Thus you must all have felt a shock on finding that he always looked on that name as blotted, and that one of the last sayings I heard from him was, ‘O remember not the sins and offences of my youth, but according to Thy mercy, think upon me, O Lord, for Thy goodness.’ Then he almost smiled, and said, ‘Yes, He has so looked on me, and I am thankful.’ Thankful, and so am I, for those thirty-four peaceful years we spent together, or rather for the seventy years of perfect brotherhood that we have been granted, and though he has left me behind him, I am content to wait. It cannot be for long. My brothers and sisters, their children, and my faithful Amos Bell, are very good to me; and in writing up to that _mezzo termine_ of our lives, I have been living it over again with my brother of brothers, through the troubles that have become like joys. REMARKS. Uncle Edward has not said half enough about his dear old self. I want to know if he never was unhappy when he was young about being _like that_, though mother says his face was always nearly as beautiful as it is now. And it is not only goodness. It _is_ beautiful with his sweet smile and snowy white hair. ELLEN WINSLOW. And I wonder, though perhaps he could not have told, what Aunt Anne would have done if Uncle Clarence had not been so forbearing before he went to China. CLARE FRITH. The others are highly impertinent questions, but we ought to know what became of Lady Peacock. ED. G. W. REPLY. Poor woman, she drifted back to London after about ten years, with an incurable disease. Clarence put her into lodgings near us, and did his best for her as long as she lived. He had a hard task, but she ended by saying he was her only friend. To question No. 2 I have nothing to say; but as to No. 1, with its extravagant compliment, Nature, or rather God, blessed me with even spirits, a methodical nature that prefers monotony, and very little morbid shyness; nor have I ever been devoid of tender care and love. So that I can only remember three severe fits of depression. One, when I had just begun to be taken out in the Square Gardens, and Selina Clarkson was heard to say I was a hideous little monster. It was a revelation, and must have given frightful pain, for I remember it acutely after sixty-five years.