“Believe me always yours faithfully,
“John Leech.
“C. F. Adams, Esq.”
“Saturday, December 22, 1855.
“My dear Charley,
“How is the country? I suppose no hunting as yet, for I have not received any card. The weather here to-day is mild and wet. I am working away in the hope of getting a day or two by-and-by comfortably. In the meantime, if there is anything going on, give my horse a turn across country, that’s a good fellow.
“With kindest regards, believe me,
“Yours faithfully,
“J. L.
“If you can’t spare time to hunt the mare, would it not be a good thing to send her to Patmore, and make him ride her? But do you attend to her if you can manage it.”