Macaulay, however, had had enough of the Bible Society at Clapham, and sturdily refused to come forward as its champion at Llanrwst.
Llanrwst: July--, 1821.
My dear Mother,--You see I know not how to date my letter.

My calendar in this sequestered spot is as irregular as Robinson Crusoe's after he had missed one day in his calculation.

I have no intelligence to send you, unless a battle between a drunken attorney and an impudent publican which took place here yesterday may deserve the appellation.

You may perhaps be more interested to hear that I sprained my foot, and am just recovering from the effects of the accident by means of opodeldoc which I bought at the tinker's.

For all trades and professions here lie in a most delightful confusion.