* “It is a common remark that people of brilliant parts often have no objection to relax or rest their understandings in the society of those whose intellects are a little more obtuse.  Here was an instance:  the gods never made anybody less poetical than Lady Oxford; and yet Lady Mary Wortley, though in general not over tolerant to her inferior’s incapacity, appears upon the whole to have loved nobody so well.  And there was an exception equally striking in her favour; for Lady Oxford, heartily detesting most of the wits who surrounded her husband, yet admired Lady Mary with all her might-pretty much as the parish clerk reverences the rector for his Greek and Hebrew.  Lady Bute confessed that she sometimes got into sad disgrace by exclaiming, ’Dear mama! how can you be so fond of that stupid woman?’ which never failed to bring upon her a sharp reprimand and a lecture against rash judgments, ending with ’Lady Oxford is not shining, but she has much more in her than such giddy things as you and your companions can discern."*—­ The Letters and Works of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, edited by her great-grandson, Lord Whamcliffe, 2nd ed., vol. i., p. 66.  Introduction.

** Letters, vol. ii., p. 147.

Two years after the removal of the Harleian library to the British Museum, Lady Oxford died, leaving an only daughter, Margaret Cavendish, married to William Bentinck, second Duke of Portland.  She was the “noble, lovely little Peggy” sung by Prior.  As she had inherited none of her father’s and grandfather’s tastes, it was fitting that the grand collection of MSS., for the sake of which they had impoverished themselves, should enrich an innumerable multitude of scholars and students of all nations and for all time.