I think I have now taken leave of old Ossian for this season, at all events; and as far as that goes, if I never see the briny dip again I shall not fret, for though it is a very good thing to breed fish in, I never want to be upon its billies any more. I hope to leave this after Amelrosa is married, which will be soon, I suppose, and the moment I do I will write again; meanwhile, if you like to drop in to a tête-à-tête of six, we shall always be glad to see you; and so believe me, dear B., yours very truly, DOROTHEA L. RAMSBOTTOM. P.S.--I have some notion of taking a country house near London, but am divided at present between Acteon and Corydon. XIII. MRS. RAMSBOTTOM ON THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. TO JOHN BULL. Montague Place, Russell Square, Feb. 1, 1827. DEAR B.,--You will be surprized at finding me back at the old house--but we have not been able to get rid of it, so we have resolved upon living in it till we can. My second daughter, which married Monsheer Delcroy, is _on saint_, which pleases him very much--he is quite a gentleman, and has travailed all over Europe, and has seen all our allies (which means the friendly Courts) upon the Continent--he knows Lord Burgos, which is one of the Henvoys of England, and was chosen to make overtures to some foreign king--I think it was a very good choice, if _I_ may judge; for I heard one of his overtures the other night at a consort in town, which was beautiful. My son-in-law also knows the Admirable Sir Sidney Smith, what made such a disturbance in Long Acre many years since, of which I cannot say I know the rights. I met your friend, Mr. Rogers, last week at a party, and he made what the French call a tambourine (I think)--there was a supper, and the lady of the house, whose husband is a See captain, had some of the veal on table which had been preserved in a pot, and carried out on a pole by Captain Parry in his last voyage to Ireland, and when Mr. Rogers heard what it was, he congratulated the lady that her husband was appointed to a ship, for, says he, "I see, ma'am, he has got the _Veal de Parry_!"--at which every body laughed--but I don't know why, because the _Veal de Parry_ is a French word, and means the Mephistopholis of France. My son-in-law (number one, as I call him) Fulmer, which married Lavy, is a Member of Parliament--he is put in by a great man, whose name I cannot mention; he tells us a good deal of what they do in the house--he says there are two sets on 'em in there, one is called the Eyes and the other the Nose--the Eyes is the government side, because they watch over the people; and the Nose is them as tries to smell out something wrong--Mr. Calcraft, Mr. Broom, and Mr. Denman, and them belongs to the Nose party.