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I wished to find out who this was, when my faithful friend wrote to the novelist and sent me his reply, which began, "My dear Primrose" his charmingly appropriate nick or pet name for Elwin, who was the very picture of the amiable vicar. It resulted in the gentleman allowing me to look at his journal. Letter from Elwin on the "unfortunate Dr. Dodd": Booton Rectory, Norwich, Oct. 31st, 1864.

No doubt all those fields belonged to the Squire, and those great trees too; they must be fine folk, quite as fine as Lady Elwin finer, for she lived in a house like those near the station. On both sides of the straight road there were tall hedges, and the nursemaids lay in the wide shadows on the rich summer grass, their perambulators at a little distance.

There had been a slight hemorrhage from the throat, too." "What! Tuberculous?" "I fear so. Fright would not produce hemorrhage in the case of a healthy subject, would it?" Dr. Cairn shook his head. He was obviously perplexed. "And Lord Lashmore?" he asked. "The marks were there again," replied Sir Elwin; "rather lower on the neck. But they were quite superficial.

"Never were letters so pleasant to me as yours," he wrote in 1865, "and it is sad to think that from months we are now getting on to years with barely a single letter." "My dear fellow," he wrote again, "with the ranks so thinning around us, should we not close up, come nearer to each other? None are so dear to us at home as Mrs. Elwin and yourself and all of you."

"He was two distinct men," wrote Elwin to John Murray the elder, in 1876, "and the one man quite dissimilar from the other. To see him in company I should not have recognised him for the friend with whom I was intimate in private. Then he was quiet, natural, unpretending, and most agreeable, and in the warmth and generosity of his friendship he had no superior.

"You come to consult me, Lord Lashmore, in my capacity of occultist rather than in that of physician?" "In both," replied Lord Lashmore; "distinctly, in both." "Sir Elwin Groves is attending you for certain throat wounds " Lord Lashmore touched the high stock which he was wearing. "The scars remain," he said. "Do you wish to see them?" "I am afraid I must trouble you."

Among his own dearest friends was one for whom he seemed to have an affection and admiration that might be called tender; his respect, too, for his opinions and attainments were strikingly unusual in one who thought so much of his own powers of judgment. This was the Rev. WHITWELL ELWIN, Rector of Booton, Norwich.

But legal formalities were in the way, and Elwin came to London instead. "He never," says Warwick Elwin, "wavered in his attachment to him. Sometimes he would be momentarily vexed at some fancied neglect, but the instant they met again it was all forgotten."

He is your man." I was bringing out a magnum opus, dedicated to Carlyle, Boswell's Life of Johnson, entailing a vast deal of trouble and research. The amiable Elwin, whom I consulted, entered into the project with a host of enthusiasm. He took the trouble of rummaging his note books, and continued to send me week by week many a useful communication, clearing up doubtful passages.

The paper is only twenty pages long, and, after a few lines of praise at the beginning and a line or two at the end, proceeds to give a summary of the facts. The truth was Elwin was too scrupulously conscientious a critic to stretch a point in such a matter. I could fancy that for one of his nice feeling it became an almost disagreeable duty.