How is Tike?
I hope they wash him regularly.

If I'm not transported, I shall be home in eight weeks and three days and will take him out for walks.
Love to mother, in which all join,--Your affectionate son, Basil.
P.S .-- If you come, don't take Fegan's cab--he's a cheat.

Old White will drive you cheap.

He's Tom's father.

Georgie sends his love.
The reader may imagine, if he can, the consternation with which Mr and Mrs Richardson read this loving epistle at breakfast on the Friday morning following the great hunt.
They gazed at one another with countenances full of horror and terror, like people suddenly brought face to face with a great calamity.