I have had a letter from Charlotte Smith. She is writing more volumes of The Solitary Wanderer for immediate subsistence. This work I have not seen, but it is well spoken of. She is a woman full of sorrows, and I fear her misfortunes are scarcely to be mitigated. One of her daughters made an imprudent marriage; the man, after behaving extremely ill and tormenting the family, died lately of a fever; the widow has come to her mother, not worth a shilling, and with the addition of three young children. These are pitiable cases, and the more so where there is the genius and sensibility of Charlotte Smith.