Ever, my dearest Victoria, your devoted Uncle, LEOPOLD R.
[Pageheading: A MISSING LETTER] _Queen Victoria to the King of the Belgians._ WINDSOR CASTLE, _17th December 1839._ MY DEAR UNCLE,--Many thanks for your two most kind letters.

I suppose I _may_ send for Aunt Charlotte's bust, for which I am most grateful--and say I have your authority to do so?
You are very kind to think about my stupid health; I don't think I _ever_, at least not for _very_ long, have _walked_ so regularly as I have done this last month--out in fog, and mist, and wind, and cold.

But I cannot be otherwise than agitated; getting _no_ letter makes me ill, and _getting_ them excites me....
I have much to write, and therefore cannot make this a long letter, but _one_ thing more I must mention.

The very day of the Declaration in Council, on the 23rd ult., I sent off a letter to Albert, by Van de Weyer, saying it was to be forwarded _sans delai_ to Coburg; now, Albert _never_ has received that letter, which was a long one, and thanks me for two, of the 26th and 29th.

This vexes me much, and I can't help thinking the letter is lying either at Wiesbaden or Brussels.