Pursenal felines, however, shud not halways way with us, but since Fulmer as taken this turn towards refurm, all the Minsters have been so servile to us, that we are quite churmed. Lord Hockland, though no grate things in the Guvment, is sich a haffable, warm arted cretur--sich an insinivating Pier--and Sir Jims Graham, so hunassuming, and at the same time such a fine man--how he turrified that Ogreman Mahoon--did you see how the pore fellur was put to a nonplush; and how he croed over O'Konnell like a kok--Grame kim out of that, splendid--there is'nt nothink but _that_ to be sed about it; so did Lord Althrop with Mr. Plummet Wad--a very hominous name for a querrel--he that he cocht in his entrenchment at St. Jimses--Oh! it makes one prowd to see such Neros as these. But nothink will do--everybody wich wares shurts and has munney in their pokets abuses this bill of Lord Drums; they say the bill may parse, but nobody can conster it; and they tells us that the honly claws they can understand in the bill is the Divil's claws, which has set his foot in it. To be sure, B., I must say, looking at things as they stand, cutting off sixty-two members at a blow is a serous hopperation--I hone it is very like a Revelation. Old Tim with the firelock, however, will shoe the effex; and (as I says to Lavy, whenever I have a fit of coffin) wen we are in our graves, what will it signify to hus? I _am_ for Reform--and I hone it. The King, they say, is for it--at wich I wunder; and the Queen is agin it--at wich I do not wunder. But Mr. Christopher Stubbs, our hopposite neighbore, is for it; and that has decided me--for _he_ hadmires Lord Pummicestone, and Mister Cullcraft, and Mr. Singeing Long--so I think he has had some new lights lately. Singeing Long, after having stood twice at the Hold Bayley, and having been only returned once, is going to hoffer himself for the parish of Marrowbone, as what Fulmer calls the "_knee_ plus ultra." And now, B., let us snitch a minuet from Pollyticks, and Pollygots, and Polly Thomsons, for a moral inflexion or two; here is Hester come agin--Puck, as the Galls call it--the trees is begining to shoot, just as the bows is ceesing to unt; the sweet Buds (I ope you like Hornithology) are commencing their wobblings on the branches, and are hable to do wot is wise as well as pleasant--turn over a new leaf every day of their lives. Hadam and Heve did so before them, wich is a good President.