You should either have shot this Blewitt or paid him.

Now, as the matter stands, it is too late to do the former; and, perhaps, it would be Quixotic to perform the latter.
My dearest boy! recollect through life that YOU NEVER CAN AFFORD TO BE DISHONEST WITH A ROQUE.

Four thousand seven hundred pounds was a great coup, to be sure.
"As you are now in such high feather, can you, dearest Algernon! lend me five hundred pounds?
Upon my soul and honor, I will repay you.

Your brothers and sisters send you their love.

I need not add, that you have always the blessings of your affectionate father, "CRABS." "P.S .-- Make it 500, and I will give you my note-of-hand for a thousand.".