Not all, though.
A young lady friend, who visits the poor in her district, called one day at a humble dwelling.
She knocked at the door, and on a woman opening it, asked to see Mrs. ——.
"Oh! very well," said the woman, and, leaving the young lady in the street, she went inside, and called out at the top of her voice:
"Ada, tell the lady on the second floor that a young person from the district wants to see her."
Apropos of "Esquire" I should like to take the opportunity of paying a well-deserved compliment to the Postal Authorities in England.
Some eight years ago, I lived in the Herbert Road, Shooter's Hill, near London.
After three weeks of wonderful peregrinations, a letter, addressed in the following manner, duly reached me from France:
