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bring you a copy of. Sir Henry Stewart, the author, has made a 

 place well wooded and thriving out of a desert, and has removed 

 hundreds of trees of all kinds, from twenty to fifty years old, with 

 underwood, all of which have for years been in a most flourishing 

 condition. 



" I think you will get this letter on Sunday morning. I shall 

 think of you all in church. Your affectionate friend, 



" John Wilson." 



As soon as his college duties were over, he set out for Elleray. 

 He writes from Bowness to my mother, May 16, 1828 : — 



" My dear Turkess : — I have this morning received your long and 

 kind letter ; and though I wrote to you yesterday, I do so again. 

 First, then, I enclose a twelve-pound note, which, I hope, will set- 

 tle the accounts, though you don't mention the amount of the ren- 

 dering one. I will thank you to write to Robert as follows: — 

 ' Dear Robert, be so good as send to me the ten-pound receipt to 

 sign, if convenient, and I will return it by post. Jane is to tell you 

 to do so, to save you a postage. If you can give her the money 

 first it will be convenient ; if not, she will wait till I return the pa- 

 per. Yours, J. "VYV Your taste in furniture is excellent, being the 

 same as my own; so choose a paper of a bluish sort, and don't 

 doubt that I will like the room the better for its being entirely 

 your taste, carpet and all. Johnny may go to the fishing whenever 

 you think it safe ; but remember wet feet are dangerous to him at 

 present. If he goes, tell him to go and come by the coach, and 

 give him stockings to put on dry. To fish there with dry feet is 

 not possible ; and he is not strong yet. Send him to school, with a 

 note saying it was but an eruption, for I cannot think it was the 

 small-pox. If it was, he is cured now. I hope they are good boys. 

 God bless them both, Umbs, and their good mother ! 



"Yesterday, we rode to Ambleside — Mary on Blair's pony, which 

 is in high health and very quiet, and spirited too, Maggie on the 

 nondescript. We called cm the Lutwidges, whom we saw. They 

 are all well — she looking very beautiful, and in the family-way of 

 course. On the Edmunds, too. We called on the Norths, and 

 were most kindly received. I left the girls there, and proceeded 

 to Grasmere, along the new road by the lake-side, which is beauti- 

 ful. Found Hartley Coleridge, a little tipsy, I fear, but not very 



