HENRY S. LEIGH.

A short note I printed in “Tinsley's Journal” about Henry S. Leigh did not please my old friend James, better known as “Jimmy,” Hitchman, and drew from him the following interesting facts about our mutual friend, the noted Strand Bohemian. I need hardly say that Hitchman wished me to print the matter, and I more than willingly do so:—

My dear Tinsley—Your interesting little note about my lamented friend, Harry Leigh, is—pardon me for saying it—so imperfect, and so taken up with one side only of his many-sided character, that it grieves me, and will, I am sure, unless supplemented in some way, be a source of regret to his multitude of friends. Wherefore I venture to send you a few notes concerning him, which you are welcome to use in any way you please, and which, if they do not interest your readers, may at least have some value for yourself individually.

I believe that I was at the time of Leigh's death the oldest friend he had in the world. Our acquaintance began in the autumn of 1853, and continued, with only those interruptions which were inseparable from our different manner of life, unbroken and unchanged from the first. I was “Jimmy” in his mouth, and he “Harry” in mine, from first to last.