DEAR TERRY,--I received with the greatest surprise, and the most sincere distress, the news of poor George Bullock's death. In the full career of honorable industry,--distinguished by his uncommon taste and talent,--esteemed by all who transacted business with him,--and loved by those who had the pleasure of his more intimate acquaintance,--I can scarce conceive a more melancholy summons. It comes as a particular shock to me, because I had, particularly of late, so much associated his idea with the improvements here, in which his kind and enthusiastic temper led him to take such interest; and in looking at every unfinished or projected circumstance, I feel an impression of melancholy which will for some time take away the pleasure I have found in them. I liked George Bullock because he had no trumpery selfishness about his heart, taste, or feelings. Pray let me know about the circumstances of his family, etc. I feel most sincerely interested in all that concerns him. It must have been a dreadful surprise to Mr. Atkinson and you who lived with him so much. I need not, I am sure, beg you to be in no hurry about my things. The confusion must be cruelly great, without any friend adding to it; and in fact, at this moment, I am very indifferent on the subject. The poor kind fellow! He took so much notice of little Charles, and was so domesticated with us all, that I really looked with a schoolboy's anxiety for his being here in the season, to take his own quiet pleasures, and to forward mine. But God's will be done. All that surviving friends can do upon such a loss is, if possible, to love each other still better.--I {p.234} beg to be kindly remembered to Mrs. Terry and Monsieur Walter. Ever most truly yours, Walter SCOTT. TO THE SAME. EDINBURGH, 16th May, 1818.