curious about them; but they are all anxious for ‘good accounts from England,’ and all seem satisfied.
I am so glad you have been scolding Rodwell. The quantities of books that he ought to have sent us by this time! and he has not sent one. We borrowed ‘Rienzi’ and I find it tiresome: but the others like it.
I wish you would tell you have heard from me, if this makes a quick journey. I have written to her twice in the last fortnight from mere wantonness, and cannot inflict a third letter on her.
I see the ‘Kyte,’ with my last journal to you carefully shipped, is still in the river, and I hope the deceiving captain, who advertised his departure some days ago, will bring up my journal to the present day. Of course he will; he must feel that I should have gone on writing if he had not declared he was sailing,
