Letter From Torquay

RESPECTED PATERNAL RELATIVE,—I write to make a request of the most
moderate nature. Every year I have cost you an enormous—nay,
elephantine—sum of money for drugs and physician’s fees, and the most
expensive time of the twelve months was March.
But this year the biting Oriental blasts, the howling tempests, and the
general ailments of the human race have been successfully braved by yours
truly.
Does not this deserve remuneration?
I appeal to your charity, I appeal to your generosity, I appeal to your
justice, I appeal to your accounts, I appeal, in fine, to your purse.
My sense of generosity forbids the receipt of more—my sense of justice
forbids the receipt of less—than half-a-crown.—Greeting from, Sir, your
most affectionate and needy son,
R. STEVENSON.

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