&c., for myself and sisters.
Excuse this scrawl, but I always write headlong.

(8) 'P.

S .-- You were rather stupid last week, don't you think?
(9) We keep no gamekeeper, and yet have always abundant game for friends to shoot, in spite of the poachers.

We never write on perfumed paper--in short, I can't help thinking that if you knew us you would not think us Snobs.' To this I reply in the following manner:--'My dear young ladies, I know your post-town: and shall be at church there the Sunday AFTER next; when, will you please to wear a tulip or some little trifle in your bonnets, so that I may know you?
You will recognize me and my dress--a quiet-looking young fellow, in a white top-coat, a crimson satin neckcloth, light blue trousers, with glossy tipped boots, and an emerald breast-pin.

I shall have a black crape round my white hat; and my usual bamboo cane with the richly-gilt knob.