L.S.--What do you think of poor Mam Hood, the Great Signior of the Turkies--he is humbled--and to an Irish usurper; for so I conclood Nicholas the Autograph of the Rushes to be, seeing that his name of Nick is only a nick name, and that he calls himself Paddy Shaw--surely he ought to know beast. L.S. (2)--I comb to town with an Aikin art; the wotchmen are beat off their beats, and we shall never see their lantarns nor heer their "agreable rattles," as the play-book says, henny more. I wish Muster Peel had not ordered his new blue pelisse till the Spring, for in the dark nights, when the Fox of Lunnun is in the streets, I do love to lisson to the our a bean cried, while we are all coucheying in our lees. Adoo, wunsmore. * * * * * We submit this letter as we have received it; and our readers will, like ourselves, gather from it, that our esteemed correspondent, like other great ladies, has resolved to appear in print. We have since ascertained that the work will appear shortly, in one volume, with the promised notes and illustrations. XXVI. A PECK OF TROUBLES. TO JOHN BULL. March, 1830. DEAR B.,--It is a long while since I wrote to you, but I have been in a pick of trubbles about my famlie. Lavv's youngest has been vascillated, and the various matter did not take a feckt--so that she tuck the small pock natrally, and I fear will be very much pitied when she comes to grow up--however, I must right you a short letter. You remember my lemontations about the removal of the Wochmen--I have quite changed my mind, and am all for the new blue Pelesse. More specially since what I see they are going to do, to keep them always ready to put out fires--they rehearsed their revolutions one day last week, and, according to the noosepapers, beat Mounsheer Shabby out and out--but they does it by wearing Ass-beastos jackets,--by which means they minds fires no more than that young woman we read of, who lived a hundred years in a Fir-nest--I mean Sally Mander. What a nice man Mr. Main must be, who is one of the heads of the Pelisse, to take such care to distinguish the fires--I have often seen his name up agin the walls, and never knew what it meant, with F. P. before it--where it says "Westminster _Main_--always charged." I am sure we hoe a grate deal to Mr. Peal--Sir Richard Burney never put out no fires that I ever heard of, nor any body, except the Fire Indians, who do it with a wetness to it. My poor grand-child has been so bad, that I have not been able to see our new Moll Pomona at Common Garden, but I hear she overflows the house with people and with tiers--I could not stir out and leave little Jacinta, she has had nothing to eat or drink for these three weeks, but some tappyochre and a glass of white wine delighted with water.