Here there is another ole, and I think it must be a herror of the arthurs, because "cold meat and dripping" is nonsense; however, no matter, we got over, and _there_, if you'll believe me, was a matter of a kipple of thousand humane creturs, just like pigs with their noses in the troffs, agin the wall, a heating and a heating, and a grunting and a grumbling, over their uncles in gravelly mud. I heard one man ask for a kennel of chicken, and another wanted a blanket of veel; but the master cock pot his head out of a French marqui, and said there warnt nothing shew (which, as you know, means hot, in the language of the Galls); so I squeedged out three young youths and two gulls which was a making themselves sick with eating isis, and made rheum for myself, and sot too to make up my jennys worth; but if you'll believe me, dear B. (I didn't care for the muck I was a standing in, for I had a cork soul,) but presently I felt drip, drip, drip, something a dripping into my neck behind, which I was so ot a crossing the grace plot I didn't feel at first, but which was the rein a coming through the callyko top of the yawning; and what was uncommon surprising to me, although the clouts above were so black, yet the rein which fell, cum down quite blue. I had a glass of Bucephalus, three big glasses of celery Shimpain (which shews the advantage of the garden, for it was just as good as any made from grapes) and a small glass of O. D. V., which the master cock in his white nite cap sent out to me. Fulmer called the people who got under cover, the _con-tents_, and them as could not, the _non con-tents_. But if you had seen the way in which the genteelmen run about to fetch vitals for the ladies--it was quite charming. "I want a wing for a lady," says one--"I want a couple of legs for my ant, who can't walk," says another--"A thick slice of beef for Miss Angelina," and so on. Oh! it was quite delightful, only I don't think so double refined as I expected for a jenny. Fulmer says, in a verse about the company-- "There were the Thompsons, the Greens, and the Nevensons, Two Miss Barkers, and twelve Mr. Smiths; Three Miss Wilsons, Miss White, and the Stephensons, Pretty Miss Hawkins, and four of the Friths, The Walkers and Bartons, The Simpsons and Martins, The Stubbs's and Parton's, And old Mrs. Tate. With Hopkins and Higgins, And thin Mrs. Figgins, And fat Mr. Wiggins, The Elite of the _Fete_."