I am busy with an article, which the General Election has sadly interrupted. Every one, you see, is worried on these occasions more or less; and I had two elections to attend. I hope to send ‘Harold’* early next week. I will also attempt the little article promised. I have however committed the blunder of locking up both the second part of the National Poem and Rose’s book carefully in Edinburgh; and I will be obliged to you to lend me other copies. I should also be glad to see Rose’s original ‘Gli animali parlanti’, if it can be bought or borrowed. I am here, in all hurry and bustle, taking possession of an instalment of my additional building, where you will find me on your coming this way; and I hope you will bring Mrs. Murray with you, in which request my wife joins. I have at present hardly a place to write upon, or a pen to write with.