flowery-lawned

Updated: June 9, 2025

But oh, my dear mother, at the little pretty flowery-lawned inn where we dined on our way to Slough, as your brother was reading the newspaper, he came to the death of our dear Mr. Smith, of Easton Grey. At Sir Benjamin Hobhouse's, a few months ago, he was the gayest of the gay, and she the fondest and happiest of wives. At Slough we saw the great telescope never used now.

Maria Edgeworth - The Life and Letters of Maria Edgeworth, Volume 2