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Lincolns Inn
25 January 1832
My dear Brockedon
I fear you will think I have
forgotten you and yours, and that my silence and delay are symptoms
that I do not well appreciate your flattering request that I
would give you an opportunity of sketching my Phiz to be deposited
in the Album you call little Phillips book of his father's friends.
I need not tell you how lawyers are wedded to their books and
papers and you must pardon my apparent indifference on the score
of professional imprisonment. If preeminence for Talent or acquirements
in science constituted the only title for admission among the
distinguished individuals with whose portraits my own, through
your kind proposal, is destined to be associated, I should prudently
hide my diminished head, warned by the fable of the bird and
its borrowed plumage, but as kindly
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