‘_Nov. 16, 1881._-- ... Last Sunday was my sixth _Indian_ birthday; it fell on a Sunday, like my natural one. In 1880 I felt joyous on my Indian birthday. Somehow or other I had quite a different sensation this year. I felt so dissatisfied with myself,--my work seemed all sowing, and never reaping! Oh, what a false impression the ---- gives of me! And Miss ---- never published my refutation.... Do you remember the noble lines in “Camoens”--