I think the people are just shewing their spirt--Honly think of Lord Lunnunderry pooling out a pistole, and fritening such a manny men as he did. They are rong to set phire to houses, and as for the Hayfair at Knottingham Castle, it was absird hin the hextream, for to _my_ mind the surest way of raising the New Castles, is burning down the old ones. Our friend P. applyed to me to see and ask Fulmer to be made a pier this time; and Lavy would like to be a Vice-countess she says--a Barreness she would not listen to; but I did not like to say anything to F., because Lord P. said "He was wanted to carry the Bill through the House of Lords;"--these are P.'s hone words out of his leather to me, and I _do_ think Fulmer was born and bred to better things than to do porter's work at his time of life--Hif they wants "the Bill carried through the House," why dont they imploy survunts of their hone, without trying to disgrace onest people witch is as good as themselves? Pray what do they mean by sayin "whipster of a fraction," wenever they talk of Lord John Rustle? I think it is in allusion to some of his impotence in the Ouse of Kommons. Fulmer says that his Ludship can't bear ironing--he sims to me to have been mangled last Wensday--however, I'm all for Refurm, and Lord Grey, and Universal Suffering, and Vote by Ballad. And now the Bill has been rejected, I am ready for another hole Bill, and nothing but the Bill--and you mark my words, Mr. B., you will be hobliged to pool in your orns afore you have dun. The King must be a good deal wurried, wot with wun thing and hanuther. If I was he, I never would let Minsters hoverrule me--I _would_ have my own whey, and hif I could not master them piecably, I wood do as Fulmer says, "cut the Jordan knot at once, and resolve the Parlyment." Say somethink in your pepper, that may show me you have got this.--Yours, still in frenchship, D. L. RAMSBOTTOM. P.S.--I forgot to tell you my fourth gull, Addlehead, is going to be marred next week to Dr. Pillycooshy, of Peckham. [Illustration:(end of section icon)] POLITICAL SONGS AND SQUIBS. [Illustration: THEODORE HOOK. FROM A DRAWING MADE BY MR. EDDIS _For the collection of Mr. Magrath, long the respected Secretary of the Athenæum Club._] POLITICAL SONGS AND SQUIBS. [The following is from The Arcadian, a magazine which Hook edited and principally wrote in 1820, and which only reached two numbers.] CARMEN ÆSTUALE. A SONG FOR THE SUMMER, TO BE SUNG BY J. C. H----, ESQ.,[19] NOW A PRISONER IN HIS MAJESTY'S GAOL OF NEWGATE. _Tune_--"Whare ha' ye bin a' the day, my boy Tammy?" Where have ye been a' the Spring, My boy Cammy? Where have ye been a' the Spring, My boy Cammy? I have been in Newgate keep, Doomed to dine, to drink, to sleep, Side by side with rogue and sweep, In dungeon dark and clammy.[20]