poetry. I read three books of the "Paradise Lost" to Mr Box, but he not hear me no more--he pronounce me perfect. After one such compliment, it would be almost the same as ask you for another, if I shall make apology in case I have not find the correct ideotism of your language in this letter; so I shall not make none at all--only throw myself at your mercy, like a great critic. But, never mind--we shall see. If you take this letter as it ought, I shall not promise if I would not write you one other some time. I conclude in presenting at you my compliments very respectful. I am sorry for your gout and crutchedness, and hope you shall miss them in the spring. I have the honour of subscribe myself, SIR, Your very humble and much obedient Servant, LOUIS LE CHEMINANT. _P.S._--Ha, ha!--It is very droll!--I tell my valet, we go at Leicestershire for the hunting fox.--Very well.--So soon as I finish this letter, he come and demand what I shall leave behind in orders for some presents, to give what people will come at my lodgments for Christmas _Boxes_. PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS, EDINBURGH. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters' errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the authors' words and intent.