The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 264: what you’re looking at

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PRINCESS SOPHIA AND HER BROTHER = 235 but sensuous profile to its best advantage. That rosy- tinted light imparted, too, a delicate bloom to her magnii- icent bust, which the negligent wrapper left more than half-exposed, and her whole appearance was that of a woman formed to experience the raptures of love, and to kindle to the highest degree the flame of enjoyment on the part of him who might share love’s pleasures with her. But the barbarian law enacted to prevent the blood of royalty from mingling with that of a subject had prevented that woman, so luxuriant in form and so voluptuous in dis- position, from experiencing the lawful joys of love in the connubial state, and had forced her to gratify the ardour of her temperament by illicit amours. Oh, the atrocity of the Royal Marriage Act! Did it not make harlots of nearly all the daughters of George III? And this tremendous demoralization was allowed to take place rather than permit any of those royal ladies to become the wives of British citizens. What an idea must the monster king have had of the richness of his family blood when he took so much pains to prevent it from mingling with that of an English subject! No doubt the best blood that flowed in the veins of the oldest members of the aristocracy was but a plebeian puddle in his estimation. His family’s blood indeed! The idea of an act of Parliament to protect that scrofulous, leprous, foully diseased blood from mingling with any other! Out upon the abhorrent mockery! Let us heap loathing, hatred, and scorn upon the inhuman policy that devised the Royal Marriage Act. ; To continue our narrative. The painful reverie of the Princess Sophia was suddenly interrupted by the entrance of one of her female attendants to announce that her brother the prince regent wished to see her immediately. Gathering the wrapper closely around her form, the princess desired that he should be at once admitted, and in a few minutes his Royal Highness made his appearance. But his countenance was severe and even stern, and his manner was cold as he took a chair opposite to the sofa on which his sister was seated. “ Something is wrong, George? ’”’ she at once exclaimed, a mortal terror seizing upon her. ‘‘ Tell me what it is, keep me not in suspense. I suppose the wound has proved fatal.’’ ““ No, your son lives, and the wound is not mortal,” said CoOnniclooolks (C(O)