‘My dear Friend,—To-morrow I am to exhibit a Twelfth Cake, and an electrical machine, and if you and your little ward are inclined to come and make a little noise with us, I cannot say how happy you will make us. Jekyll and his boys will not fail at half-past five, when our tea-table rites will be beginning. Oh, the evil hour in which you and I removed from Lilliput to Brobdingnag; but we may still visit the first now and then as aliens and foreigners.