They are _en route_ from Germany--where they have been sojourning since their marriage--for England, where her _accouchement_ is to take place.

Francis Hare has lived with us so much in Italy, that we almost consider him a member of the domestic circle; and, on the faith of this, he expressed his desire that we should receive _madame son epouse_ as if she were an old acquaintance.
Mrs.Hare is well-looking, and agreeable, appears amiable, and is a good musician.

I remember seeing her and her sisters with her mother, Lady Paul, at Florence, when I had little notion that she was to be Mrs.Hare.I never meet Francis Hare without being surprised by the versatility of his information; it extends to the fine arts, literature, rare books, the localities of pictures and statues; in short, he is a moving library that may always be consulted with profit, and his memory is as accurate as an index in rendering its precious stores available.
It is strange, that the prominent taste of his wife, which is for music, is the only one denied to him.

He afforded an amusing instance of this fact last night, when Mrs.Hare, having performed several airs on the piano-forte, he asked her, "Why she played the same tune so often, for the monotony was tiresome ?"--an observation that set us all laughing.
Took Mrs.Hare out shopping--saw piles of lace, heaps of silk, pyramids of riband, and all other female gear.

What a multiplicity of pretty things we women require to render us what we consider presentable! And how few of us, however good-looking we may chance to be, would agree with the poet, that "loveliness needs not the foreign aid of ornament, but is, when unadorned, adorned the most." Even the fairest of the sex like to enhance the charms of nature by the aid of dress; and the plainest hope to become less so by its assistance.