quit rent—­in short, worded in the most guarded terms, to shut out the property from Isaac Dowden the husband.  Intelligence has just come of the death of this person in India, where he made a will, entailing this property (which seem’d entangled enough already) to the heirs of his body, that should not be born of his wife; for it seems by the Law in India natural children can recover.  They have put the cause into Exchequer Process here, removed by Certiorari from the Native Courts, and the question is whether I should as Executor, try the cause here, or again re-remove to the Supreme Sessions at Bangalore, which I understand I can, or plead a hearing before the Privy Council here.  As it involves all the little property of Elizabeth Dowden, I am anxious to take the fittest steps, and what may be the least expensive.  For God’s sake assist me, for the case is so embarrassed that it deprives me of sleep and appetite.  M. Burney thinks there is a Case like it in Chapt. 170 Sect. 5 in Fearn’s Contingent Remainders.  Pray read it over with him dispassionately, and let me have the result.  The complexity lies in the questionable power of the husband to alienate in usum enfeoffments whereof he was only collaterally seized, etc.”

[On the leaf at this place there are some words in another hand.—­F.]

“The above is some of M. Burney’s memoranda, which he has left here, and you may cut out and give him.  I had another favour to beg, which is the beggarliest of beggings.  A few lines of verse for a young friend’s Album (six will be enough).  M. Burney will tell you who she is I want ’em for.  A girl of gold.  Six lines—­make ’em eight—­signed Barry C——.  They need not be very good, as I chiefly want ’em as a foil to mine.  But I shall be seriously obliged by any refuse scrap.  We are in the last ages of the world, when St. Paul prophesied that women should be ’headstrong, lovers of their own wills, having Albums.’  I fled hither to escape the Albumean persecution, and had not been in my new house 24 hours, when the Daughter of the next house came in with a friend’s Album to beg a contribution, and the following day intimated she had one of her own.  Two more have sprung up since.  If I take the wings of the morning and fly unto the uttermost parts of the earth, there will Albums be.  New Holland has Albums.  But the age is to be complied with.  M.B. will tell you the sort of girl I request the ten lines for.  Somewhat of a pensive cast what you admire.  The lines may come before the Law question, as that cannot be determined before Hilary Term, and I wish your deliberate judgment on that.  The other may be flimsy and superficial.  And if you have not burnt your returned letter pray re-send it me as a monumental token of my stupidity.  ’Twas a little unthinking of you to touch upon a sore subject.  Why, by dabbling in those accursed Annuals I have become a by-word of infamy all over the kingdom.  I have sicken’d