Order of the Ct of Chy, a Ward of the Ct in this cause, for

whom he wishes to secure an elgble compn, directs us to

inform you that he will be glad of your serces in the afsd

capacity.

We have arrngd for your being forded, carriage free, pr eight

o’clock coach from Reading, on Monday morning next, to

White Horse Cellar, Piccadilly, London, where one of our clks

will be in waiting to convey you to our offe as above.

We are, Madam, Your obedt Servts,

Kenge and Carboy

Miss Esther Summerson

Oh, never, never, never shall I forget the emotion this letter caused in

the house! It was so tender in them to care so much for me, it was so

gracious in that father who had not forgotten me to have made my

orphan way so smooth and easy and to have inclined so many youthful

natures towards me, that I could hardly bear it. Not that I would have

had them less sorry—I am afraid not; but the pleasure of it, and the pain

of it, and the pride and joy of it, and the humble regret of it were so

blended that my heart seemed almost breaking while it was full of

rapture.

The letter gave me only five days’ notice of my removal. When every

minute added to the proofs of love and kindness that were given me in

those five days, and when at last the morning came and when they took

me through all the rooms that I might see them for the last time, and

when some cried, Esther, dear, say good-bye to me here at my bedside, ‟

where you first spoke so kindly to me!” and when others asked me only

to write their names, With Esther’s love,” and when they all surrounded ‟

me with their parting presents and clung to me weeping and cried,

‟What shall we do when dear, dear Esther’s gone!” and when I tried to

tell them how forbearing and how good they had all been to me and howwhom he wishes to secure an elgble compn, directs us to

inform you that he will be glad of your serces in the afsd

capacity.

We have arrngd for your being forded, carriage free, pr eight

o’clock coach from Reading, on Monday morning next, to

White Horse Cellar, Piccadilly, London, where one of our clks

will be in waiting to convey you to our offe as above.

We are, Madam, Your obedt Servts,

Kenge and Carboy

Miss Esther Summerson

Oh, never, never, never shall I forget the emotion this letter caused in

the house! It was so tender in them to care so much for me, it was so

gracious in that father who had not forgotten me to have made my

orphan way so smooth and easy and to have inclined so many youthful

natures towards me, that I could hardly bear it. Not that I would have

had them less sorry—I am afraid not; but the pleasure of it, and the pain

of it, and the pride and joy of it, and the humble regret of it were so

blended that my heart seemed almost breaking while it was full of

rapture.

The letter gave me only five days’ notice of my removal. When every

minute added to the proofs of love and kindness that were given me in

those five days, and when at last the morning came and when they took

me through all the rooms that I might see them for the last time, and

when some cried, Esther, dear, say good-bye to me here at my bedside, ‟

where you first spoke so kindly to me!” and when others asked me only

to write their names, With Esther’s love,” and when they all surrounded ‟

me with their parting presents and clung to me weeping and cried,

‟What shall we do when dear, dear Esther’s gone!” and when I tried to

tell them how forbearing and how good they had all been to me and how