An artist of the name of Bedstead has a picture of two whole Snips, and also of two Jack Snips--which is meant for birds, but I never heard of sich afore. There is also Sir Roger de Coverlee and the Gypsums, and a picture of Lord Drum, (Lampton as was,) by Larrence, like as to phechurs, but not his compleckshun. I wish my Lord had sot to Turner, he would have done him betterer. Mr. Barraud has a pitcher of his own painting, which he calls the Study of an Ass--how funny!--and there is Miss Phillips of Drury-lane, with a long waste, and no more like her pretty face than I am like her--instead of Dawe after this pitcher they should have put Dawb. Mr. Landseer has got a picture of a dead oh dear, and there is a pitcher of Colonel Johnson, who is called the Cove of Mustcat. No. 241 is a pitcher of Zebuses and Quaggas, so like you cannot think; and another of the Bishop of Rochester--such a dandy--smirking and smooth faced, with a fancy wig--not a bit of the regelation cut about it--but no matter--he was only the Bishop of Soda the other day--Family made the Mann, and ratting made the Bishop. There is a french pitcher of crowning a dead body, and a gentleman what is a King, with white stays and a blue walking-stick, a watching on it; and there is a Mr. Luck, secretairer to the London Institution, which is either a piece of bad luck or a bad likeness. In the Antick Acadamme there are two pitchers which are worth looking at--one, _Baron Carl Ashating von Triggum_, and the other _Major Von de Roggery Sue Peppercorn_. I loves 'em for their names. Mr. Smith exhibits some specie of Cactus from natur, which of course I did not look at--and No. 576 is the portrait of a Colonel, so like a horse, that if you was not told it was a military officer you never would find it out. I cannot go all through the catlog--in the model-room, there is the head of a Rabbit, so like an old closeman that I never should have taken it for the little hannimal what hops about; and a buteful busk of Lady Elizabeth Gower, which was the only thing I saw I should like to have had--unless, indeed, it was the great Chanticleer which hangs in the top room, which the King gave the Acadammee; however, I should have staid longer, but a poor gentleman, a stout lustful man, slipped down the stares just as we was looking about, and broke his leg, so bad that we heard he suffered an imputation the same night--this quite shocked Lavy, who has a feline disposition, and can't bear to see any thing hurt--so we came home; but I shall go again, and perhaps rite you some more of my observashuns.--Yours ever, D. L. RAMSBOTTOM. XXIV. MRS. RAMSBOTTOM AT THE "CHISWICK FÊTE." TO JOHN BULL. July, 1829.