I see with regret in the papers of this morning that my poor friend Moorcroft is dead.* It is mentioned in the Asiatic Journal. I shall be obliged to you if you can spare it to me for an hour or two, and I will return it. I loved Moorcroft much. He was to be sure a little flighty; but he was of a sweet disposition, inquisitive, active, and unwearied in his favourite pursuits. Poor fellow! I little dreamed that he would have gone before me.