SHORT, FAT, HANDSOME MISS MONCKTON: DUCAL INDIFFERENCE.

_Sunday, November 10_, brings in a new person. The e Honourable Miss

Monckton,[159] who is here with her mother, the Dowager Lady Galway, has

sent various messages of her earnest desire to be acquainted with Mrs.

Thrale and your humble servant to command. Dr. Johnson 'she already

knew,' for she is one of those who stand foremost in collecting all

extraordinary or curious people to her London conversaziones, which,

like those of Mrs. Vesey, mix the rank and file literature, and exclude

all beside. Well--after divers intimations of this sort, it was at last

settled that Lady De Ferrars should bring her here this morning.

In the evening came Lady De Ferrars, Miss Monckton, and Miss Ellerker.

Miss Monckton is between thirty and forty very short, very fat, but

handsome; splendidly and fantastically dressed, rouged not unbecomingly,

yet evidently and palpably desirous of gaining notice and admiration.

She has an easy levity in her air, manner, voice, and discourse, that

speak all within to be comfortable; and her rage of seeing anything

curious may be satisfied, if she pleases, by looking in a mirror.

I can give you no account of the conversation, as it was broken, and not

entertaining. Miss Monckton went early, having another engagement,

but the other ladies stayed very late. She told us, however, one story

extremely well worth recalling. The Duke of Devonshire was standing near

a very fine glass lustre in a corner of a room, at an assembly, and in a

house of people who, Miss Monckton said, were by no means in a style of

life to hold expense as immaterial; and, by carelessly lolling back,

he threw the lustre down and it was broke. He shewed not, however,

the smallest concern or confusion at the accident, but coolly said, “I

wonder how I did that!” He then removed to the opposite corner, and to

shew, I suppose, he had forgotten what he had done, leaned his head in

the same manner, and down came the opposite lustre! He looked at it

very calmly, and, with a philosophical dryness, merely said, “This is

singular enough!” and walked to another part of the room, without either

distress or apology.

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