This question once put t'would surprise you dear mother, How they answer'd at once each more loud than the other, "There's not one of them all that my fancy so takes" "Cried a lady in black" "as my good Doctor Jaques," Says the next "Mr. Richardson's wonderful clever, Tho' so busy dear heart there's no catching him ever," Cries a third "if you really want medical skill, Mr. Wormald will cure you if any man will," "And I know" "said a fourth" "that whatever may ail ye, "You're sure of relief if you see Doctor Cayley." Afraid of offending each charming adviser, By a pref'rence that said "ma'am your neighbour is wiser," I obey'd the loud mandate of Gen'ral O'Flurry, And this morning consulted with one Doctor Murray Who sans ruffles, sans wig, and sans avis supercilious, Has pronounc'd on my case and declares I am bilious, In my next dearest mother some news I will tell, Of these wonderful waters when drank at the well So wishing you ne'er may have need of such liquor Conclude me yours truly--with love to the vicar. &c. &c. &c. [Footnote 1: Simkin Bl--nd--rh----d Esq. Author of the New Bath Guide.] LETTER II. _Low Harrogate, July 24th._ Oh! how my dear mother shall pen, ink, and paper Convey to your mind a true sense of the vapour, Which hov'ring around this new Acheron serves, To torture and wound your olfactory nerves, And gives you presentiment piercing and strong, Of its pungent effects when receiv'd on the tongue.