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Lady Rochfort had been Anne Boleyn's accuser, and her testimony had brought that queen to the scaffold; but now she was convicted of being Catharine Howard's assistant and confidante in her love adventures, and with Catharine, Lady Rochfort also ascended the scaffold. "Ah, the king needed a long time to recover from this blow.

"I am engaged," said Clarence, hesitating and laughing "I am unfortunately engaged to-day to dine with Mr. Rochfort and Sir Philip Baddely, and in the evening I am to be at Lady Delacour's." "Lady Delacour! Not the same Lady Delacour whom four years ago, when we met at Florence, you compared to the Venus de Medici no, no, it cannot be the same a goddess of four years' standing! Incredible!"

But George III. was not of a disposition to allow such matters to remain in doubt, and, in compliance with his desire, a bill was, in 1772, introduced by Lord Rochfort, as Secretary of State, which proposed to enact that no descendants of the late King, being children or grandchildren, and presumptive heirs of the sovereign, male or female, other than the issue of princesses who might be married into foreign families, should be capable of contracting a valid marriage without the previous consent of the reigning sovereign, signified under his sign-manual, and that any marriage contracted without such consent should be null and void.

Rochfort: in an action of crim. con. damages to the extent of twenty thousand pounds were given, and the defendant was obliged to fly the country. For many years he lived abroad, but at length ventured to return, when his brother caused him to be arrested, and he died in confinement, protesting to the last, as did Lady Belvedere, his innocence.

Rochfort, and defeated by intrigue and correspondence their hopeful enterprise. The decisive battle of Worcester, fought on the 3rd of September, 1651, drove Charles II. into that nine years' exile, from which he only returned on the death of Cromwell. It may be considered the last military event of importance in the English civil war.

"Why, damme, Clary! you have been a lost man," cried Sir Philip, "ever since you were drowned. Damme, why did not you come to dine with us that day, now I recollect it? We were all famously merry; but for your comfort, Clarence, we missed you cursedly, and were damned sorry you ever took that unlucky jump into the Serpentine river damned sorry, were not we, Rochfort?"

'Pon honour, if I were you, I would jump into the Serpentine river once a day." "If I could always be sure of such good friends to pull me out," said Hervey. "Pray, St. George, by-the-bye, what were you, and Rochfort, and Sir Philip, and all the rest of my friends doing, whilst I was drowning?" "I can't say particularly, upon my soul," replied Mr. St.

'Darest thou, Rochfort, now Leap in with me into this weedy flood, And swim to yonder point?" and instantly Hervey, who had in his confused head some recollection of an essay of Dr. Franklin on swimming, by which he fancied that he could ensure at once his safety and his fame, threw off his coat and jumped into the river luckily he was not in boots.

"Here's the catalogue; here's the picture your ladyship wants. St. Pierre's Virginia: damme! I never heard of that fellow before he is some new painter, damme! that is the reason I did not know the hand. Not a word of what I told you, Lady Delacour you won't blow us to Clary," added he aside to her ladyship. "Rochfort keeps aloof; and so will I, damme!" A gentleman at this instant beckoned to Mr.

Mills the actress for the queen of the gipsies; and she gave us a famous good song, Rochfort, you know and then there was two children upon an ass damme, I don't know how they came there, for they're things one sees every day and belonged only to two of the soldiers' wives for we had the whole band of the Staffordshire playing at dinner, and we had some famous glees and Fawcett gave us his laughing song, and then we had the launching of the ship, and only it was a boat, it would have been well enough but damme, the song of Polly Oliver was worth the whole except the Flemish Hercules, Ducrow, you know, dressed in light blue and silver, and Miss Portman, I wish you had seen this three great coach-wheels on his chin, and a ladder and two chairs and two children on them and after that, he sported a musquet and bayonet with the point of the bayonet on his chin faith! that was really famous!