[Sidenote: Mr. Mark Lemon.] DOVER, _August 5th, 1852._ MY DEAR MARK, Poor dear Watson was dead when the paragraph in the paper appeared. He was buried in his own church yesterday. Last Sunday three weeks (the day before he went abroad) he dined with us, and was quite well and happy. She has come home, is at Rockingham with the children, and does not weakly desert his grave, but sets up her rest by it from the first. He had been wandering in his mind a little before his death, but recovered consciousness, and fell asleep (she says) quite gently and peacefully in her arms. I loved him very much, and God knows he deserved it. Ever affectionately. [Sidenote: The Earl of Carlisle.] 10, CAMDEN CRESCENT, DOVER, _Thursday, Aug. 5th, 1852._ MY DEAR LORD CARLISLE, 'Peared to me (as Uncle Tom would say) until within these last few days, that I should be able to write to you, joyfully accepting your Saturday's invitation after Newcastle, in behalf of all whom it concerned. But the Sunderland people rushed into the field to propose our acting there on that Saturday, the only possible night. And as it is the concluding Guild expedition, and the Guild has a paramount claim on us, I have been obliged to knock my own inclinations on the head, cut the throat of my own wishes, and bind the Company hand and foot to the Sunderland lieges. I don't mean to tell them now of your invitation until we shall have got out of that country. There might be rebellion. We are staying here for the autumn. Is there any hope of your repeating your visit to these coasts? Ever faithfully yours. [Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.] 10, CAMDEN CRESCENT, DOVER, _August 5th, 1852._ ON THE DEATH OF MR. WATSON. MY DEAR, DEAR MRS. WATSON, I cannot bear to be silent longer, though I know full well--no one better I think--how your love for him, and your trust in God, and your love for your children will have come to the help of such a nature as yours, and whispered better things than any friendship can, however faithful and affectionate.