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“O lass such a fine show as I saw on Wednesday last. I went to the camp at Duddingston and saw the Prince review his men. He was sitting in his tent when I first came to the field. The ladies made a circle round the tent and after we had gazed our fill at him he came out of the tent with a grace and majesty that is inexpressible. He saluted all the circle with an air of grandeur and affability capable of charming the most obstinate Whig.”

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