The reasons I insert these letters are, 1st, because Lord Carnarvon, being the great-grandson of Lady Acland, they are worthy of all respect in a work of this kind; and 2d, as they not only correct grave errors which have crept into all the histories of this period, but show the lovely character of LadyAcland.

PIXTON PARK, DULVERTON
December 12, 1879

MY DEAR SIR

I have received and am very much obliged for your very interesting article on Lady H. Acland. She was a lady deserving, I fully believe, of all the praise you have bestowed upon her, and of as high gifts of mind as she was graceful and charming in person and manner. There is at Killerton a very striking portrait of her by Sir Joshua Reynolds, of which I have the copy here.*

(*Lord Carnarvon subsequently sent me a photograph of the portrait of Lady Acland by Reynolds here mentioned in the possession of Sir Thos. Acland of Killerton Park and which has been used in the alto relievo in one of the bronze tablets which adorn the interior of the Saratoga Monument. Lord Carnarvon died in 1890 universally lamented. The Queen, the Prince of Wales and the nobility, as well as all classes, joined in paying loving tributes to his memory. )

It is, however, remarkable that in this place where she lived so much and where, I believe, she died, there is little remaining to preserve her memory. I am now engaged, as I can find time for it, in looking over old family correspondence; and if I can find any of her letters which would be of interest to you, I will not fail to send to you. It is singular that I have not at present any one letter that I could offer for your acceptance.

I cannot conclude without adding how much the generous letters of Gen. Burgoyne and Gen. Gates add to the interest of the narrative which you have so gracefully put together. I shall very much value the gift which you have been good enough to make me, and I remain, Sir,

Your obt. servt.,
CARNARVON

BERKLEY SQUARE, LONDON
November 26, 1883

W. L. Slone, Esq.

MY DEAR SIR.-I am much obliged to you for your letter and the volume on Gen. Burgoyne's Campaign which you have been good enough to send me. It is to me particularly interesting where it touches upon the history of Lady Harriet Acland.

In the event of a future edition, I would beg your attention particularly to three points which call for correction :

1st, that after Col. Acland's death, Lady Acland was out of her mind for two years;

2d, that she married Mr. Brudenell;

3d, that Col. Acland met his death in the duel, not by any wound from his adversary, but from a slip which threw his head against a stone and killed him.

These three statements I believe to be absolutely without any foundation, and I am at a loss to understand how the myth arose. I know that I may trust to your kindness, as far as lies in your power, to correct the error.

I am very sorry not to have received your letter when I was in America. Pray believe me that it would have given me very much pleasure to have seen and talked with you. It will give me very great pleasure to procure for you a photograph of Lady Harriet Acland which I have, and believe me,

Yours very faithfully,
CARNARVON

PIXTON PARK, DULVERTON
9 April, 1885

MY DEAR MR. STONE.

You asked me some time since for an autograph of Lady H. Acland. I could not then find one that I cared to send you ; but I have since come upon a volume with her name in it, which I send you with this letter.

I do not have it bound as I think you will prefer to have it exactly as she left, it, in its old fashioned boards and with the leaves doubtless cut by her own hand. The subject of the book is characteristic of her [the title was "Lectures on the Gospel of St. Matthew," by Rev. Dr. Porteus, the favorite bishop of London of George IV], for she was a very religious person and devoted much of her time to the religious literature of the day.

It will give me very great pleasure if you will accept this little recollection of one whom I honor so much and whose memory it rejoices me to think is cherished on the other side of the Atlantic.

Believe me, my dear sir,
Yours very faithfully,
CARNARVON