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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860
Year: 1860 (1860s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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n in greathigh caps, tight bodies, and full skirts, needlingaway, while one of the number, or perhaps a fa-vored gentleman in a pigtail, reads out a novelto the company. Peep into the cottage at Gl-uey, for example, and see there Mrs. Unwinand Lady Hesketh, those high-bred ladies, thosesweet, pious women, and William Cowper, thatdelicate wit, that trembling pietist, that refinedgentleman, absolutely reading out Jonathan Wildto the ladies! What a change in our manners,in our amusements, since then! King Georges household was a model of anEnglish gentlemans household. It was early;it was kindly ; it was charitable; it was frugal;it was orderly; it must have been stupid to adegree which I shudder now to contemplate. Nowonder all the princes ran away from the lap ofthat dreary domestic virtue. It always rose,rode, dined at stated intervals. Day after daywas the same. At the same hour at night theking kissed his daughters jolly cheeks; the prin-cesses kissed their mothers hand ; and Madame
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(After Gilray.) IM MB. BUBKE. 680 HAEPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Thielke brought the royal night-cap. At thesame hour tlie equerries and-women in waitinghad their little dinner, and cackled over theirtea. The king had his backgammon or his even-ing concert; the equerries yawned themselves todeath in the ante-room ; or the king and his fam-ily walked on Windsor slopes, the king holdinghis darling little Princess Amelia by the hand;and the people crowded round quite good-na-turedly; and the Eton boys thrust their chubbycheeks imder the crowds elbows; and the con-cert over, the king never failed to take his enor-mous cocked hat off, and salute his band, andsay, Thank you, gentlemen. A quieter household, a more prosaic life thanthis of Kew or Windsor, can not be imagined.Rain or shine, the king rode every day for hours;poked his red face into hundreds of cottagesround about, and showed that shovel hat andWindsor uniform to farmers, to pig-boys, to oldwomen making apple dumplings ; to all s

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