I take the advantage of a currier, who is in the Bureau here, and is going over with despatches, just to tell you we are alive--if you know anybody as wants an agreeable Rusin-hurby, do recommend our house in M. P. I have no noose, but am your's unhalterably, L. D. RAMSBOTTOM. If you would like to see my dairy continued, I will send you some sheets, which you may print or not, as you choose. Write and say _we oo nong--wooley woo_? XII. HASTINGS. TO JOHN BULL. Eastey's Hotel, Common Garden, Oct., 1826. DEAR B.,--It will no doubt be a surprise to you to hear that we are back in London; we landed from a French batow at Hastings the day before yesterday, after a long stay upon the continent. We were very much impeded on landing by some sailors belonging to what I think is very properly called the Blockhead service, who would not let my daughters pass without looking all over them. Two men said they were the customs there, which I thought very odd--one of them told us he was Count Roller, but I did not believe him. My second daughter Amelrosa has at last got a swan of her own, to whom she is about to be united in the silken banns of Highman. I have but one objection--he is a French Mounsheer, and do what I can they talk so fast I cannot understand them: however, she _will_ have him, nolus bolus, as the man says; and when once her mind is made up, she is as resolute as the laws of the Maids and Parsons. Mr. Rogers, the banker, (I know you know him,) came over with us in the batow, and made many very odd remarks--one thing he said, at which every body laughed, I could not tell why. My French footer son-in-law asked him what the shore was called, which was close to Hastings. "Close to Hastings," said Mr. Rogers, "why, Jane Shore, I suppose." He is a very old-looking genus for a whig wag--Mr. Fulmer said he put him in mind of Confusion, the old Chinee philosopher, who was a Mandolin in them parts a year or two ago. Hastings is a beautiful place to my mind; there is a long parade close to the water, where you may see all the company bathing in the morning like so many dukes. At one end is the place for the ladies, and at the other you see all the gentlemen's machines a standing, which are very properly kept at a great distance from the female parts. The houses by the side of this are very nice, and reminded me very much of French houses, with shops under them, only there are no portes cochons. We met an old friend of ours at Hastings, who wanted us to stop a few days, but she was very conspicious, for she wore a black whale, by way of petticoat, and she and her two daughters was all painted both red and white in the morning, which had a very bad look; so we said we was engaged, and came on as fast as we could--for I was glad enough to get away from all the scurf and billies, which was a roaring upon the bitch.