I enclose a letter for Ferdinand: you may guess the feelings with which I send it. But I will not say a word upon the subject. God's will be done. From Colonel Fox. My dear old friend, Holland House, Oct. 26th, 1840. Your Letters to Allen and to me have much overcome us both. I cannot at this time write much, but I was pleased to see your handwriting again, though on such a subject! We are all as well as we can hope to be; my poor mother, calm and kind; she desires me to say all that is kind, and so does my aunt and my wife. God bless you. Yours, affectionately, P.S. Allen perhaps will add to this. Dear Blanco, C. R. Fox. I have nothing consolatory to add. Lady Holland is much overcome. To her it is the loss of every thing in this life, and though it may appear selfish, I cannot help adding that the loss is equally irreparable. I have known him for more than thirty-five years, and a kinder and better man I never knew. God bless you. Many thanks for your Note. I have felt the loss of Lord Holland severely. The recollections of thirty-two years, a considerable part of which I have spent near that excellent man, are fixed in a mind not selfish, too strongly to be controlled at will. I remember that I could not see Lord H.'s handwriting without a sudden expansion of my heart. Now, that friend is added to the long list of those whom death has snatched from me. My solitude in this world (I do not mean the absence of company) increases in a most melancholy degree. Intellectual convictions, at least with me, are powerful in the regulation of conduct; but very weak in regard to the feelings. Add to this the constant suffering of acute pain which never leaves me, except a few hours after I lose a considerable quantity of blood; add an imagination full of fears for the person I most love, who is now surrounded with dangers,—and you will understand what a task it is to keep myself under the control of Reason, and in subjection to the Will of God, as that Reason, which is Himself, prescribes. Ferdinand is in the advanced body of troops marching into the country of the insurgents. He writes in excellent spirits; so far I rejoice. He is at Sukkur, advancing to the fearful Bolan pass which is occupied by the enemy. At vos, o Superi, et Divûm tu maxime rector I am writing in pain, and yet I am writing unnecessarily. My fingers scarcely obey my will, and the fear of stretching them, makes my characters smaller and smaller. My most sincere love to M Ever your affectionate Friend, J. BLANCO WHITE. P.S.-I have had a few very affecting lines from Col. Fox, and Mr. Allen. I wish the Queen would make Col. Fox a nobleman, and thus place place him in his natural rank. He has now Ampthill Park, a beautiful property which Lord Ossory left him, in reversion after Lord H.'s death. Oct. 29th. Applied one of the very rough horse-hair gloves to the skin; it seems to relieve me by pressing it: thus am I wearing the monkish Cilicium. Oct. 31st. Senior (N. W.) called to see me before I had dressed. I came out to him wrapped up in a blanket. Passed the day miserably; when trying to get into bed, the chair rolled away from me, and I fell my whole length, so as to knock the floor with my head. I was stunned. Margaret heard the fall; she and Mrs. Lewis [his landlady] came in immediately, ‘and between them I was placed on the bed, full of pain and distress. Nov. 1st. In the morning I sent for a dozen leeches, and lost a very large quantity of blood. 10th. A restless night: much pain in the morning. A letter from Henry and Louisa Bishop, urging me to accept from them £30 per annum, in order to engage a man to wait on me part of the day, and (if necessary) the whole night. Their kindness is so great that, if I wanted their assistance, I could not forgive myself denying them the satisfaction of affording it. But I do not want it. I could afford the money, at least for the present. I record this offer that it may be known to every one who may happen to look over this journal. 13th. In bed my sufferings for the last two days are not to be described. Dr. Sutherland called yesterday, and prescribed a blister on the swelling in the neck. I could not move my arms without the most dreadful pain. 16th. Engaged Watson to wait on me from six in the afternoon to ten in the morning, at the rate of a guinea and a half per week. I have accepted from H. Bishop whatever Watson's wages may amount to, provided it does not exceed £30. 17th. Mr. Archer applied electro-galvanism with very good effect. From Professor Powell. Oxford, November 18th, 1840. My dear Blanco White, Though fully sensible how shamefully bad a correspondent I am, I will not let the accompanying parcel reach you without some slight attempt to retrieve my character, or at any rate without assuring you how glad I have been to hear of your change of abode, as I trust it may in many respects be more comfortable and beneficial to you than continuing in the former situation. I do not know your exact locality, but I remember well the pleasant appearance of the whole district towards the colony of the Yates's-who I think I understood are your near neighbours. Things in this place do not improve. The convenient fable of "the Church" gains many converts, that is, professing adopters of it avowedly as a fable, who have not courage to avow their real doubts, or to touch upon the question of truth, and who just in the same way would be nominal Papists in Italy or Spain, or Mahometans in Turkey. In Cambridge, the election of Lord Lyndhurst by a large majority is a fair exemplification of the representative principle. Such a man as Lord Lyndhurst is the representative of the majority of Cambridge men :-ergo, the majority of Cambridge men are such men as Lord Lyndhurst. Thus, and in numberless similar instances, we find the Church most consistently and honestly labouring in its vocation to demonstrate the truth of its own 26th Article, that "the evil have oftentimes the chief ascendancy in it," &c., &c. However, I will not dwell upon these things-they are, to my |