From my tent in my garden. ANOTHER "BOBADIL" NOTE. I must tell you this, sir, I am no general man; but for William Shakespeare's sake (you may embrace it at what height of favour you please) I will communicate with you on the twenty-first, and do esteem you to be a gentleman of some parts--of a good many parts in truth. I love few words. [Illustration: HW: Signature: Bobadil] At Cobb's, a water-bearer, _October 11th._ [Sidenote: Mr. Peter Cunningham.] DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Thursday Morning, June 22nd, 1848._ MY DEAR CUNNINGHAM, I will be at Miss Kelly's to-morrow evening, from seven to eight, and shall hope to see you there, for a little conversation, touching the railroad arrangements. All preparations completed in Edinburgh and Glasgow. There will be a great deal of money taken, especially at the latter place. I wish I could persuade you, seriously, to come into training for Nym, in "The Merry Wives." He is never on by himself, and all he has to do is good, without being difficult. If you could screw yourself up to the doing of that part in Scotland, it would prevent our taking some new man, and would cover you (all over) with glory. Faithfully yours always. P.S.--I am fully persuaded that an amateur manager has more correspondence than the Home Secretary. [Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.] 1, DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, REGENT'S PARK, _July 27th, 1848._ MY DEAR MRS. WATSON, I thought to have been at Rockingham long ago! It seems a century since I, standing in big boots on the Haymarket stage, saw you come into a box upstairs and look down on the humbled Bobadil, since then I have had the kindest of notes from you, since then the finest of venison, and yet I have not seen the Rockingham flowers, and they are withering I daresay.