My guardian is a trump--and is ever tired of telling me about my father.

Do you know I'm to have a pension from a grateful country?
What wouldn't Black Sal say to get hold of me now?
What I value quite as much is his sword, which I keep by my couch like a Knight Templar.

So mind what you're up to when you come back.
"Here am I writing about myself, when I know you are longing to hear about (turn over-leaf and hide your blushes)--the babies! They are tip- top.

Timothy, ever since I got my sword, has shown great respect for me, and sits on the pillow while I sketch.

By the way, do you recognise enclosed portrait?
It's my first attempt at a face--rather a pleasant face too, eh?
Oh, about the babies.