It is to be ready some time in September--I mean the MS .-- and I am most anxious upon every account to make it as good as possible, one very great reason being the fair, candid, and liberal conduct of the intended publishers.

I shall do my very best.
Shall I, do you think, succeed?
I take for granted that our loss is your gain, and that you see Mr.Milman and his charming wife, who will, I am sure, sympathise most sincerely in your present[1] affliction.
[Footnote 1: Mr.Milman had resigned recently the incumbency of a parish in Reading.

My mother's affliction alluded to was the death of her youngest daughter, Emily.] "Adieu, my dear friend.

I am tying myself up from letter-writing until I have finished my novel.

While I cannot but hope for one line from you to say that you are recovering.