incumbent of Lady Whittlesea's chapel, the sum of not
less than one thousand pounds per annum. Such a sum, with economy (and
without it what sum were sufficient?), will enable me to provide amply
for my wants, to discharge my obligations to you, to my sister, and some
other creditors, very, very unlike you, and to place Miss Honeyman in a
home more worthy of her than that which she now occupies, only to vacate
it at the beck of every passing stranger!

"My sister does not disapprove of my plan, into which enter some
modifications which I have not, as yet, submitted to her, being anxious
at first that they should be sanctioned by you. From the income of
the Whittlesea chapel I propose to allow Miss Honeyman the sum of
two hundred pounds per annum, paid quarterly. This, with her private
property, which she has kept more thriftily than her unfortunate and
confiding brother guarded his (for whenever I had a guinea a tale of
distress would melt it into half a sovereign), will enable Miss Honeyman
to live in a way becoming my father's daughter.

"Comforted with this provision as my sister will be, I would suggest
that our dearest young Clive should be transferred from her petticoat
government, and given up to the care of his affectionate uncle and
tutor. His present allowance will most liberally suffice for his
expenses, board, lodging, and education while under my roof, and I shall
be able to exert a paternal, a pastoral influence over his studies,
his conduct, and his highest welfare, which I cannot so conveniently
exercise at Brighton, where I am but Miss Honeyman's stipendiary, and
where I often have to submit in cases where I know, for dearest Clive's
own welfare, it is I, and not my sister, should be paramount.

"I have given then to a friend, the Rev. Marcus Flather a draft for two
hundred and fifty pounds sterling, drawn upon you at your agent's in
Calcutta, which sum will go in liquidation of dear Clive's first year's
board with me, or, upon my word of honour as a gentleman and clergyman,
shall be paid back at three months after sight, if you will draw upon
me. As I never--no, were it my last penny in the world--would dishonour
your draft, I implore you, my dear Colonel, not to refuse mine. My
credit in this city, where credit is everything, and the awful future
so little thought of, my engagements to Mr. Flather, my own prospects
in life, and the comfort of my dear sister's declining years, all--all
depend upon t