_March 15._
_Dear Com,_
_Why the dickens haven't you written to me for such ages? I'm going
to chuck this place. Haven't you got any scheme on hand for
teaching the democracy to find out the uselessness of your order?
Why not a new critical weekly, with me as bondslave-in-chief? Or
doesn't one of your National Liberals want a bright young fellow to
dot his i's and pick up his h's? For L250 a year I'll serve any of
them, write his speeches, interview his constituents or even teach
his cubs to prey on the body politic like Father Lion himself.
Seriously though, if you hear of anything, do think of me._
_Yours ever