their is any thing to cumplane of its the Vittles. Our Cook dont understand Maid dishes. Her Currys is xcrabble. Tom Hodges Foot Man brings him Evry Day soop from Birches. I wish you providid me the same. On the hole I wish on menny Acounts I was a Day border partickly as Barlow sleeps in our Room and coffs all nite long. His brother's Ashmy is wus then his. He has took lately to snuff and I have wishes to do the like. Its very dull after Supper since Mr Grierson took away the fellers Pips, and forbid smocking, and allmost raized a Riot on that hed, and some of the Boys was to have Been horst for it. I am happy (to) say I have never been floged as yet and onely Caind once and that was for damming at the Cooks chops becous they was so overdun, but there was to have been fore Wiped yeaster day for Playing Wist in skool hours, but was Begd off on acount of their Lumbargo.

I am sorry to say Ponder has had another Stroak of the perrylaticks and has no Use of his Lims. He is Parrs fag— and Parr has got the Roomytix bysides very bad but luckly its onely stiffind one Arm so he has still Hops to get the Star for Heliocution. Poor Dick Combs eye site has quite gone or he would have a good chance for the Silvur Pen.

Mundy was one of the Fellers Burths Days and we was to have a hole Hollday but he dyed sudnly over nite of the appoplxy and disappinted us verry much. Two moor was fetcht home last Weak so that we are getting very thin partickly when we go out Wauking, witch is seldom more than three at a time, their is allways so menny in the nursry. I forgot to say Garrat ran off a month ago he got verry Homesick ever since his Granchilderen cum to sea him at skool,-Mr Grierson has expeld him for running away.

On Tuesday a new Schollard cum. He is a very old crusty Chap and not much lick'd for that resin by the rest of the Boys, whom all Teas him, and call him Phig because he is a retired Grosser. Mr Grierson declind another New Boy because he hadnt had the Mizzles. I have red Gays Febbles and the other books You were so kind to send me--and would be glad of moor partickly the Gentlemans with a Welsh Whig

and a Worming Pan when you foreward my Closebox with my clean Lining like wise sum moor Fleasy Hoshery for my legs and the Cardmums I rit for with the French Grammer &c. Also weather I am to Dance next quarter. The Gimnystacks is being interdeuced into our Skool but is so Voilent no one follows them but Old Parr and He cant get up his Pole.

I have no more to rite but hop this letter will find you as Well as me; Mr Grierson is in Morning for Mr Linly Murry of whose loss you have herd of-xcept which he is in Quite good Helth and desires his Respective Complements with witch I remane

S.P. Barlow and Phigg have just had a fite in the Yard about calling names and Phigg has pegged Barlows tooth out But it was loose before. Mr G. dont allow Puglism, if he nose it among the Boys, as at their Times of lifes it might be fatle partickly from puling their Coats of in the open Are.

Our new Husher his cum and is verry well Red in his Mother's tung, witch is the mane thing with Beginers but We wish the Frentch Master was changed on Acount of his Pollyticks and Religun. Brassbrige and him is always Squabling about Bonnyparty and the Pop of Room. Has for Barlow we cant tell weather He is Wig or Tory for he cant express his Sentymints for Coffing.

WAS in the reign of Lewis, call'd the Great,
As one may read on his triumphal arches,
The thing befel I'm going to relate,

In course of one of those "pomposo" marches
He loved to make, like any gorgeous Persian,
Partly for war, and partly for diversion.

II.

Some wag had put it in the royal brain
To drop a visit at an old chateau,
Quite unexpected, with his courtly train ;
The monarch liked it, but it happened so,
That Death had got before them by a post,
And they were "reckoning without their host,"

III.

Who died exactly as a child should die,
Without one groan or a convulsive breath,
Closing without one pang his quiet eye,

Sliding composedly from sleep-to death;
A corpse so placid ne'er adorn'd a bed,
He seem'd not quite-but only rather dead.

JV.

All night the widow'd Baroness contrived

To shed a widow's tears; but on the morrow Some news of such unusual sort arrived,

There came strange alteration in her sorrow; From mouth to mouth it pass'd, one common humming Throughout the house-the King! the King is coming!

V.

The Baroness, with all her soul and heart,
A loyal woman, (now c .lled ultra-royal,)
Soon thrust all funeral concerns apart,

And only thought about a banquet-royal;
In short, by aid of earnest preparation,
The visit quite dismiss'd the visitation.

VI.

And, spite of all her grief for the ex-mate,

There was a secret hope she could not smother,

That some one, early, might replace "the late "-
It was too soon to think about another;
Yet let her minutes of despair be reckon'd
Against her hope, which was but for a second.

VII.

She almost thought that being thus bereft
Just then, was one of Time's propitious touches;
A thread in such a nick so nick'd, it left
Free opportunity to be a duchess;

Thus all her care was only to look pleasant,
But as for tears-e dropp'd them-for the present.

VIII.

Her household, as good servants ought to try,
Look'd like their lady-anything but sad,
And giggled even that they might not cry,

To damp fine company; in truth they had
No time to mourn, thro' choking turkeys' throttles,
Scouring old laces, and reviewing bottles.

IX.

Oh what a hubbub for the house of woe!
All, resolute to one irresolution,
Kept tearing, swearing, plunging to and fro,
Just like another French mob-revolution.
There lay the corpse that could not stir a muscle,
But all the rest seem'd Chaos in a bustle.

X.

The Monarch came: oh! who could ever guess
The Baroness had been so late a weeper!
The kingly grace and more than graciousness,
Buried the poor defunct some fathoms deeper,-
Could he have had a glance-alas, poor being!
Seeing would certainly have led to D-ing.