'Sir Peter Chillingly presents his compliments to Lord Hautfort, and thinks it fair to his lordship to say that he has taken the best legal advice with regard to his rights of free warren; and trusts to be forgiven if he presumes to suggest that Lord Hautfort might do well to consult his own lawyer before he decides on disputing them.'" "Thank you, Papa.

I see." That evening Kenelm wrote the following letter:-- Mr.Chillingly presents his compliments to Mr.Butt, and thinks it fair to Mr.Butt to say that he is taking lessons in boxing; and trusts to be forgiven if he presumes to suggest that Mr.Butt might do well to take lessons himself before fighting with Mr.Chillingly next half.
"Papa," said Kenelm the next morning, "I want to write to a schoolfellow whose name is Butt; he is the son of a lawyer who is called a serjeant.
I don't know where to direct to him." "That is easily ascertained," said Sir Peter.

"Serjeant Butt is an eminent man, and his address will be in the Court Guide." The address was found,--Bloomsbury Square; and Kenelm directed his letter accordingly.

In due course he received this answer,-- You are an insolent little fool, and I'll thrash you within an inch of your life.
ROBERT BUTT.
After the receipt of that polite epistle, Kenelm Chillingly's scruples vanished, and he took daily lessons in muscular Christianity.
Kenelm returned to school with a brow cleared from care, and three days after his return he wrote to the Reverend John,-- DEAR SIR,--I have licked Butt.

Knowledge is power.
Your affectionate KENELM.
P.S .-- Now that I have licked Butt, I have made it up with him.
From that time Kenelm prospered.