Lord Pennis to Mr. Leward.

Sir,—You and the Prime Minister may go to the devil. I am ready to meet you or any other psalm-singing scoundrel like you whenever you like, but I suppose you're too big a cur to fight. If I have any more of your impertinence I'll have you horse-whipped.

The lad's a deuced fine lad. I don't believe you ever got the boy.