Although he never wrote anything in the dramatic line, he once wrote a prologue for some private theatricals, which was to be spoken by Miss Hatch and her brother. This prologue is reproduced in facsimile on the preceding page. Miss Hatch has also sent me a charade (reproduced on pp. 108-10) which he wrote for her, and illustrated with some of his funny drawings. I have one more letter, the last, which, as it mentions the book "Sylvie and Bruno," I will give now. "CHRIST CHURCH, "_May 16, '90_. "DEAREST ISA,--I had this ('this' was 'Sylvie and Bruno') bound for you when the book first came out, and it's been waiting here ever since Dec. 17, for I really didn't dare to send it across the Atlantic--the whales are so inconsiderate. They'd have been sure to want to borrow it to show to the little whales, quite forgetting that the salt water would be sure to spoil it. "Also, I've only been waiting for you to get back to send Emsie the 'Nursery Alice.' I give it to the youngest in a family generally; but I've given one to Maggie as well, because she travels about so much, and I thought she would like to have one to take with her. I hope Nellie's eyes won't get _quite_ green with jealousy, at two (indeed _three_!) of her sisters getting presents, and nothing for her! I've nothing but my love to send her to-day: but she shall have _something some_ day.--Ever your loving "UNCLE CHARLES." Socially, Lewis Carroll was of strong conservative tendencies. He viewed with wonder and a little pain the absolute levelling tendencies of the last few years of his life. I have before me an extremely interesting letter which deals with social observances, and from which I am able to make one or two extracts. The bulk of the letter is of a private nature. "Ladies have 'to be _much_' more particular than gentlemen in observing the distinctions of what is called 'social position': and the _lower_ their own position is (in the scale of 'lady' ship), the more jealous they seem to be in guarding it.... I've met with just the same thing myself from people several degrees above me. Not long ago I was staying in a house along with a young lady (about twenty years old, I should think) with a title of her own, as she was an earl's daughter. I happened to sit next her at dinner, and every time I spoke to her, she looked at me more as if she was looking down on me from about a mile up in the air, and as if she were saying to herself 'How _dare_ you speak to _me_! Why, you're not good enough to black my shoes!' It was so unpleasant, that, next day at luncheon, I got as far off her as I could! "Of course we are all _quite_ equal in God's sight, but we _do_ make a lot of distinctions (some of them quite unmeaning) among ourselves!"