She read it to him, just as he liked to have anything read, slowly and distinctly, and two or three times over, with explanations of every part as she proceeded–and he was very much pleased, and, as she had foreseen, especially struck with the complimentary conclusion.
“Aye, that’s very just, indeed, that’s very properly said. Very true. ‘Woman, lovely woman.’ It is such a pretty charade, my dear, that I can easily guess what fairy brought it.–Nobody could have written it so prettily, but you, Emma.”
Emma only nodded and smiled.—After a little thinking, and a very tender sigh, he added,
“Ah! It is no difficulty to see who you take after! Your dear mother was so clever at all those things! If I had but her memory! But I can remember nothing;–not even that particular riddle which you have heard me mention; I can only recollect the first stanza; and there are several.
*Kitty a fair but frozen maid,
Kindled a flame I yet deplore,
The hood-wink’d boy I called to aid
Though of his near approach afraid
So fatal to my suit before.*
And that is all I can recollect of it–but it is very clever all the way through. But I think, my dear, you said you had got it.”
“Yes, papa, it is written out in our second page. We copied it from Elegant Extracts. It was Garrick’s, you know.”
“Aye, very true.–I wish I could recollect more of it.
Kitty, a fair but frozen maiden.
The name makes me think of poor Isabella ; for she was very near being christened Catharine