AU SIMULACRE.—You have only precipitated your friends into the abyss of destruction. Ou pardonne à ceux que l’on méprise.—E. W.
316.—Friday, March 12, 1852.
INDIGO BLUE.—Was I to say that my mind had not formed an idea of you, candour would indeed be wronged; but diffidence arises when I put this question; what claim have I to such kindness? Please send your address by letter to Alexis, Post-office, Chester; and, in order that the exchange may be mutual, my card will await you at the Post-office, Clifton, near Bristol.
317.—Monday, March 15, 1852.
E.W.—What have I done to call forth such cruel remarks? Let me entreat you to favour me with some EXPLANATION. Enemies shall not long triumph over us if you will only join me in this declaration. Do not despair, or on any account give place to the dishonour of foes. In so far as I am concerned the matter has been confined to myself.—A. B. C.
318.—Monday, March 15, 1852.
TO MY BELOVED EQUATOR.—When I visited the Great Exhibition I fancied Hampden, though refreshed with the living water from the Crystal Fountain, frowned at me; I hope our great countryman is now convinced we have not degenerated, and that his impersonation has resumed its accustomed serenity. Ce n’est que le premier pas qui coute, c’est fait; et c’en est fait d’eux. Vous voyez, la Providence n’est pas toujours avec les forts bataillons.—E. W.
319.—Tuesday, March 16, 1852.
HONEST, HONEST ALEXIS! What a strange coincidence! Remove the last syllable, and there was, once, a great man, one of the self-constituted, sacred race, known by that cognomen, whom I,—for which, of course, I shall never be forgiven,—transformed—as I intend to serve many more—into a city spectre. Honest, honest Alexis! may that never be your fate. Candour would then indeed be wronged.—E. W.