I forgot Rogers.

Milman has written the two best volumes of poetry we have seen lately; but when Miss Garrow publishes hers I am certain there will be a total eclipse of them.

My friend Hare's brother, who married a sister of the impudent coxcomb, Edward Stanley, has bought a house at Torquay, and Hare tells me that unless he goes to Sicily be shall be there in winter.

If so, we may meet; but Bath is my dear delight in all seasons.

I have been sitting for my picture, and have given it to Mrs.
Paynter.