Only think of the Argand Rooms being burned down, and the English Uproar House in the Strand--I hope this last will be bult up agin, for I think English talons should be encurridged, and I do love our native wobblers, they are so much more tuching than the Hightalians--as for the French hactors, Potter and Clup and those, they are very funey in their whey, but not to compare with our hone Thisbeans in Common Garden or Dreary Lane. Oh, Law! what do you think of Lady Edinborough? is not her's a curous tail, to think of leaving such a handsome man as her husband for a foraying prince? I suppose my Lord will get marred again, to keep the title in the right line--he has no hair apparent now, I believe. I can add no moor at present, for the Physicking is come; and as I must give him his phee, I may as well insult him, and get all I can out of him, for now that Jacinta is better, I pomps him for the noose off the Bo mond, which these Dogturs know more off than most peepil. I will wright soon agen, and give you a hysterical account of all our proceeduns. Adoo, chair B., Yours, D. RAMSBOTTOM. XXVII. MRS. RAMSBOTTOM'S OPINIONS ON PUBLIC EVENTS. TO JOHN BULL. Kaduggan Place, Sloane Street, Nov. 20, 1830. DEAR B.,--Here we are, once more in the capitol--Fulmer has hops in the Wigs to give him a plaice--he has been a fishing a long time, and has cocht nothing yet; and I fear now they _have_ got in, the old tale of more pigs than tits will be new revived. What do you think of Hairy Broom as Chancesellor?--Lord Crows-nest on the Wulsack--or a half-pay Captun (brevet Lefttenant Kernel) as Master of the Ordinance--or my friend Lord Drum, the coal-merchant, as Lord Privy; not to speak of Nero Denman as Attorny-General, or Newark Wilde as Solissiter--Why is all this?--Just because a parsel of lazy fellers did not like to go out in a wet night to vote for the Civil List--I'm sure the names of them as did not go to support the King, should be published, and called the _uncivil_ list, as a disttinkshun. Well, never was I more surprized. Here, says I, after the Revelation in France is ended, after settling the affairs of the Ditch and the Belchians, to think of a two do in London. Poor Charles Deece is almost forgotten. It is true his fort was firing his ordnance among the people, and my French sun-in-law cries "_Baa les Tyriens_" whenever we spike of him. He says, says he, "I don't mean nobody in party-colour, but (he rot this bit himself) _Qui capit ille facit_," to which my other sun-in-law, Fulmer, says, "that Charles Deece might have overcome the danger, but that he was the _Capet_ who would not _face it_."