999.—Tuesday, February 1, 1859.
O.T. E.—Du muss nur einmal wieder schreiben—die letzte zeit. Denke an dein versprechen; zwei Jahren zu warten, und dann oder wenn du willst komme. Mein herz ist gestorben, &c.
1000.—Tuesday, February 1, 1859.
CLOVES.—Thus to address you without having heard a word! I have tried in vain to get news. My fears have been, are still, of the most painful, even dreadful, kind. God grant they may soon be dispelled. He has, I trust, supported you through all. I have been much tried, and have written for my own relief, but would send all if I could. Many things have forced themselves upon me, spite of my distress. Improvements everywhere, only worth to me for their obvious bearing on the one object I really live for. From the past let us gather strength and hope. I trust nothing in what I sent has disturbed you. God bless you; be true.—Clarence.
1001.—Monday, February 7, 1859.
TO CONTRE-COUP.—To terminate this disgraceful business, I had made arrangements to place my daughter at school, at Boxmoor, Herts, but I cannot get her. Now, what am I to do? The money I relied on in my old age has been alienated—my child lost for ever—myself in the most miserable part of the land of misery, with a miserable salary. Write and address E. J. Wilson, Ennis, Ireland.
1002.—Tuesday, February 8, 1859.
TWO THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED POUNDS—North-street.