Volume 2

Autobiography : being eighty-eight years of the life of a physician / edited, with a brief account of the last years of his life, by his youngest daughter, Paulina B. Granville.

  • Granville, A. B. (Augustus Bozzi), 1783-1872.
Date:
1874
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Credit: Autobiography : being eighty-eight years of the life of a physician / edited, with a brief account of the last years of his life, by his youngest daughter, Paulina B. Granville. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by Royal College of Physicians, London. The original may be consulted at Royal College of Physicians, London.

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    MADAME GRASSINI. Business was conducted much as at the Royal Society in London. Among the visiting strangers I recognized Mr. Konig of the British Museum. In the evening, after dinner at Very’s, I went home to dress, when the young Baron de Stael came to accompany me to Lady Westmoreland’s, where I found assembled a number of distinguished guests. In the general company I was not a little surprised to meet Sor of Malaga, who was at that very instant accompanying on the instrument he so delightfully handled, one of the identical Spanish romances of the day, “ Accuerdate bien mio,” which we had so often tried together years before in his own country. We mut- ually rejoiced at this fortuitous rencontre, and recounted to one another some of our most recent adventures. Later in the evening I accompanied him to his lodgings. There was another gentleman at Lady Westmoreland’s with whom I was acquainted, and who, as Mr. King, was well known in London society under a very expressive sobriquet. I called on him in the Rue de la Paix, where I met Madame Grassini, who, with the free manner and with- out any ceremony, peculiarly her own, and also with the ex- cuse of being a compatriote, imposed on me the commission of trying to recover for her “ a large Indian shawl, worth eighty louis, which that giddy-headed maid of mine has for- gotten in my apartment, No. 21, Argyle Street. It is of a chocolate colour, with large branches in the pattern.” Of course I promised to do my best. From her house, where I called next day, I drove to look at a new establishment, “Le Musee des Monuments Fran- ^ais.” There I met my brother-in-law, the conservateur. It is really a superb establishment, open to visitors on Sundays and Thursdays, and to foreigners every day from 10 a.m. till 4 P.M. I paid another visit to Baron Humboldt, where I again