My room is a delightful snug little chamber, which nobody can enter, as there is a trick about opening the door.

I sit like a king, with my writing-desk before me; for, (would you believe it ?) there is a writing-desk in my chest of drawers; my books on one side, my box of papers on the other, with my arm-chair and my candle; for every boy has a candlestick, snuffers, and extinguisher of his own.

Being pressed for room, I will conclude what I have to say to-morrow, and ever remain, Your affectionate son, THOMAS B.MACAULAY.
The youth who on this occasion gave proof of his parentage by his readiness and humour was Wilberforce's eldest son.

A fortnight later on, the subject chosen for discussion was "whether Lord Wellington or Marlborough was the greatest general.

A very warm debate is expected." Shelford: April 20, 1813.
My dear Mama,--Pursuant to my promise I resume my pen to write to you with the greatest pleasure.