Your invitation has followed me to this place. I wish I could accept it; but about forty years ago I contracted an obligation to cherish my wife,* and I have been obliged to bring her here; not that I am gulled by the sight of green fields and the sound of singing-birds,—I am too old for that. To my mind there is no verdure in the creation like the green of ——’s face, and Luttrell talks more sweetly than birds can sing.