_stilo novo_, I hold a coenobitical symposion at Monkbarns, and pray you to assist thereat, at four o'clock precisely.

If my fair enemy, Miss Isabel, can and will honour us by accompanying you, my womankind will be but too proud to have the aid of such an auxiliary in the cause of resistance to awful rule and right supremacy.

If not, I will send the womankind to the manse for the day.

I have a young acquaintance to make known to you, who is touched with some strain of a better spirit than belongs to these giddy-paced times--reveres his elders, and has a pretty notion of the classics--and, as such a youth must have a natural contempt for the people about Fairport, I wish to show him some rational as well as worshipful society .-- I am, Dear Sir Arthur, etc.etc.

etc." "Fly with this letter, Caxon," said the senior, holding out his missive, signatum atque sigillatum, "fly to Knockwinnock, and bring me back an answer.