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300 WILLIAM BLACKWOOD.<br />

absolutely true ; I do not believe I could do it to save my life.<br />

I have lost as many hours in Tiot doing anything as I might<br />

have done the articles in. I feel it impossible—out of my<br />

power—and I have done all I could to do them. I therefore<br />

shall go home. For misery it is to sit here impotent.<br />

You must just put Wrest in place of the 'Noctes,'—and<br />

either Beddoes or anything else that is tolerable in place of<br />

Dalton.<br />

There is no use in saying more : absolute incapacity prevents<br />

me, and for five hundred pounds I could not do what I wished<br />

to do most earnestly and truly.<br />

Here follows an exchange of compliments in respect<br />

to money, that fruitful source of misunderstandings,<br />

in which all is amiable, honourable, and magnanimous.<br />

The letter is endorsed by Mr Blackwood, "Received<br />

14th December 1826, in answer to my note telling<br />

him I had been disappointed of Kobinson's [a political<br />

writer] article, begging of him to do something, and<br />

enclosing him a draft on the Royal Bank for £50."<br />

John Wilson to W. Blackwood.<br />

I return the order, for although to all men with families,<br />

&c., money is most desirable, yet under present circumstances<br />

I cannot accept this order. It is returned, however, merely<br />

from a feeling ; and no thought of your being wrong in sending<br />

it. Sending money to me can never be wrong—it must<br />

always be extremely right and pleasant, but just now I cannot<br />

but return it.<br />

I am distressed, too, about Robinson ; and yet, perhaps,<br />

although such articles are necessary at times, and frequently,<br />

they are not necessary always. All last night was I forced to<br />

lose in an idiotic Inquest, with that accident on Windermere<br />

—and am this moment up, having been wearied to death. I<br />

must evidently do something at this pinch, and perhaps four or<br />

five pleasant articles without much pretence may do. I dine<br />

out at six, but shall begin to something in a quarter of an<br />

hour.

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