I admit at first the Cabnet was in a quandary--that Polly Thomson isn't poplar amongst them. I think they are jellies of Polly, for he most certainly has talons--Fulmer says he nose he has--he is a great ventriloquist (I think they call it), which speaks many forin tongs--indeed, Fulmer sometimes calls him Pollyglot as well as Polly Thomson, and he told me the other day that the King was going to create him Barren Barilla, and sent him out Protector of Grease, instead of Prince Loophole, who, as they call it, bagged out. Then Lord Althrop--what a deal of good he has dun since he has bein in Hoffys. Look at his entrenchments--he has cut down the odd eater of the Civil List, and tuck off the dooty on koles--and wot a deal more he would have dun if the axe of parlymen of hother dace had not perwented him. And as for Lord Grey himself, I _do_ say sich a kind-arted man as not been seen for ears and ears--not a sun, nor a cussin, nor a nevy, nor a sun-in-law, nor a wife's cussin, nor one hingyvigyal belonging to him, but wot he has perwided for, somehow or another. Shew me a Prim Minster as hever hacted in sich a generous way afore--Why the Duck of Wellington, with all his fine toe doos, when he was in place, never guv nothing vhatsoever to any of his relations as ever I heard of--ard-arted Duck. And then that sweet Muster Cullcraft--a dear gentleman, full of Janus, and as neat and as nice as a nine-pin--he is the Ugh!-nit which guv the majority, and all by thinking twice, which is a wise thing in a man--I was not at all surprized when I heard that the nice crechur voted with the eyes--for, says I to my Lavy, he has very little to say to the nose, anyhow. But he was always a favourite with the ladies--a regalar Feel-hander amongst them. And then his pore sun Granny too, to have lost his Love--more's the petty, for they are a nice fam'ly take 'em all to gather-- "From grave to gay, from lively to Sevier."