Chapter XXXI: Letter XXIV: Washington,

_Sir_,--Yours of the ---- came duly to hand. I cannot send you what you wish. The fact is, I have been so pestered with applications for my autograph, that I have made a resolution to grant one in no case whatsoever.

Yours, &c.

JOSEPH Z. MILLER, ESQ.

The writing of the orator is bold, dashing, and chivalrous--the few words addressed to Mr. Miller occupying a full page. The lines are at unequal distances, and run diagonally across the letter. Each sentence is terminated by a long dash--black and heavy. Such an epistle might write the Grand Mogul. The paper is what the English call silver paper--very beautiful and wafered.