“Dear Mr.
Redding,—I have been very ill since June last, in
consequence of the rupture of a blood-vessel in the lungs. I am now on the
point of flying to South Africa to escape the deadly influence of our moist
English climate, and in the hope of recovering a sound state of health. It is
not probable—be my days few or many—that I shall ever return. I
have had enough of the bustle and fagg of life; and, if I have only the
humblest competency, I shall sit down content in that fine climate, under my
own vine and fig-tree, without
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“Is the paragraph true in the papers which says Campbell is gone to Algiers? If so, I must provide myself with a speaking trumpet to roar into his lug from the Cape of Storms,