P.S.—I have been waiting until I got to subjects of this nature, thinking you would like them best.
Mr. George Cattermole.
Broadstairs, September 21st, 1841.
My dear George,
Will you, before you go on with the other subjects I gave you, do one of Hugh, bareheaded, bound, tied on a horse, and escorted by horse-soldiers to jail? If you can add an indication of old Fleet Market, and bodies of foot soldiers firing at people who have taken refuge on the tops of stalls, bulk-heads, etc., it will be all the better.
Faithfully yours always.
Miss Mary Talfourd.
Devonshire Terrace, December 16th, 1841.
My dear Mary,
I should be delighted to come and dine with you on your birthday, and to be as merry as I wish you to be always; but as I am going, within a very few days afterwards, a very long distance from home, and shall not see any of my children for six long months, I have made up my mind to pass all that week at home for their sakes; just as you would like your papa and mamma to spend all the time they possibly could spare with you if they were about to make a dreary voyage to America; which is what I am going to do myself.