HAGLEY, August 26th, 1854.
—Lovely. We played cricket with the boys in the morning, read on the lawn, and walked with Aunt Coque in the afternoon. The little pigs grow and prosper. Uncle B. came home : they had the moneyums and the deadums all the evening. Poor old Sultana is shot, and buried near the iron gate leading to Ashmore's.
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