s friends, the said J.C.
Hobhouse, S.B. Davies, and Francis Hodgson, their executors, &c., to be
equally divided between them for their own use;--and he bequeathed his
wine and spirituous liquors, which should be in the cellars and premises
at Newstead, unto his friend, the said J. Becher, for his own use, and
requested the said J.C. Hobhouse, S.B. Davies, F. Hodgson, and J.
Becher, respectively, to accept the bequest therein contained, to them
respectively, as a token of his friendship."

The following letters, written while his late losses were fresh in his
mind, will be read with painful interest:--

LETTER 59. TO MR. DALLAS.

"Newstead Abbey, Notts., August 12. 1811.

"Peace be with the dead! Regret cannot wake them. With a sigh to
the departed, let us resume the dull business of life, in the
certainty that we also shall have our repose. Besides her who gave
me being, I have lost more than one who made that being
tolerable--The best friend of my friend Hobhouse, Matthews, a man
of the first talents, and also not the worst of my narrow circle,
has perished miserably in the muddy waves of the Cam, always fatal
to genius:--my poor school-fellow, Wingfield, at Coimbra--within a
month; and whilst I had heard from _all three_, but not seen _one_.
Matthews wrote to me the very day before his death; and though I
feel for his fate, I am still more anxious for Hobhouse, who, I
very much fear, will hardly retain his senses: his letters to me
since the event have been most incoherent. But let this pass; we
shall all one day pass along with the rest--the world is too full
of such things, and our very sorrow is selfish.

"I received a letter from you, which my late occupations prevented
me from duly noticing.--I hope your friends and family will long
hold together. I shall be glad to hear from you, on business, on
common-place, or any thing, or nothing--but death--I am already too
familiar with the dead. It is strange that I look on the skulls
which stand beside me (I have always had _four_ in my study)
without emotion, but I cannot strip the features of those I have
known of their fleshy covering, even in idea, without a hideous
sensation; but the worms are less ceremonious.--Surely, the Romans
did well when they burned the dead.--I shall be happy to hear from
you, and am yours," &c.