"The town improves in gaiety every day; the young people are younger than they used to be, and all the old are grown young.

Nothing is talked of but entertainments of gallantry by land and water, and we insensibly begin to taste all the joys of arbitrary power.

Politics are no more; nobody pretends to wince or kick under their burdens; but we go on cheerfully with our bells at our ears, ornamented with ribands, and highly contented with our present condition; so much for the general state of the nation," she made her comment on polite circles.

"We are much mistaken here as to our ideas of Paris--to hear gallantry has deserted it, sounds as extraordinary to me as a want of ice in Greenland.
We have nothing but ugly faces in this country, but more lovers than ever.

There are but three pretty men in England, and they are all in love with me, at this present writing.