“On Monday, after sitting up all night, I saw Bellingham launched into eternity, and at three the same day I saw * * * launched into the country. * * * *
“I believe, in the beginning of June, I shall be down for a few days in Notts. If so, I shall beat you up ’en passant’ with Hobhouse, who is endeavouring, like you and every body else, to keep me out of scrapes.
“I meant to have written you a long letter, but I find I cannot. If any thing remarkable occurs, you will hear it from me—if good; if bad, there are plenty to tell it. In the mean time, do you be happy.
“P.S. My best wishes and respects to Mrs. * *;—she is beautiful. I may say so even to you, for I never was more struck with a countenance.”
