TO WALTER.—I am LOST (if you please).—Zion. Poet’s-corner, Westminster Abbey.
142.—Friday, January 12, 1849.
TO ZION, Poet’s-corner, Westminster.—If Walter refuses write to J. B., King’s newspaper office, Chancery-lane, who wishes most particularly to see you.
143.—Thursday, January 25, 1849.
V.A.—“There is a tide,” &c. Yours, F.
144.—Monday, February 5-& 6-7-8-9-10, 1849.
TORQUAY.—ONE LINE, no matter what its import, is asked by one on the verge of distraction. Silence may be thought more merciful, but it is mistaken kindness to suppose so.
145.—Wednesday, February 7, 1849.
D.V.—Would my DEAREST FRIEND honour me with some indubitable proof of my position?—F.——a.