subject, and, notwithstanding the bullying and majority of Gladstone, he was defeated.  Before the Irish Church was robbed, I was nominated to the Deanery of Tuam, but Mr. Disraeli resigning, I was defrauded of my just right by Mr. Gladstone, and my wife, Lady——­, the only surviving child of an Earl, was sadly disappointed; but there is a just Judge above.  The letter of nomination is still in my possession.  I am, dear sir, yours faithfully,——.”

It is highly characteristic of Mr. Gladstone that, when this letter was shown to him by its recipient as a specimen of epistolary oddity, he read it, not with a smile, but with a portentous frown, and, handing it back, sternly asked, “What does the fellow mean by quoting an engagement entered into by my predecessor as binding on me?”

It is not only clergy “defrauded” of expected dignities that write odd letters.  Young curates in search of benefices often seek to gratify their innocent ambitions by the most ingenious appeals.  Here is a letter received not many years ago by the Prime Minister of the day:—­

“I have no doubt but that your time is fully occupied.  I will therefore compress as much as possible what I wish to say, and frame my request in a few words.  Some time ago my mother wrote to her brother, Lord ——­, asking him to try and do something for me in the way of obtaining a living.  The reply from Lady ——­ was that my uncle could do nothing to help me.  I naturally thought that a Premier possessed of such a plenitude of power as yourself would find it a matter of less difficulty to transform a curate into a rector or vicar than to create a peer.  My name is in the Chancellor’s List—­a proceeding, as far as results, somewhat suggestive, I fear, of the Greek Kalends....  My future father-in-law is a member of the City Liberal Club, in which a large bust of yourself was unveiled last year.  I am 31 years of age; a High Churchman; musical, &c.; graduate of——.  If I had a living I could marry....  I am very anxious to marry, but I am very poor, and a living would help me very much.  Being a Southerner, fond of music and of books, I naturally would like to be somewhere near town.  I hope you will be able to help me in this respect, and thus afford much happiness to more than one.”  There is great force in that appeal to the “large bust.”

Here is a request which Bishop Thorold received from an admirer, who unfortunately omitted to give his address:—­

“Rev. and learned Sir,—­Coming into your presence through the medium of a letter, I do so in the spirit of respect due to you as a gentleman and a scholar.  I unfortunately am a scholar, but a blackguard.  I heard you preach a few times, and thought you might pity the position I have brought myself to.  I should be grateful to you for an old coat or an old pair of boots.”

And while the seekers after emolument write odd letters, odd letters are also written by their admirers on their behalf.  A few years ago one of the principal benefices in West London was vacated, and, the presentation lapsing to the Crown, the Prime Minister received the following appeal:—­