ly to assure you that, I am, dear Madam,

Yours most faithfully,
HENRY COOPER."

The following letter, the reader must think very piquant and graphic, and
it will, probably, tend to throw a new light upon his preconceived
opinions and estimation of a certain great man. He must remember, too,
whilst reading it, that Admiral Sir George Cockburn had the command of
the ship which conveyed Napoleon and his suite to St. Helena.

This letter is dated,

_London_, 14 _Oct._ 1816.

To the same,--

"I am very much obliged to you for your excellent and most welcome
present [it is below the dignity of the Epopee to say goose and
sausages] which reached me on Sunday, and the note which you were so
kind as to send with it, I can only repay you in this the old paper of
unproductive thanks, but the sincerity of them will be held in some
estimation by the mind actuated by the kindness that has excited them,
and, therefore, flimsy as they are, I venture to beg your acceptance
of them. I have nothing new, Madam, to send you for your
entertainment from this great city. That the Regent is going to
divorce the Princess of Wales, and excite the hope of the husbands and
the fear of the wives--that under such an example, all the legal
restraints to repudiation will be removed, and the practice become
wide, and quite fashionable; you have, of course, heard long ago from
the newspapers, they are eternally depriving us by anticipation of the
power of writing agreeable and interesting letters to the Ladies in
the country.

Sir James Cockburn arrived in town last Saturday from Bermudas. He is
quite well, and neither seems nor believes himself an hour older for
having been three years at Bermudas, since he was last in England. I
have been much with him and his brother, the Admiral, lately. I have
not (for your sex has not ALL the curiosity, though all of a peculiar
kind) omitted to ply him with questions about Buonaparte. He is now
admirably qualified to be Emperor in that country of which I have
read, where they elect the fattest man in the state to the Empire. His
legs are as bulky as my body, the ribs in proportion; and since this
girth is all attained in little more than five-feet five-inches of
length, he is not what Miss Cruso or Miss Godfrey [the head milliners
of Norwich at the time] would call a very genteel figure. He eats
with v