But, for all this, I would much rather be quietly walking with you; and the great use of going to these fine places is to learn how happy it is possible to be without them.

Indeed, I care so little for them that I certainly should not have gone to-day, but that I thought that I should be able to find materials for a letter which you might like.
Farewell.
T.B.MACAULAY.
To Hannah M.Macaulay.
London: June 3, 1831.
My dear Sister,--I cannot tell you how delighted I am to find that my letters amuse you.

But sometimes I must be dull like my neighbours.
I paid no visits yesterday, and have no news to relate to-day.

I am sitting again in Basinghall Street and Basil Montagu is haranguing about Lord Verulam, and the way of inoculating one's mind with truth; and all this a propos of a lying bankrupt's balance-sheet.

["Those who are acquainted with the Courts in which Mr.Montagu practises with so much ability and success, will know how often he enlivens the discussion of a point of law by citing some weighty aphorism, or some brilliant illustration, from the De Augmentis or the Novum Organum."-- Macaulay's Review of Basil Montagu's Edition of Bacon.] Send me some gossip, my love.