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These you must consider as plain intimations that the house itself, in a certain number of years, will fall, and like the baseless fabric of a vision, leave not a wreck behind.'

If I recollect right, you are only a tenant-at-will, and may be turned out, with or without warning; for that was the condition on which it was let to you. Be always ready therefore to go at a moment's notice, and be particularly careful to keep the furniture in the globular turret, and the contents of the little closet, arranged in good order, that you may be able to lay your hand on them without perplexity or confusion.

It will be in vain to attempt to do it, as some have fancied they can, in the bustle and hurry of a sudden removal. A neglect of this important precaution has proved an irreparable injury to thousands.

Excuse this hasty epistle, pardon the liberty I have taken, and impute it to the warm zeal and sincere attachment of Your humble servant.

No. IV.



WHEN Louis XVIII., under the title of Count de Lille, was obliged to quit the Continent after the

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Peace of Tilsit, and take refuge in England, he landed at Yarmouth from the Swedish frigate Freya, and was rowed ashore by a boat's crew from H.M.S. Majestic. Pleased with the attention shown him, the royal exile left fifteen guineas as a guerdon to the men to drink his health. The honest tars, in obedience to an order which had formerly been issued on the subject of taking money from strangers, refused to avail themselves of this munificence. The present case, however, being rather an exceptional one, the men held a talk' on the matter, when they resolved to transmit the following letter to Admiral Russell. As a specimen of blunt and unadorned honesty, it is perhaps unrivalled :

'MAJESTIC, 6th day of November 1807. 'PLEASE YOUR HONOUR,-We holded a talk about that there £15 that was sent us, and hope no offence, your honour. We don't like to take it, because, as how, we knows fast enuff, that it was the true King of France that went with your honour in the boat, and that he and our own noble King, God bless 'em both, and give every one his right, is good friends now; and besides that, your honour gived an order, long ago, not to take any money from no body, and we never did take none; and Mr. Leneve, that steered your honour and that there King, says he won't have no hand in it, and so does Andrew Young, the proper coxen; and we hopes no offence.

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So we all, one and all, begs not to take it at all. So no more at present, from your honour's dutiful servants,

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LEWIS BRYAN, JAMES LORD' (and twelve others).1


IN Mr. Ballantyne's recent work, Shifting Winds, we have a very characteristic effusion, in the shape of a 'hambigooous' letter, the joint production of Stephen Gaff the fisherman, his wife and little daughter; a letter 'that you can't make head nor tail of nohow; one as 'll read a'most as well back'ard as for'ard, an' yet has got a smack o' somethin' mysterious in it, w'ich shows, so to speak, to what pint o' the compass your steerin' for-d'ye see?'

'SUR,-i beggs to stait that ittle bee for your int'rest for to look arter that air gurl cald Eme as was left yoor doar sum dais bak, if yoo doant ittle bee wors for yer, yood giv yer eers an noas too to no wat i nos abowt that gurl, it's not bostin nor yet threttenin i am, no, i'm in Downrite arnist wen i sais as yool bee sorrie if yoo doant do it.

'Now sur, i must cloas, not becaws my papers dun, no nor yet my idees, but becaws a nods as good as a wink-yoo no the rest. wot iv said is troo as gospl.

1 From Chambers's Book of Days, ii. 554.

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it's of no use tryn to find owt hoo i am, caws whiyoo kant, and if yoo cood it wood do yoo no good.

Yoors to comand


No. V.


OCH, girls dear, did you ever hear, I wrote my love a letter,

And altho' he cannot read, sure I thought 'twas all the better.

For why should he be puzzled with hard spelling in

the matter,

When the maning was so plain, that I love him faithfully!

I love him faithfully, and he knows it, oh! he knows it, without one word from me.

I wrote it and I folded it, and put a seal upon it; 'Twas a seal almost as big as the crown of my best bonnet ;

For I would not have the postmaster make his remarks upon it,

As I said inside the letter, that I loved him faith


I love him, etc.

1 By Lady Dufferin.

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My heart was full, but when I wrote I dared not put

the half in,

The neighbours know I love him, and they're mighty fond of chaffing;

So I dared not write his name outside, for fear they would be laughing,

So I wrote, 'From little Kate to one whom she loves faithfully.'

I love him, etc.

Now, girls, would you believe it, that postman so consated,

No answer will he bring me, so long as I have waited;

But maybe there mayn't be one, for the rason that I stated,

That my love can neither read nor write, but he loves me faithfully.

He loves me faithfully, he loves me faithfully, And I know where'er my love is that he is true to me.

No. VI.


SINCE the preceding pages passed through the press, I have received two of the quaint letters

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