fair, I hope you will mention it. I
have two messages; let me get rid of them, and
then my paper will be my own. Mary fully intended
writing to you by Mr. Chute's frank, and only
happened entirely to forget it, but will write
soon; and my father wishes Edward to send him a
memorandum in your next letter of the price of the
hops. The tables are come, and give general
contentment. I had not expected that they would so
perfectly suit the fancy of us all three, or that
we should so well agree in the disposition of
them; but nothing except their own surface can
have been smoother. The two ends put together form
one constant table for everything, and the centre
piece stands exceedingly well under the glass, and
holds a great deal most commodiously, without
looking awkwardly. They are both covered with
green baize, and send their best love. The
Pembroke has got its destination by the sideboard,
and my mother has great delight in keeping her
money and papers locked up. The little table which
used to stand there has most conveniently taken
itself off into the best bedroom; and we are now
in want only of the chiffonniere, which is neither
finished nor come. So much for that subject; I
now come to another, of a very different nature,
as other subjects are very apt to be. Earle
Harwood has been again giving uneasiness to his
family and talk to the neighbourhood; in the
present instance, however, he is only unfortunate,
and not in fault.

About ten days ago, in cocking a pistol in the
guard-room at Marcau (?) he accidentally shot
himself through the thigh. Two young Scotch
surgeons in the island were polite enough to
propose taking off the thigh at once, but to that
he would not consent; and accordingly in his
wounded state was put on board a cutter and
conveyed to Haslar Hospital, at Gosport, where the
bullet was extracted, and where he now is, I hope,
in a fair way of doing well. The surgeon of the
hospital wrote to the family on the occasion, and
John Harwood went down to him immediately,
attended by