Peter Sabor (ed.), The Court Journals and Letters of Frances Burney, Vol. 1: 1786
Sunday, Novr, 19th.
While I was at Breakfast, the Door was suddenly opened, & the Queen entered the Room. I started up, & went to meet her. She smiled, asked me what Book I was reading, & then told me to write a Note to Mrs. Delany; "Tell her, said she, that this morning is so very cold & wet, that I think she will suffer by going to Church;—tell her, therefore, that Doctor Queen is of opinion she had better stay & say her prayers at Home."—
I always feel ready to thank her for these instances of goodness to my most venerable Friend, & am afraid lest, some time or other, without weighing the self-important inference, I shall involuntarily do it!—'Tis so sweet in her, I can scarcely refrain.
And afterwards, when I attended her at Noon, she spoke to me a great deal of Mrs. Trimmer,758 that excellent Instructress & Patroness of Children & the Poor; & she made me a Present of her last two little Books:—called The Servant's Friend, & The Two Farmers.759
I have read both, & with true admiration of their design, &, indeed, of their execution. They recommend morality to the lower class of the people in a style suited to their comprehension, & with such sort of entertainment mingled with their instruction as may soberly be enjoyed by them, while yet it lightens the gravity of the lessoning, & makes the counsel palatable & pleasing.
Miss Gomme, by direction of the Queen, who wanted her early in the afternoon, Dined with me. She came an Hour before the rest of the party, & I had a long discourse with her upon Prussia, where she has pg 259passed the greater part of her life.760 She is very sensible, &, I fancy, well informed: but her manner is not pleasing to strangers, & her conversation,—perhaps from great inequality of spirits,—has no flow,—nothing gliding,—it is either abrupt & loquacious, like the rush of a torrent,—or it is lost & stagnant, like the poor little round old fashioned Garden Pond.
At Dinner, Mrs. Delany brought Mr. Dewes & Miss Port. <Both that> & the Eve, went off as usual, indebted for all its Sport to the comic queerness of Colonel Goldsworthy.