I guess I must answer him slick right away.

For, as the judicious poet observes, Though a New England man lolls back in his chair, With a pipe in his mouth, and his legs in the air, Yet surely an Old England man such as I To a kinsman by blood should be civil and spry.
How I run on in quotation! But, when I begin to cite the verses of our great writers, I never can stop.

Stop I must, however.
Yours T.B.M.
To Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.
London: July 18, 1832.
My dear Sisters,--I have heard from Napier.

He speaks rapturously of my article on Dumont, [Dumont's "Life of Mirabeau." See the Miscellaneous Writings of Lord Macaulay.] but sends me no money.

Allah blacken his face! as the Persians say.