It shall be done, dearest G., as soon as I can get some silver paper adapted for foreign postages. I be-
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You may laugh, dear G., but, after all, the country is most dreadful! The real use of it is to find food for cities; but as for a residence of any man who is neither butcher nor baker, nor food-grower in any of its branches, it is a dreadful waste of existence and abuse of life. God bless you!
I called on Miss —— last time I was in London. The answer at the door was, “She was gone from thence, but was to be heard of at the Temple.”