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Temple, London, May 29, 1847 MY DEAR KELSALL,--The author of all those celebrated unwritten productions, amongst which I particularly solicit your attention to a volume of letters to yourself, will leave the station for Fareham at seven o'clock to-morrow, and stay Sunday at that place: Poor bird, that cannot ever Dwell high in tower of song: Whose heart-breaking endeavour But palls the lazy throng. T.L.B. Back Home |