The Archer Clives have been to Naples, but have returned for a time.

Mr.Lockhart, who went to England with the Duke of Wellington (the same prepared to bury him on the road), writes to Mrs.
Sartoris that he has grown much better under the influence of the native beef and beer.

To do him justice he looked, when here, innocent of the recollection even of either.

I wonder if you have seen Mrs.Howe's poems, lately out, called 'Passion Flowers.' They were sent to me by an American friend but were intercepted _en route_, so that I have not set eyes on them yet, but one or two persons, not particularly reliable as critics, have praised them to me.

She is the wife of Dr.Howe, the deaf and dumb philanthropist, and herself neither deaf nor dumb (very much the contrary) I understand--a handsome woman and brilliant in society.