I wish you would allow your coachman to look out for me among your neighbors a couple of young colts (rising three would be the best age) that would match for a carriage some two years hence. I have plenty of grass for them in the mean while, and should never know the expense of their keep at Abbotsford. He seemed to think he could pick them up at from £25 to £30, which would make an immense saving hereafter. Peter Matheson and he had arranged some sort of plan of this kind. For a pair of very ordinary carriage-horses in Edinburgh they ask £140 or more; so it is worth while to be a little provident. Even then you only get one good horse, the other being usually a brute. Pray you excuse all this palaver,-- "These little things are great to little men." Our harvest is almost all in, but as farmers always grumble about something, they are now growling about the lightness of the crop. All the young part of our household are wrapt up in uncertainty concerning the Queen's illness--for--if her Majesty parts cable, there will be no Forest Ball, and that is a terrible prospect. On Wednesday (when no post arrives from London) Lord Melville chanced to receive a letter with a black seal by express, and as it was of course argued to contain the expected intelligence of poor Charlotte, it sold a good many ells of black cloth and stuffs before it was ascertained to contain no such information. Surely this came within the line of high treason, being an imagining of the Queen's death. Ever yours truly, Walter SCOTT. P. S.--Once more _anent_ the colts. I am indifferent about color; but, _cæteris paribus_, would prefer black or brown, to bright bay or gray. I mention two off--as {p.273} the age at which they can be best judged of by the buyer. Of the same date I find written in pencil, on what must have been the envelope of some sheriff's-process, this note, addressed to Mr. Charles Erskine, the Sheriff-Substitute of Selkirkshire:-- September 10, 1818. DEAR CHARLES,--I have read these papers with all attention this morning--but think you will agree with me that there must be an Eke to the Condescendence. Order the Eke against next day.--Tom leaves with this packet a blackcock, and (more's the pity) a gray hen. Yours, W. S. And again he thus writes by post to James Ballantyne: ABBOTSFORD, September 10, 1818.