil . You must go a mile out of tjie gates to get a mouthful of prime quality . They have forts all over the country from the sea-beach to the summit .

    standing as close as old Nat ' s pointers , when they back in the stubble . I wonder who the devil the gunners can contrive to shoot at : they must have poor sport * > As I admired the sea in my last , and the sky too by daylight , I am now for the dtar * . They in this country are of another cut and fashion from wha ^ the y arfe in London ; In London they mftke themselves

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page 93, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/21/