were two Chancellors, Lord Brougham and Lord Plunket.
There was Earl Gower; Lord St. Vincent; Lord Seaford; Lord Duncannon;
Lord Ebrington; Sir James Graham; Sir John Newport; the two Secretaries
of the Treasury, Rice and Ellice; George Lamb; Denison; and half a
dozen more Lords and distinguished Commoners, not to mention Littleton
himself. Till last year he lived in Portman Square. When he changed
his residence his servants gave him warning. They could not, they said,
consent to go into such an unheard-of part of the world as Grosvenor
Place. I can only say that I have never been in a finer house than
Littleton's, Lansdowne House excepted,--and perhaps Lord Milton's, which
is also in Grosvenor Place. He gave me a dinner of dinners. I talked
with Denison, and with nobody else. I have found out that the real use
of conversational powers is to put them forth in tete-a-tete. A man
is flattered by your talking your best to him alone. Ten to one he is
piqued by your overpowering him before a company. Denison was agreeable
enough. I heard only one word from Lord Plunket, who was remarkably
silent. He spoke of Doctor Thorpe, and said that, having heard the
Doctor in Dublin, he should like to hear him again in London. "Nothing
easier," quoth Littleton; "his chapel is only two doors off; and he will
be just mounting the pulpit." "No," said Lord Plunket; "I can't lose my
dinner." An excellent saying, though one which a less able man than Lord
Plunket might have uttered.

At midnight I walked away with George Lamb, and went--where for a ducat?
"To bed," says Miss Hannah. Nay, my sister, not so; but to Brooks's.
There I found Sir James Macdonald; Lord Duncannon, who had left
Littleton's just before us; and many other Whigs and ornaments of human
nature. As Macdonald and I were rising to depart we saw Rogers, and I
went to shake hands with him. You cannot think how kind the old man was
to me. He shook my hand over and over, and told me that Lord Plunket
longed to see me in a quiet way, and that he would arrange a breakfast
party in a day or two for that purpose.

Away I went from Brooks's--but whither? "To bed now, I am sure," says
little Anne. No, but on a walk with Sir James Macdonald to the end of
Sloane Street, talking about the Ministry, the Reform Bill, and the East
India question.

Ever yours

T. B. M.

To Hannah M. Macaulay.

House of Commons Smoking Room: Saturday.

My dear Sister,--The newspapers will have, expla