But one day when he had finished his dinner, thinking that the servant did not come to remove the things so promptly as she ought to have done, he took the four corners of the table-cloth (so goes the story), and thus enveloping everything that was on the table, threw the whole out of the window.
I received many notes from Landor, for the most part on trifling occasions, and possessing little interest.

They were interesting, however, to the race of autograph collectors, and they have all been coaxed out of me at different times, save one.

I have, however, in my possession several letters from him to my father-in-law, Mr.Garrow, many passages in which are so characteristic that I am sure my readers will thank me for giving them, as I am about to do.

The one letter of his that remains to me is, as the reader will see, not altogether without value as a trait of character.

The young lady spoken of in it is the same from whose papers in the _Atlantic Monthly_, entitled "Last Days of Walter Savage Landor," Mr.Forster has gleaned, as he says, one or two additional glimpses of him in his last Florence home.
The letter is without date, and runs as follows:-- * * * * * "MY DEAR SIR,--Let me confess to you that I am not very willing that it should be believed desirous" [he evidently meant to write either 'that I should be believed desirous,' or 'that it should be believed that I am desirous'] "of scattering my image indiscriminately over the land.