As I never--no, were it my last penny in the world--would dishonour your draft, I implore you, my dear Colonel, not to refuse mine.

My credit in this city, where credit is everything, and the awful future so little thought of, my engagements to Mr.Flather, my own prospects in life, and the comfort of my dear sister's declining years, all--all depend upon this bold, this eventful measure.

My ruin or my earthly happiness lies entirely in your hands.

Can I doubt which way your kind heart will lead you, and that you will come to the aid of your affectionate brother-in-law?
Charles Honeyman." "Our little Clive has been to London on a visit to his uncles and to the Hermitage, Clapham, to pay his duty to his step-grandmother, the wealthy Mrs.Newcome.I pass over words disparaging of myself which the child in his artless prattles subsequently narrated.

She was very gracious to him, and presented him with a five-pound note, a copy of Kirk White's Poems, and a work called Little Henry and his Bearer, relating to India, and the excellent Catechism of our Church.