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

Letter of the Hon, 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 bad ever read :
MISS LONG WORTH TO MAJOR YELVERTON.
MOIS DE MARIE, Nay 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
n
sin not to rejoice with her in her smiling bright
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 in 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 eren
in the loveliest sea grotto. The very insects go
dancing and sparkling in the sunshine. They seem
in a perfect ecstacy of delight, and never know
when to stop; their small humming makes an as.
companiment to the rest of nature's 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; so you must come; and " we'll a-may.
ing go." Why should man alone be discordant ?
Why should he not enjoy the lovely things of the
earth like all other created creatures ? Why should
the fruit ? The
Fateslae f r
heevaerrd toilm y alna dm
ennetv eorn reap
my solitude, and sent
me a sympathiser.

THE CASE .OF A STOLEN WILL.—Sev ter ce was
given yesterday in the Court 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 Kenable, stated that
he had destroyed the will of the testator, an attorney in
Ely-place, while he was robbing his house, 7, Lawn. road,
Ilacerstock-hill. The learned judge said he had no doubt
that a will had been made as alleged, but he could find no
reason, either from principle or authority, to justify the re-
ception of evidence respecting the deceased's declaration as
to what his will contained. W 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 probaie. Flo-
bate was refused with costs,