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ETHEL CHURCHILL.
I wish I could prevail on Ethel to come up to London, if it were but for the sake of eclipsing her rival. I will stand godmother to the town's admiration, and promise and vow three things in its name:—first, that she will forget her faithless swain in the multitude of new ones; secondly, that she will be universally ran after; and, thirdly, that she will be brilliantly married.
And now adieu, dearest uncle, my eyes are closing with a rich confusion of banners, velvet, and jewels. I must go to sleep for a while, and dream of them.
Your affectionate
Henrietta.
