So it is, I hear, with the younger Frenchmen.
LETTER 184.

TO J.D.HOOKER.

Down, January 19th [1865].
It is working hours, but I am trying to take a day's holiday, for I finished and despatched yesterday my Climbing paper.

For the last ten days I have done nothing but correct refractory sentences, and I loathe the whole subject like tartar emetic.

By the way, I am convinced that you want a holiday, and I think so because you took the devil's name in vain so often in your last note.