Mary Russell Mitford

George Ticknor, Journal Entry, 26 July 1835; Life, Letters, and Journals of George Ticknor (1876) 1:418-19.

We found Miss Mitford living literally in a cottage, neither ornee nor poetical, — except inasmuch as it had a small garden crowded with the richest and most beautiful profusion of flowers, — where she lives with her father, a fresh, stout old man who is in his seventy-fifth year. She herself seemed about fifty, short and fat, with very gray hair, perfectly visible under her cap, and nicely arranged in front. She has the simplest and kindest manners, and entertained us for two hours with the most animated conversation and a great variety of anecdote, without any of the pretensions of an author by profession, and without any of the stiffness that generally belongs to single ladies of her age and reputation. We liked her very much, and the time seemed to have been short, when at ten o'clock we drove back to Reading.