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regions; those sine sole domos loca turbida. As ladies now-a-days 

 don't know Latin, you can ask one of the good priests to construe 

 this for you. George Denton says he would like to have a graft from 

 the famous plum-tree, should you pass by the place where it grows. 

 As it requires a soil well manured, he says ours will just suit it to 

 a T. Kind love to Eliza, and believe me, my dear Helen, your 

 ever affectionate brother, CHARLES WATERTON. 



WALTON HALL, Sat^^rday night. 



To the Misses Edmonstone. 



LINTON SPRINGS, WETHERBY, 

 Tuesday morning, July 1856. 



My dear Eliza and Helen, Benumbed with cold, I got safely 

 to Wetherby, and drove down in an omnibus (which would have just 

 suited Caffreland) to the once universally frequented Angel Inn. 

 Alas, how changed from the days when two men-servants attended 

 to receive you ! It has now dwindled down to a pitiful little inn in 

 a little country town. I asked the waiting-girl, who was standing at 

 the door in a gown of last autumn, to show me into a room with a 

 fire. " We have not one in the house, sir," said she. " Then, miss," 

 said I, " I '11 go to the kitchen, for I am frozen alive ; and you must 

 get me a dish of tea, with a toasted muffin to it." A rustic, with a 

 young greyhound by his side, was just finishing his own breakfast. 

 So I pulled a wooden-bottomed chair close to the fireside, where the 

 girl was beginning to toast the muffin I had ordered. The landlady 

 then came in. She seemed to be somewhere about fifty, and might 

 have been comely when in her teens. But as she stood beside me, 

 her rough hands and black stockings told her story without her open- 

 ing her mouth. I said I had frequented the Angel Inn some forty 

 years ago ; and I asked after George Harrison the waiter. She said 

 she had never heard of him. "Then possibly, madam," said I ; 

 " you know nothing of old Billy Tether, who used to carry my little 

 portmanteau to Stockeld Park." "No, sir," said she; "nobody 

 knows anything of them here." "Then," said I, "they must be 

 dead and buried long ago." When the girl had filled the teapot and 



