My dear H——­, tell me how you bore the journey and the cold, and how dear A——­ fared on the road; how you found all your people, and how the dell and the sea are looking.  Write to me very soon and very long.  You have let several stitches fall in one of the muffetees you knit for me, and it is all running to ruin; I must see and pick them up at the theater on Thursday night.  You have left all manner of things behind you; among others, Channing’s two essays; I will keep all your property honestly for you, and shall soon have time to read those essays, which I very much wish to do.

A large supply of Christmas fare arrived from Stafford to-day from my godmother, and among other things, a huge nosegay for me.  I was very grateful for the flowers; they are always a pleasure, and to-day I thought they tried to be a consolation to me.

Now I must break off.  Do you remember Madame de Sevigne’s “Adieu; ce n’est pas jusqu’a demain—­jusqu’a samedi—­jusqu’ aujourd’hui en huit; c’est adieu pour un an”? and yet I certainly have no right to grumble, for our meeting as we have done latterly is a pleasure as little to have been anticipated as the events which have enabled us to do so, and for which I have so many reasons to be thankful.  God bless you, dear H——­; kiss dear little A——­ for me, and remember me affectionately to all your people.

                        I am yours ever truly,
          
                                                     FANNY.

Dall sends her best love to both, and all; and Henry bids me tell A——­ that the name of the Drury Lane pantomime is “Harlequin and Davy Jones, or Mother Carey’s Chickens.”  Ours is yet a secret; he will write her all about it.

Mr. Cartwright, the eminent dentist, was a great friend of my father’s; he was a cultivated gentleman of refined taste, and an enlightened judge and liberal patron of the arts.  If anything could have alleviated the half-hour’s suspense before one obtained admission to his beautiful library, which was on some occasions (of, I suppose, slight importance) his “operating-room,” it would have been the choice specimens of lovely landscape painting, by the first English masters, which adorned his dining-room.  I have sat by Sir Thomas Lawrence at the hospitable dinner-table, where Mr. Cartwright gave his friends the most agreeable opportunity of using the teeth which he, preserved for them, and heard in his house the best classical English vocal music, capitally executed by the first professors of that school, and brilliant amicable rivalry of first-rate piano-forte performances by Cramer, Neukomm, Hummel, and Moscheles, who were all personal friends of their host.

                                GREAT RUSSELL STREET, January 3, 1831. 
     MY DEAR H——­,