invited me to meet him at Edinburgh, when he goes down to present himself to his constituents. This morning, Lord Bexley1 was kind enough to invite me to ‘Foot's Cray,’ his country seat. Many invitations of this kind I already have; one from Lord Leicester (old Coke), which I cannot neglect; also from Lord Fitzwilliam, Sir Henry Halford, Mr. Justice Vaughan, Lord Wharncliffe; and besides, from my friend Brown in Scotland, Mr. Marshall at the Lakes, Lord Morpeth in Ireland; and this moment, while I write, I have received a note from the greatest of wits, Sydney Smith,2 who says, ‘If your rambles lead you to the West of England, come and see me at Combe Florey, Taunton, Somersetshire.’ Thus you see that there is ample store of means for passing an interesting two months, when you consider that I shall take the circuits, with all these. Mr. Justice Littledale3 is a good old man, simple and kind, but without any particular sagacity. Patteson, who appears to stand next after Baron Parke in point of judicial reputation, is still young,4—that is, near fifty; he is about as deaf as Mr. Ashmun was, and yet Lord Denman says that he would not spare him for a good deal. Patteson was much annoyed by the report some time ago of his intended resignation.
Travellers', Sunday, July 15.Have I told you the character of Mr. Justice Vaughan?5 He is now seventy, and is considerably lame from an accident; and is troubled with rheumatism, possibly with gout. Otherwise he is in a green old age; is tall and stout; in his manners, plain, hearty, and cordial; on the bench bland, dignified, and yet familiar,—exchanging a joke or pleasantry with the bar on all proper occasions; in book-learning less eminent than for