MY DEAR B.,--I have taken a trumpery residence hear for the seeson for the health of my therd gull, which is frequently effected with a goose. I send you up a copy of the Gravesend Guide, which will explain all the booty of the place, and all its convenences; the passage in the steemboat is cheap and agreble, and we run up and down every two or three tims in the weak. Oh, B. B., I have got a krow to plock with you--I cannot make out what makes you such a stench Protestant; poor dear Mr. Ram never could bear Poppery, but I am afraid he was a biggoat at bottom, for the mounsheer which marred my second, tells me that it is a sweat religion, and that you can always get ablution for paying for it--which is very pleasant. I remember the riots of Hayti, when they burnt old Newgate and got to all the goals; they raised several houses to the groand, and burned Lord Mansfield's house in Bloomsbury-square, which was of brick and stone; what would they have done with his Willy up at Highgate, which is all made of Cane-wood; yet after all these I see he goes on in the Hose of Pears a speeking agin the Roming Catlicks just as if nothin had happened to him; he must be very antickated now I shoud think. You have heard, in course, that the new Pop is erected. Mounsheer tells me that Ginger was a very good Pop as ever was--he died notwithstanding his infallowbility--all Pops go off--and that's as it should be, for as they lives infallowbill so they infallowbelly dies. Mounsheer told me that it was thought that either Carnal Fetch or Carnal Comealongo would have been erected Pop, but that Charles Deece would have put his Feeto upon Fetch, so they have erected Castellioneye--they put poor Ginger after his deth into a cistern, with his holy toes a protruding out of a grating for the people to kiss. I should have liked to be in Room when the concave was held. Oh Mr. B. you very much mistake the Catlick Priesthood. All the stories you hear of the Carnals keeping columbines is entirely calomel--they nose better than to do such things as those--for my part, I hop to see the day when all extinction of religion is forgot, and we shall see all our halters occupied by Popish Priests. What does Mr. More, the allmyknack maker, say on this toepick-- "Shall I ask the brave soger what fites by my side, In the kaws of mankind if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have vallied and tried, If he kneel not afore the same halter with me? From the hairytick gull of my sole shall I fly, To seek somewhere's else a more authordox kiss? No--perish the harts and the laws as try, Truth, walour, and love, by a standurd like this."