Fulmer has sent a long pistol to the Primer to ask for something; but he says of course the _Greys_ will be beset by the _Duns_, and that all the hungry ones can't expect to be felled at once; besides, he doesn't expect this set to last. I'm sure such a parcel of things never was put into a Cabinet before, except to be looked at, as curosittes. We was a rustycatting at Warmer, near Deel, on Lord Mayor's Day, but the weather has grown so much colder, I was glad to git away from old Ossian; they was all on the _Key_ weave, in the City, that day. Sir Clod is a great genus, and always was--he was much above his calling when he was a Hatturney--he was made to ride on a wite oss afore the King. I see somebody has sent his Majesty a pair of boots, and somebody else has sent the King and Queen a cake, which, the Lord Chambermaid rites word, was uncommon nice--is it because the Wigs won't let the Royal Family have enuff munny to live upon, that their subjex send them such things? I wonder that Lord Angelseye should go to Hireland agin; he was a Poplar ruler when he was last there, but the case is haltered now; if he should be hill when he is out at Doubling, with the Tig Dollyroo, I suppose Sir Francis Birdhit will go to Mr. Singeing Long, and be robbed for him. Only think of that Long; I'm sewer if the New Jewry find such a Furdickt as the Old Jewry did, the Gudge ought not to suffer him to be _Long_ in this country. I think it would be better to let him be tried by the Old Bayley, rather than by either of the _Parks_--only he is all for the west end of the Mephistophiles, and is supported by the Hairystockcrazy. Your friend Fillpot _is_ maid a Bishop, although you said he never woud be. What do you say to _that_? The dear Duck of Wellington thought as Fillypotty had _ratified_ his part of the agreement he would _ratify his_--Filly will be near Cardinal Weld at Exeter, and his Imminence perhaps will bring Toby quite round, and get him made Pop of Rheum one of these days. It is quite rite, however, that when he gets his mitered coach he shoud give up his Stanhope--he can't want both, and at such a distance, too, from itch other. Do you think Sir Scarlet will be Lord Chief Jester in the room of Lord Tenderdone? Fulmer tells me that Hairy Broom says he won't be Lord Chancesellor, which makes me think the thing is quite curtain that he will; he wants to be Master of the Roles he says, so has to have his fling in the House of Cummons; but the Master wont go--he likes a quiet life and no nonsense--no cabnets and wulsack wurk, but soshability and a leetel haycarty in the evenings. I honner his honner for his taste and his furmness; a good Leach always sticks fastest--besides, it spits Broom, and that is just "_cum il fot_," as the French says.