Mr.Jones tells me that you write a good bold hand.

Give me a specimen of it.

Sit down at the table, and direct that letter to Messieurs Hanbury and Company, Liverpool." I did as I was commanded, but my hand trembled with excitement: I found some difficulty in steadying the pen.

He took the letter and looked at it carefully, muttering as he did so-- "How like my father's hand.

Ay, and how like in obstinacy of purpose; more like him in every respect than his own sons." Then turning to me, who was lost in wonder at this sudden change in his manner towards me, he said, "This is well; you write a fair, legible hand for a boy.