Wot a splundid site it is to behold the wurks of natur--the great Halps--Strumbolli--Hetna--the sparrowgrass piping out of the beds at Battersea--Burnells funnell under the Thames--and the Cosmorammy in Regent Street--but one has no time for these thinks at present. I ham absobbed with the grate question, and I culd not rest till I opened myself to yew--you will call me a rat--but I'll trust you, even though _I_ begun our corryspundence; for we are safe from your Harrows, if we don't expose _ourselves_, and however I may cry out for refurm, _enter noo_; I shall never be hass enough to be a bartizan of it before the public. Yours truly, dear B., DOROTHEA L. RAMSBOTTOM. XXIX. MRS. RAMSBOTTOM ON THE HOUSE OF LORDS. TO JOHN BULL. Clappem Kommon, Hoct. 14, 1831. DEAR B.,--What will you Aunty-reformers say now. The parlyment is to be berogued, and your hopes are all blyted--now my expectorations are answerd--this is a nice two do--Fulmer, who is on your side, sings what he calls his High Ho Pea hens, but I cant agree with him, because Mr. Ram was a wriggler radical, and so am I, because I do not know no better, and theerfor I redes the _Tims_, and am quite agreable to the pinions of the Head-eater of that pepper. I have bin to hear the debretts of the peerage--we had seets in the House of Lauds. What a man that Hairy Broom is--what a spich he made, and how thrusty he got--I askd what it was he was a drinking, and they told me a Bishop--he seemd as if he could have swallowed the See. He had the tumblers hin, ot and ot, like the stakes at his Club--but when he went down upon his Marybones, I was quite resolved into tiers, for feer he never coud git up agin. Lord Grey is a fine cretur, but very grey indeed; I remember him as Lord Howweak many years ago. I saw Lord Monster too, and the Kernel which has the Kopper minds, who is called Lord Dinnerbell, because of his feedin a great Duck at his ouse in Whales. I had a not from Lord Pummicestone, to tell me he was not gone to resign--he poots hup with a grate deal from Lord Grey and Broom, and even from Lord Drum, when he is well enough to go to the Cabinet--that was a purty scrap he got into about Ninnyveal, the Ditchman; and now I heer he is another two do about the Emperor of the Brass-heels--Lewey Flip does not like given up the Portingal ships, and as we does everything Tallyrong thinks right, why we must not grumble--this is Pummicestone's noose to me. If the King of Spain helps Don M'Gill they say he will suckseed in keeping his hone--the Spanish is all he wants to put him to rites. As for Rooshy and Prooshy, P. says he can't say much about them, only I see that Leaving has not left, and that Bowlow is halso here--but else foraying affairs seems below pa. The Bishop of Lundun did not vote agin the Bile--I herd why--his first start in life was hoeing to a translation--he wants to try another--this is Greek to me, Mr. B.