The Sun.
London, England, 1864-06-08 00:00:00

Letter of the Ron, Mrs, Yelverton.

The following is a portion of that letter of Mrs.
Yelverton's, which, in the House of Lords yester-
day, the Lord Chancellor characterised as one of
the most beautiful he had ever read

Miss LONG WORTH TO MAJOR YELVERTON.

MOIS DE MARIE, May 6.

Caro Carlo Mio,—You can only write'
at night.
Is that the reason you write so seldom ? I can
write to you any hour of the day or night, and do
not require either the silent night or the muse of
darkness to place me en rapport with
you. It is my
only pleasure now, and I labour under the delusion
peut-etre that it is one to you. Oh! I want you so
much to come. All nature is so lovely that it is a
sin not to rejoice with her in her smiling bright
new dress. The hills are white with daisy and the
valleys green with fresh moss—the trees are all
loaded with varied blossoms, and the air is heavy with
delicious odours—there is a south wind breathing
warmth and telling me of you—all the little birds
are chorusing iu joyous melody. Existence is perfect
bliss to them. Two of them are lovingly contem-
plating constructing a little settlement near my
window, and there they are chattering and con-
sulting about it all day long. Doubtless they have
no uncle to prohibit their future visions of happiness
in their little mud wall. I wish I were a bird to
be able to choose another bird, and then sit in a tree
and be sung to. The sea is as clear and bright as
a mirror, or one's first dream of love; and the por-
poises are splashing and rolling about in the very
height of enjoyment. They all go swimming toge-
ther, and do not condemn one to live solitary °Nen
in the loveliest sea grotto. The very insects go
dancing and sparkling in the sunshine. They seem
in a perfect ecstasy of delight, and never know
when to stop; their small humming makes an ac-
companiment to the rest of natures music. Beau-
tiful little flowers are clinging to and fraternising
with grim old stones; clear rippling water is
whispering the sweetest things to loving, listening
mossy banks. All things have found a sympathiser
but I alone ; soyou must come, and " we'll a-may.
y
in' go." Why should man alone he discordant ?
Why should ho not enjoy the lovely things of the
earth like all other created creatures ? Why should
he for ever toil and never reap the fruit ? The
Fates heard my lament on my solitude, and sent
mn a sympathiser.

TUE CASE OF A STOLEN WlLL.—Sentence was
given yesterday in the C,,urt of Probate by Sir J. P. Wilde
in the cause of Quick v. Quick. It will be remembered that
a convict at Portland, named Charles Kemble, stated that
he had destroyed the will of the testator, an attorney in
Eiy-place, while he was robbing his house, 7, Lawn. road,
Haverstock-hill. The learned judge said he had no doubt
that a will had been made as alleged, but he could find no
reason, either &cm principle or authority, to justify the re-
ception of evidence respecting the deceased's declaration as
to what his will contained. %\ hat he had stated about it was
mere hearsay, and could not be admitted. There was there-
fore nothing of which the Court could grant probate, Pro-
bate was refused with coats,