My dear Stuart, I have been in such a whirl and such a turmoil since I came here that I have hardly had time to collect my scattered thoughts to write you a line.  I have seen much and heard much, but shall not attempt to give you any account now, as I hope (please God) we shall meet ere long.  Mrs. Ramsay’s brother-in-law, the Bishop of Nova Scotia, is here—­he preached the annual sermon for the anniversary meeting of the Charity Children in St. Paul’s.  I went as his chaplain, but of this more hereafter.  He has been very urgent upon us to protract our stay here through all next week, but I have resisted his importunities, as I am really desirous of taking as much time as I can at Frome.  We accordingly fix Tuesday for leaving London.  We stay that day at Windsor with a friend, come to Winchester, Romsey, Salisbury, on Wednesday, and on Thursday the 16th, I hope to see you all in health and comfort.  Dear Stuart, I shall be happy, really happy, to be amongst you once more.  It is to me like coming home.  Do not wait dinner or make any arrangements, because our hour of arrival is uncertain.  We may be detained till the evening seeing sights.  Mrs. E.B.R. eats nothing (literally), and I daresay your common dinner may furnish me with a meal.  Mrs. Ramsay desires kindest love; she is not looking well, and I hope, after the racket here, she will improve upon Frome quiet.  God bless you.—­Your affectionate

     E.B.R.

     Marked—­“First visit to F.F. with wife, June 9,1831.”

     Mr. RAMSAY to Miss STUART SHEPPARD, Fromefield.

     Woburn, Friday night, 1st July [1831].

We are sure that our very dear friends at Fromefield will be interested in hearing of our progress and welfare, and as we have a few extra minutes this morning, we are determined to devote them to a party now living in the hearts of all the wanderers with whom they so lately and so grievously parted:  the weather even sympathised on Tuesday evening, and all the comfort we had was in talking over individually the whole Fromefield concern.  My brother, who is slow in making friends, and shy of strangers, softened into tender friendship under the influence of such kindness, and vows that if he had such friends he would travel annually from Edinburgh to see them.  He has put one sprig of verbena from Stuart in one pocket, another sprig from Jane in another pocket, and a piece of painted glass from Elizabeth in another pocket.  How lucky it is that his dress should be so abundantly supplied with the accommodation of so many receptacles for reminiscences!  Our next grief after leaving you was the not seeing Cousin John!  We were sadly disappointed.  We did not get into Clifton till near ten; the rain would prevent his coming to meet us, and the next morning we very provokingly missed each other, though Mr. Ramsay consoled himself with writing a note.  How much