But the separation from dear Margaret has jarred my whole temper.

I am cried up here to the skies as the most affable and kind-hearted of then, while I feel a fierceness and restlessness within me, quite new, and almost inexplicable.
Ever yours T.B.M.
To Hannah M.Macaulay.
London: December 24, 1832.
My dear Sister,--I am much obliged to you for your letter, and am gratified by all its contents, except what you say about your own cough.
As soon as you come back, you shall see Dr.Chambers, if you are not quite well.

Do not oppose me in this; for I have set my heart on it.
I dined on Saturday at Lord Essex's in Belgrave Square.

But never was there such a take-in.

I had been given to understand that his Lordship's cuisine was superintended by the first French artists, and that I should find there all the luxuries of the Almanach des Gourmands.