which stood in the form of a butterfly, with its wings not quite extended; frilled sort of lappets were crossed under her chin and tied with pink and green ribbon, a head-dress that would have charmed a shepherd 1 She has a thousand dimples and prettinesses in her cheeks, her eyes a little drooping at the corners, but fine for all that."
Perhaps the most poetical tribute to Lady Coventry's charms was made by the Rev. Richard Mason, in the following lines:—
"Whene'er with soft serenity, she smiled,.
Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise,
How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild,
The liquid lustre darted from her eyes!
Each look, each motion, waked a new-born grace
That o'er her form a transient glory cast;
Some lovelier wonder soon usurped the place,
Chased by a charm, still lovelier than the last!"
After a visit to Paris with her husband, Horace Walpole maliciously says, "Poor Lady Coventry was under disadvantages, for, besides being very silly, ignorant of the world, speaking no French and suffered to wear neither red nor powder, she had that perpetual disadvantage, her lord, who speaks French just enough to show how rude he is."
At a large dinner party in Paris, he chased his
