I had arrived at the conclusion that he did, that I was too old. My daughter Laura was recently in Wellington, and she has chosen a lady for me to propose to. I will try my fate there, whenever you may require my presence in Wellington, but it is too much in the ''Buzzum of fate'' for me to ask leave to especially run after a remote chance. Yours ever truly, Chas. Brown. P.S. Parris keeps chatting, and I make mistakes.