"His mind was full of information; his conversation, singularly instructive, and very edifying; and while others _talked_ of candour and moderation, he _exemplified_ them. In his theological sentiments he was firm, yet sober and liberal, and not too orthodox (as I have often known this,) to be evangelical. But why do I write this? you know it as well as I, and will describe it better." p. 143. Thus Mr. Jay, concerning the lamented Mr. Hughes. But now we introduce Mr. Foster's letter, addressed to him while languishing into death. "The letter referred to," says Mr. Leifchild, "as forwarded to him by his friend, Mr. Foster, the editor is happy in being permitted to subjoin;--a letter which leaves it hard to determine, whether the feelings of the writer, or of the receiver, were most to be envied." "_Stapleton, September 18, 1833._ "In conveying a few sentences for the last time to my dear old friend, I wish to be allowed to say why such a token of sympathy and affection is so late. "Returning from a long excursion in North Wales, very near the time of your removal to London, I was surprised and grieved at the report of your seyerely afflicted situation at Bath. My impulse to go thither was repressed by the information that no one was admitted to see you. After hearing successive accounts, I wrote a few lines of inquiry to Mr. Evill; and was answered that you had just been removed to London,--with a promise of sending me the information they should receive; which has been done. During the subsequent time, I have withheld from writing to you, partly by information that your great weakness rendered every unusual intervention painful to you, and partly by a report confidently affirming that you had left this world. But at last, and previously to receiving yesterday a message from you through the hands of Mr. R. Cottle, I had determined to write to Mr. George, and put it at his discretion whether to show you the letter.