LETTER XXXI

While her ladyship is busied in preparing for the ball of to-morrow night, I find time to copy my mother's memoirs for your perusal. Were she herself elegant and interesting, perhaps I might think them so too; and if I dislike them, it must be because I dislike her; for the plot, sentiment, diction, and pictures of nature, differ little from what we find in other novels.

_Il Castello di Grimgothico_,

OR

MEMOIRS OF LADY HYSTERICA BELAMOUR.

A NOVEL.

_By Anna Maria Marianne Matilda Pottingen_,

Author of the Bloody Bodkin, Sonnets on most of the Planets, &c. &c. &c.

Oh, Sophonisba, Sophonisba, oh!

THOMPSON.