The standard of Great Britain was painted in colours at the top; down each side, encricled in laurels, were kings and queens of England with their sceptres, and in the middle I read the initials, A.F-G.

R.R., embedded in blue forget-me-hots.

I could not doubt it was from my father.

Riding out in the open air as I received it, I could fancy in my hot joy that it had dropped out of heaven.
'He's alive; I shall have him with me; I shall have him with me soon!' I cried to Temple.

'Oh! why can't I answer him?
where is he?
what address?
Let's ride to London.