The Bill sent in says Nine Numbers, Eight only have been received, the Ninth mentioned in your letter as being delivered November the First, since my return to Town, has, through some mistake, never come to hand. I also possess a receipt from you for £2. 2. 0, and as I hope you call me a tradesman and poor, you will make out a fresh Bill, and that we shall verify the old proverb of Short Reckonings make Long Friends. I remain sincerely yours, THO^S ROWLANDSON. FOOTNOTE: [4] 'My Lord Loggerhead spells physician with an F, hem! hem!'--Doctor Pangloss, _Heir at Law_. 1805. _February 3, 1805._ _Quarterly Duns, or Clamorous Tax-gatherers._ Published by Howitt, 73 Wardour Street, Soho.--Taxation in 1805 raised a great deal of bad feeling; the satirists treated the increased imposts, and the methods of collecting them, from their point of view, and made the public smile at ills to which perforce they were compelled to submit. The house of a quack practitioner in 'Rotten Row,' one Dr. Humbug, at the sign of the Golden Pestle of Hippocrates, who advertises 'advice gratis' on his front door, is the scene of a general muster of the inquisitors and collectors of taxes. _Window Tax_, _Income_, _Property_, _House_, _Servants_, _Horses_, _Dogs_, _&c._, are among the requisitions to be levied. _The Budget opened, or how to raise the wind for the year 1805_ explains these visitations. The quack and his wife are declining to admit their duns; they are surveying the besieging party from an upper window, and the _goodwill_ of their house is, according to a placard, _to be disposed of_. The prospect of 'Houses to Let' and of windows 'Blocked up' shows that taxation was pressing with over-severity, and had, in reality, been carried beyond a joke. _February 25, 1805._ _The Famous Coal Heaver, Black Charley, looking into the Mouth of the Wonderful Coal Pit._ Published by Ackermann. Described by an English Yeoman. (Here follows a long description turning on 'the fundamental deficiency.')--Fox, in blue and buff, on his hands and knees, is staring with a look of astonishment into the mouth of a large head of Pitt, beside which flourishes a Scotch thistle (for Dundas), and around is a thicket of _scrubs_, which are interlaced over a bench, with T.B. (Treasury Bench) cut on it.