A society has been formed here, of which the members have come to the resolution of making inquiries at every house about the religion of the inmates, what places of worship they attend, &c., &c.

Is not it hard upon a man, who has changed a couple of sovereigns into half-crowns for Christmas boxes, to be forced to spend ten shillings for a horsewhip, when he no longer has a horse?
Our weather here is quite as mild and beautiful as it can possibly be at Torquay.

Miss Garrow, I trust, has listened to the challenges of the birds, and sung a new song.

As Bezzi is secretary and librarian, I must apply to him for it, unless she will condescend to trust me with a copy.

I will now give you a specimen of my iron seal, brass setting and pewter mending.
"Yours ever, "W.S.L." * * * * * The mention of Bishop Philpotts (though not by name) in the foregoing letter, reminds me of a story which used to be told of him, and which is too good to be lost, even though thus parenthetically told.