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my present was in time. What
extraordinary falsehoods about me
seem to circulate in Glasgow. I
wonder who invents them. Here I
get enough newspaper notice, but
they mostly confine themselves to
facts and abuse. It seems my fate
to be a target for idle journalists.

I enclose 2 letters for William
which wandered here from Brasenose
and were opened by my clerk in
error. He ought to speak to the