“1790, March 18_th_.—­I met Miss Burney at an assembly last night—­’tis six years since I had seen her:  she appeared most fondly rejoyced, in good time! and Mrs. Locke, at whose house we stumbled on each other, pretended that she had such a regard for me, &c.  I answered with ease and coldness, but in exceeding good humour:  and we talked of the King and Queen, his Majesty’s illness and recovery ... and all ended, as it should do, with perfect indifference.”

“I saw Master Pepys[1] too and Mrs. Ord; and only see how foolish and how mortified the people do but look.”

[Footnote 1:  This is Sir W. Pepys mentioned ante, p. 252.]

“Barclay and Perkins live very genteelly.  I dined with them at our brewhouse one day last week.  I felt so oddly in the old house where I had lived so long.”

“The Pepyses find out that they have used me very ill....  I hope they find out too that I do not care, Seward too sues for reconcilement underhand ... so they do all; and I sincerely forgive them—­but, like the linnet in ’Metastasio’—­

  “’Cauto divien per prova
    Ne piu tradir si fa.’

  “’When lim’d, the poor bird thus with eagerness strains,
  Nor regrets his torn wing while his freedom he gains: 
  The loss of his plumage small time will restore,
  And once tried the false twig—­it shall cheat him no more.’”

“1790, July 28_th_.—­We have kept our seventh wedding day and celebrated our return to this house[1] with prodigious splendour and gaiety.  Seventy people to dinner....  Never was a pleasanter day seen, and at night the trees and front of the house were illuminated with coloured lamps that called forth our neighbours from all the adjacent villages to admire and enjoy the diversion.  Many friends swear that not less than a thousand men, women, and children might have been counted in the house and grounds, where, though all were admitted, nothing was stolen, lost, or broken, or even damaged—­a circumstance almost incredible; and which gave Mr. Piozzi a high opinion of English gratitude and respectful attachment.”

[Footnote 1:  Streatham.]

“1790, December 1st.—­Dr. Parr and I are in correspondence, and his letters are very flattering:  I am proud of his notice to be sure, and he seems pleased with my acknowledgments of esteem:  he is a prodigious scholar ... but in the meantime I have lost Dr. Lort."[1]

[Footnote 1:  He died November 5th, 1790.]

In the Conway Notes, she thus sums up her life from March 1787 to 1791: