To his two-year-old niece. A charming long letter. "My dearest little Eva. ... I hope you will write me a very pretty letter; and to do that well you must begin to learn your letters, and know all about big A and little a and big B and little b. I hope to write you another very pretty letter, prettier (if possible) than this is. ... And I have heard something about a doll, now living in a very large shop in London, and looking out of the window, with very pertty eyes, and hair of the latest fashion; and it would not surprise me, beyond my presence of mind, if that doll were to take a ticket by her Majesty's mail, and call upon you on the 8th day of january 1868, to wish you many happy returns of the day. ..." (see illustration).