Why not keep a journal, and minute down in it all that you see and hear?
and remember that I charge you, as the venerable circle charged Miss Byron, to tell me of every person who "regards you with an eye of partiality." What can I say more?
as the Indians end their letters.

Did not Lady Holland tell me of some good novels?
I remember:--Henry Masterton, three volumes, an amusing story and a happy termination.

Smuggle it in, next time that you go to Liverpool, from some circulating library; and deposit it in a lock-up place out of the reach of them that are clothed in drab; and read it together at the curling hour.
My article on Mirabeau will be out in the forthcoming number.

I am not a good judge of my own compositions, I fear; but I think that it will be popular.

A Yankee has written to me to say that an edition of my works is about to be published in America with my life prefixed, and that he shall be obliged to me to tell him when I was born, whom I married, and so forth.