I am astonished at the reputation which is conceded to Follett2 (I have not yet met him, except in court). He is still a young man for England, —that is, perhaps, forty-five,—and is said to be in the receipt of an immense income, much larger than that of any other lawyer at the bar. I have heard Sir William Alexander and Mr. Justice Vaughan, who remembers Lord Mansfield, say that Follett reminds them of him; but, with all the praise accorded to him from judges, lawyers, and even from Sir Peter Laurie (ex-mayor), who thought him the greatest lawyer he ever knew, it does not seem to be thought that he has remarkable general talents or learning. They say he has ‘a genius for the law;’ but Hayward, of the ‘Law Magazine,’ says he is ‘a kind of law-mill; put in a brief, and there comes out an argument,’ without any particular exertion, study, or previous attainment. I have heard him several times. He is uniformly bland, courteous, and conversational in his style; and has never yet produced the impression of power upon me; in this last respect, very unlike Serjeant Wilde,—who is, however, harsh and unamiable. Wilde has an immense practice. The Solicitor-General is one of the kindest and most amiable of men, with a limited practice, and is a bachelor. The Attorney-General is able, but dry and uninteresting. I have been more pleased with his wife, than with any other lady I have met in England. You know she is the daughter of Lord Abinger, and is a peeress in her own right, by the title of Lady Stratheden.3 She is beautiful, intelligent, and courteous. The Attorney-General has