on Monday last are so good that we used them three years ago. Yours faithfully,
To Mr. D'Oyley Carte, Cross Stone Buildings, Westminster Bridge Road.
Dear Sir:—The comic opera by your friends Messrs. Gilbert and Sullivan, which you have submitted to me, as sole lessee and manager of the Savoy Theatre, is now returned to you unread. The little piece, judged from its title-page, is bright and pleasing, but I have arranged with two other gentlemen to write my operas for the next twenty-one years.
Faithfully yours,
J. Moggridge,
To Mr. James Ruskin, Esq. Railway Station Hotel, Willesden.
Sir:—I warn you that I will not accept any more copies of your books. I do not know the individual named Tennyson to whom you refer; but if he is the scribbler who is perpetually sending me copies of his verses, please tell him that I read no poetry except my own. Why can't you leave me alone? J. Moggridge, Poet Laureate.
These letters of Jimmy's remind me of our famous competition, which took place on the night
