My Mr. Ramsbottom's family, although very good, is not connected with that of the Hempee for Winsor, which family is eyely respectable in their whey, and quite sillybratted for bruin the bear, wich is so patternized in the neighbrood. Mr. Fulmer says, my dear Mr. Ram is quite a different ramification, but he thinks if you would just reckumend us to the Biblepole (I think he calls Mr. Goulburn) he could make three volums out of my letters, what letters I have received, his own notes, and all the notes the gals has got by way of orthographs, and a dairy, which my dear Mr. Ram kept till the day before he did. I took my two eldest unmarried, the other day, to Mr. Devil's in the Strand, to be felt--they call him Mr. De Feel, but he spells it Deville, and calls _himself_ Mr. De Huile--he is a Hoyl-man and a great proffessor of what is called _Free-knowledgey_[17]--he shewed us the head of Sterne, which wrote many books, and also that of Sir Eyes-ache Newton, the great astrologer--he says I have the largest number one he ever saw, and when I cum away he sneered, and bid me take care of number one, as if everybody didn't do that without _his_ telling.--He wanted to put a plaster on my head, and smear my face with some of his lampile, and stick squills up my nose, and take what he called a cast of my Hosfrontis--but I would not have none of his manoovers with me, and I was very well pleased when I found myself out of the shop. Only think, Mr. B., of Lord Angelseye coming home--he is left tenant of the castle no longer. Mr. Fulmer says he is like a hair which gives up doubling when it takes to turning. I am quite sorry to think what a state he must be in. Miss Biffin, or Billy Bowldish, the corpulent gentleman who used to bump himself along the streets in a band-box, an't nothing to compare with him. His Lordship told the people of Ireland that he had left his _heart_ with _them_. Fulmer says, before he said _that_, he must have lost his _head_, and I seed one of his _legs_ buried at Whataloo--of course, after that, the only thing left for him was to pack up his _trunk_, and come home; but pollyticks I seldom tuches, only I _does_ like plain dealing. Will you please to let me here from you, for you are a sad idol corryspondent--you promises to rite, and never dus, which is very disapinting. However, you must rite to give us leaf to print the Ramsbottom Papers, which has been redressed to you--give me your opinion about the minotaur and the muzzleum, and believe me, dear B., Your's, truly and sincere, LAVINIA D. RAMSBOTTOM. All our curcle join in kind regards--we have all got colds, and guittars, and quinces, and roomatez--but we can expectorate nothing less this cold wether. XXII. MRS. RAMSBOTTOM'S OPINIONS ON POPERY. TO JOHN BULL. Gravesend, April 2, 1829.