errors of diction and orthography. The editor, however, thought it not incumbent upon him to correct her letter in either of these respects, lest, by so doing, he might deprive it of a certain Doric charm and simplicity, as a transcript of the first impressions made on a lady of a certain age, transplanted from a more congenial circle of tea-drinking dowagers, in one of the suburban villages of our metropolis, to a new world, peopled by a new race, whether European or Asiatic, and presenting, in its moral and physical aspects, nothing that could have been dreamt of in her humble philosophy. He has subjoined a few annotations, without which the text would be, in some places, as unintelligible as the most perplexed passages of Persius without the aid of a Casaubon or Rigaltius:

"To Mrs. Pople, just opposite to the Bell,
at Edmonton, near London, Middelsex.
"Maderass, in the East-Ingys.

"Dear Mrs. Pople:

"I prommised faithfully to write you by the first post, but, to my surprise, I find that no posts, two-penny or genneral, go from here to London; and when I asked a soldier officer to direct me where I was to find a post, he told me that it required great interest with the governor to

meet with a good one. So, like a blockade, I asked my husband to apply to the governor, and he was quite cross and snappish, and said that Captain Froth was laughing at me. For I find that all the letters go by see and there is no males here at all. And now, Mrs. Pople, I have so much to tell you about this hot-landish place, I know not where to begin. And I have been in such flustrums ever since we got here, and though they call the place a settlement, and I thought from that I should find every thing comfortable and easy, I never was so unsettled in all my life. Lord, ma'am, what a place it is for Christen-folks! And then my frite to see so many blacks about us, and all almost naked. I was quite shocked. And, would you think it, Mrs. Pople? Gregson, that I took out as lady's-maid, has turned out no maid after all, for she would hardly put a pin into our dress, or curl up Louisa's hair, or comb out my tate, or empty a single slop; and the other morning, when we were quite overcome with the heat, and could not do nothing for ourselves,—for the clymate is so hot that English people, when they first get here, can hardly put one foot before the other, I most particklerly desired Gregson to stir about and wait upon us more briskly, yet she dawdled and crawled along as if she had no life in

her. Now, my dear Mrs. Pople, was'nt this very inconsidderate of her? But the murder was out the next day, for she told me she was going to get marryed to a shop-keeper, who buys all the goods as comes from Europe,-for so they call England in this country; and so we are obliged to put up with a stupid black woman, who don't understand a word I say to her, and the more I put myself in a passion with her, the more stupid she is. And Mr. Scribbleton says it is foolish to bring out English maids to Ingy, and that the blacks make much better maids than they do.

"The folks here are very proud, and think themselves mighty genteel. For my part, dear Mrs. Pople, I wish I was once more at dear Edmonton. Hoam, sweet hoam, nothing beats hoam,' as the poet says. For we can't get a nice comfortable ruber at this place; and that puts me in mind that Mrs. James Moss did not pay me half-a-crown, when Dr. Hipkins and I had four by honours and the deel, and when she was so angry that we scored her up two tricks for revoking, which was all owing to her thinking so much of her black sarznet, when that stupid boy Ned let a cup of coffee fall over it. Perhaps you will ask her for it and send it to me when you write. But lord, ma'am, what fine dinners they give here!—

and such quality hours !-they never set down to dine before eight. Mr. Scribbleton had a party to dine a few days since-and not half nor a quarter of the things were touched. Some young ladies, indeed, did taste a little of the sweets, but not more than would physick a snipe. a surlyn of beef that went away without being cut

And there was such

-a matter of fourteen lbs.-and the next day I asked what was become of it, and they said it was all eat up by the parry-ahs*-some veracious wild animals I suppose, for they devoured all that was left, though it would have served for a dozen people. And so I went into the kitchen, or what they call a go-down,-why, I can't tell, for instead of going down, I had to go up a set of steps to it. But you know I always made it a practise at Edmonton, to go into the kitchin every morning, to set things to rites, and to see there was no waste. But I thought I should have died when I put my head into it. Lord, what a place! The internal regions are a joke to it. Such a smoke, and such smells, and such messing! No stew-pans, no saucepans, no nothing! But my husband tells me that the ladys here never trouble their heads about the kitchin. I'm sure it will be long enough before I can touch the victels that have been pawed about • The fragments are consumed by persons of the Pariar caste.

by their black hands, and so I eat nothing for many days, Mrs Pople, but baker's bread; but judge my horror when I was told that all the bakers had black hands as well as the cooks. Yet my husband says, the hands of the natives are as clean if not cleaner than ours; now how can that be, for they are black as sut?

"Dear me, Mrs. Pople, you can't think what a number of servants every body keeps here. Mr. Singleton told me he had nearly fifty. Lord, said I to my husband, we shall be eat out of house and home! And then he told me that one would not do what another would-and there must be one to do this, another to do that; one to clean shoes, another to run of errands; one to wait at table, another to carry things to the kitchin. Oh, dear! said I to myself, what would Mrs. Sims do in this country, who never hires any but a servant of allwork? One thing, however, gives me pleasure. There's no occasion to lock up tea and sugger here, for the black servants never eats any thing we do. Their religion will not permit them. I was thinking it would be a good thing to teach their religion to our English servants; don't you think it would? I never left my bunch of keys for half an hour without missing an ounce or two of my best Souchong.