" won't lead me in to Dorset. No,
Bachelors
for me! I consider you as dead to us, and all my future
devoirs
are but tributes of respect to your
Memory
. Poor fellow! he was a facetious companion and well respected by all who knew him; but he is gone. Sooner or later we must all come to it.
I see nothing of you in the
papers
, the only place where I don't wish to see you; but you will be in town in the Winter.