First here's a card from Mrs. Grimes, "A ball!"--she knows that I'm no dancer-- That woman's ask'd me fifty times, And yet I never send an answer. "DEAR JACK,-- Just lend me twenty pounds, Till Monday next, when I'll return it. Yours truly, HENRY GIBBS." Why Z--ds! I've seen the man but twice--here, burn it. One from my cousin Sophy Daw-- Full of Aunt Margery's distresses; "The cat has kitten'd 'in the DRAW,' And ruin'd two bran-new silk dresses." From Sam, "The Chancellor's motto,"--nay Confound his puns, he knows I hate 'em; "Pro Rege, Lege, Grege,"--Ay, "For King read Mob!" Brougham's old erratum. From Seraphina Price--"At two"-- "Till then I can't, my dearest John, stir;" Two more because I did not go, Beginning "Wretch" and "Faithless Monster! "Dear Sir,-- "This morning Mrs. P--- Who's doing quite as well as may be, Presented me at half past three Precisely, with another baby. "Well name it John, and know with pleasure You'll stand"--Five guineas more, confound it!-- I wish they'd call it Nebuchadnezzar, Or thrown it in the Thames and drown'd it. What have we next? A civil dun: "John Brown would take it as a favor"-- Another, and a surlier one, "I can't put up with SICH behavior." "Bill so long standing,"--"quite tired out,"-- "Must sit down to insist on payment," "Called ten times,"--Here's a fuss about A few coats, waistcoats, and small raiment. For once I'll send an answer, and in- form Mr. Snip he needn't "call" so; But when his bill's as "tired of standing" As he is, beg't will "sit down also." This from my rich old Uncle Ned, Thanking me for my annual present; And saying he last Tuesday wed His cook-maid, Molly--vastly pleasant! An ill-spelt note from Tom at school, Begging I'll let him learn the fiddle; Another from that precious fool, Miss Pyefinch, with a stupid riddle. "D'ye give it up?" Indeed I do! Confound those antiquated minxes: I won't play "Billy Black" to a "Blue," Or OEdipus to such old sphinxes. A note sent up from Kent to show me, Left with my bailiff, Peter King; "I'll burn them precious stacks down, blow me! "Yours most sincerely, "CAPTAIN SWING." Four begging letters with petitions, One from my sister Jane, to pray I'll execute a few commissions In Bond-street, "when I go that way." "And buy at Pearsall's in the city Twelve skeins of silk for netting purses: Color no matter, so it's pretty;-- Two hundred pons"--two hundred curses! From Mistress Jones: "My little Billy Goes up his schooling to begin, Will you just step to Piccadilly, And meet him when the coach comes in? "And then, perhaps, you will as well, see The poor dear fellow safe to school At Dr. Smith's in Little Chelsea!" Heaven send he flog the little fool!