—you must only inquire and let me know. I must get, at trade price, 'Thiers's History of the Revolution,' in French, and all George Sands's works, 'Valentine,' 'Indiana,' &c. &c. I think that they are to be had at the upper shop in the Burlington Arcade—send me also Lamb's works, you have them; also three yards of white waist-ribbon for belts, and the Forget-Me-Not. I write the order for it below—put it under cover to Ackerman, Strand. I forget at where Miss———had her lodgings—Park-street; two volumes of memoirs, translated from the French—if still there, they would be invaluable. Good God! how anxious I am to know how this letter may find you. Five pounds is due from the Forget-Me-Not. Do not get the desk and books unless cheap. God bless you; this is most abrupt and hurried, but you will have letters enough next time, and Mrs.———'s letters tell all.

⁠"Your affectionate,
⁠"L. E. Maclean.

"Do not send the desk unless cheap—tell me all about yourself—from me you shall have a complete journal—ask to see Mrs.———'s; how I hope you are doing well—it makes me so low to think of you."

⁠"September 27.
"My dearest Whittington.
"I am now getting every day more and more anxious to hear something about you—though I know very well it is too soon even to think of expecting it—I wonder so often what you are doing, how you are getting on, and if any good luck has happened to you. . . . . . . I can scarcely make even you understand how perfectly ludicrous the idea of jealousy of a native woman really is. Senti-