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starling's tower at the grotto ! My neighbour, alas ! has killed the 

 only bittern that has been seen here for seventy-five years. " What 

 a world we live in, master," my keeper once said to me when I had 

 refused to allow him to hang a poor cat which belonged to a harm- 

 less old woman in the village. My Fauna, unlike yours, does not 

 thrive among our long chimney cannibals. We have scarcely any 

 ringdoves this year. 



To Norman Moore, Esq. 



WALTON HALL, March 13, 1865, 



My dear Norman, Although we are in Lent, it does not follow 

 that you should be in exile. My door is ever open to you. How 

 do you come on in the badgering line across the channel ? I have 

 had a tremendous cold. I cannot remember ever to have had so 

 severe a one. The rooks dare not continue at their newly-formed 

 nests. The woodpecker visits us every night and morning. I wish 

 that you had been here last week. A French giant paid us a morn- 

 ing visit. He stood exactly seven feet seven inches in his shoes. 

 Your last letter was excellent. Believe me, very truly yours, 



CHARLES WATERTON. 



