wife, were sitting
up for me with supper, and I suppose it was twelve before I got to bed.
Tuesday raining, my mother rode down, and we went to the Consulate to
sign a Factory and Commission. Thence, I to the lawyers, to the printing
office, and to the mission. It was dinner time when I returned home.

This morning, our cook-boy having suddenly left--injured feelings--the
archangel was to cook breakfast. I found him lighting the fire before
dawn; his eyes blazed, he had no word of any language left to use, and I
saw in him (to my wonder) the strongest workings of gratified ambition.
Napoleon was no more pleased to sign his first treaty with Austria than
was Lafaele to cook that breakfast. All morning, when I had hoped to be
at this letter, I slept like one drugged, and you must take this (which
is all I can give you) for what it is worth--

D. B.

_Memoirs of his Adventures at Home and Abroad. The Second Part;
wherein are set forth the misfortunes in which he was involved upon
the Appin Murder; his troubles with Lord Advocate Prestongrange;
captivity on the Bass Rock; journey into France and Holland; and
singular relations with James More Drummond or Macgregor, a son of
the notorious Rob Roy._

Chapters.--I. A Beggar on Horseback. II. The Highland Writer. III. I go
to Pilrig. IV. Lord Advocate Prestongrange. V. Butter and Thunder. VI. I
make a fault in honour. VII. The Bravo. VIII. The Heather on Fire. IX. I
begin to be haunted with a red-headed man. X. The Wood by Silvermills.
XI. On the march again with Alan. XII. Gillane Sands. XIII. The Bass
Rock. XIV. Black Andie's Tale of Tod Lapraik. XV. I go to Inveraray.

That is it, as far as drafted. Chapters IV. V. VII. IX. and XIV. I am
specially pleased with; the last being an episodical bogie story about
the Bass Rock told there by the Keeper.

TO WILLIAM MORRIS

The following draft letter addressed to Mr. William Morris was found
among Stevenson's papers after his death. It has touches of
affectation and constraint not usual with him, and it is no doubt on
that account that he did not send it; but though not in his best
manner, it seems worth printing as illustrating the variety of his
interests and admirations in literature.

_Vailima, Samoa, Feb. 1892._

MASTER,--A plea from a place so distant should have some weight, and
from a heart so grateful should have some address. I have been long in
your debt, Mast