LONDON, February 27th, 28th, 1857.
—Mamma lies on a bed-couch during the day, and is getting on : such nice appetite. Such a debated point Baby's name : Duodecimus, or Octavius, though appropriate, have been rejected. Papa dares to think of Frederic. My abomination. Mamma talks of Grenville or Grey. I have been building on the hope of being his god¬mother more than I can express, but I hear that Aunt Emmy is to be. I suppose I shall not be confirmed in time, but it is such a dreadful disappointment.
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