Macaulay proved a bad prophet; for, after an interval of only three years, William the Fourth repeated his blunder in an aggravated form.] But why plague ourselves about politics when we have so much pleasanter things to talk of?
The Parson's Daughter; don't you like the Parson's Daughter?
What a wretch Harbottle was! And Lady Frances, what a sad worldly woman! But Mrs.Harbottle, dear suffering angel! and Emma Level, all excellence! Dr.Mac Gopus you doubtless like; but you probably do not admire the Duchess and Lady Catherine.

There is a regular cone over a novel for you! But, if you will have my opinion, I think it Theodore Book's worst performance; far inferior to the Surgeon's Daughter; a set of fools making themselves miserable by their own nonsensical fancies and suspicions.

Let me hear your opinion, for I will be sworn that, In spite of all the serious world, Of all the thumbs that ever twirled, Of every broadbrim-shaded brow, Of every tongue that e'er said "thou," You still read books in marble covers About smart girls and dapper lovers.
But what folly I have been scrawling! I must go to work.
I cannot all day Be neglecting Madras And slighting Bombay For the sake of a lass.
Kindest love to Edward, and to the woman who owns him.
Ever yours T.B.M.
London: June 17, 1833.
Dear Hannah,--All is still anxiety here.

Whether the House of Lords will throw out the Irish Church Bill, whether the King will consent to create new Peers, whether the Tories will venture to form a Ministry, are matters about which we are all in complete doubt.

If the Ministry should really be changed, Parliament will, I feel quite sure, be dissolved.
Whether I shall have a seat in the next Parliament I neither know nor care.