I recollect the excitement and anxiety I was in, at this event,--going down the great flight of steps to meet her when she got out of the carriage, and hearing her say, when she sat down in her room, and fixed her fine clear blue eyes on her little grand-daughter whom she called in her letters 'the flower of May,' 'Ein schoenes Kind'-- 'a fine child.' She was very clever and adored by her children but especially by her sons.

She was a good deal bent and walked with a stick, and frequently with her hands on her back.

She took long drives in an open carriage and I was frequently sent out with her, which I am sorry to confess I did not like, as, like most children of that age, I preferred running about.

She was excessively kind to children, but could not bear naughty ones--and I shall never forget her coming into the room when I had been crying and naughty at my lessons--from the next room but one, where she had been with Mamma--and scolding me severely, which had a very salutary effect.

She dined early in the afternoon and Uncle Leopold asked many of the neighbours and others to dinner to meet her.