On Friday I have a family dinner at home--uncles, aunts, brothers,
sisters, cousins--an annual gathering.
By what fatality is it that you always ask me to dine on the wrong day?
While you are tracing this non-consequence to its cause, I wish you
would tell Mr. Sydney Smith that of all the men I ever heard of and
never saw, I have the greatest curiosity to see and the greatest
interest to know him.
Begging my best compliments at home,
I am, my dear Sir,
Faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. C. Macready.]