apprehension that the gouty matter might, by such a sudden shock, be repelled from the extremities and thrown upon some of the more vital parts of the machine. I should be very sorry to see this prognostic verified upon our facetious landlord, who told Mrs. Tabitha at parting, that he hoped she would remember him in the distribution of the bride’s favours, as he had taken so much pains to put the captain’s parts and mettle to the proof. After all, I am afraid our ’squire will appear to be the greatest sufferer by the baronet’s wit; for his constitution is by no means calculated for night-alarms. He has yawned and shivered all day, and gone to bed without supper; so that, as we have got into good quarters, I imagine we shall make a halt to-morrow; in which case, you will have at least one day’s respite from the persecution of

J. MELFORD.

To Mrs. Mary Fones, at Brambleton-hall.

DEAR MARY JONES,

MISS LIDDY is so good as to unclose me in a kiver as fur as Gloster, and the carrier will bring it to hand. God send us all safe to Monmouthshire, for I’m quite jaded with rambling. ’Tis a true saying, live and learn. O woman, what chuckling and changing have I seen! Well, there’s nothing sartain in this world. Who would have thought that mistriss, after all the pains taken for the good of her prusias sole, would go for to throw away her poor body? that she would cast the heys of infection upon such a carrying- crow as Lashmihago! as old as Matthewsullin, as dry as a red herring, and as pore as a starved veezel.

O, Molly! hadst thou seen him come down the ladder, in a shurt so scanty, that it could not kiver his nakedness! The young ’squire called him Dunquickset; but he looked for all the world like Cradoc-ap- Morgan, the ould tinker, that suffered at Aberdeen for steeling of kettle. Then he’s a profane scuffle, and, as Mr. Clinker says, no better than an impfiddle, continually playing upon the pyebill and the new- burth. I doubt he has as little manners as money; for he can’t say a civil word, much more make me a present of a pair of gloves for good-will; but he looks as if he wanted to be very forewood and familiar. O! that ever a gentlewoman of years and discretion should tare her air, and cry and disporridge herself for such a nubjack! as the song goes:

but, for sartain, he must have dealt with some Scotch musician to bring her to this pass. As for me, I put my trust in the Lord; and I have got a slice of witch elm sowed in the gathers of my under petticoat; and Mr. Clinker assures me, that by the new light of grease, I may deify the devil and all his works. But I nose what I nose. If mistress should take up with Lashmyhago, this is no sarvice for me. Thank God, there’s no want of places; and if it wasn’t for wan thing, I would— But, no matter. Madam Baynar’s woman had twenty good pounds a-year and parquisites; and dresses like a parson of distinkson. I dined with her and the valley de shambles, with bags and golden jackets; but there was nothing kimfittable to eat, being as how they live upon board, and having nothing but a piss of could cuddling tart and some blamangey, I was tuck with the cullick, and a murcy it was that mistriss had her viol of assings in the cox.

But, as I was saying, I think for sartain this match will go forewood; for things are come to a creesus; and I have seen with my own hays, such smuggling— But I scorn to for exclose the secrets of the family; and if it wance comes to marrying, who nose but the frolic may go round? I believes as how, Miss Liddy would have no reversion if her swan would appear; and you would be surprised, Molly, to receive a bride’s fever from your humble sarvant. But this is all suppository, dear girl; and I have sullenly promised to Mr. Clinker, that neither man, woman, nor child, shall no that arrow said a civil thing to me in the way of infection. I hopes to drink your health at Brambleton-hall, in a horn of October, before the month be out. Pray let my bed be turned once a-day, and the windore opened, while the weather is dry; and burn a few billets with some brush in the footman’s garret, and see their mattrash be dry as a bone; for both our gentlemen have got a sad could by lying in damp shits at sir Tummas Ballfart’s. No more at present, but my sarvice to Saul and the rest of our fellow-sarvents, being,