dear Lady

notion,

But, my

! can't you hit on some

At least for one night to set London in motion?
As to having the R--G-NT-that show is gone by-
Besides, I've remark'd that (between you and I)
The MARCHESA and he, inconvenient in more ways,
Have taken much lately to whispering in doorw-ays;
Which-considering, you know, dear, the size of the

two

Makes a block that one's company cannot get through,
And a house such as mine is, with door-ways so small,
Has no room for such cumbersome love-work at all!
(Apropos, though, of love-work-you've heard it, I hope,
That NAPOLEON's old Mother's to marry the POPE,-
What a comical pair!)-But, to stick to my Rout,
'Twill be hard if some novelty can't be struck out.
Is there no ALGERINE, no KAMCHATKAN arrived?
No Plenipo PACHA, three-tail'd and ten-wived?
No RUSSIAN, whose dissonant consonant name
Almost rattles to fragments the trumpet of fame?

I remember the time, three or four winters back, When-provided their wigs were but decently black

2.

A few Patriot monsters, from SPAIN, were a sight

That would people one's house for one, night after

night.

But whether the Ministers paw'd them too much—
(And you know how they spoil whatsoever they touch)
Or, whether Lord G-RGE (the young man about town)
Has, by dint of bad poetry, written them down-
One has certainly lost one's peninsular rage,

And the only stray Patriot seen for an age

Has been at such places (think how the fit cools)

As old Mrs. V――N's or Lord L-v—rp—l's!

But, in short, my dear, names like WINTZTSCHITSTOPS

CHINZOUDHOFF

Are the only things now make an evening go smooth

off

So, get me a Russian-till death I'm your debtor--
If he brings the whole Alphabet, so much the better:
And-Lord! if he would but, in character, sup

Off his fish-oil and candles, he'd quite set me up!

Au revoir, my sweet girl-I must leave you in hasteLittle GUNTER has brought me the Liqueurs to taste.

POSTSCRIPT.

By the bye, have you found any friend that can construc
That Latin account, t'other day, of a Monster?*

If we can't get a Russian, and that thing in Latin
Be not too improper, I think I'll bring that in.

LETTER VI.

FROM ABDALLAH, IN LONDON, TO MOHASSAN,

IN ISPAHAN.

WHILST thou, MOHASSAN (happy thou!),
Dost daily bend thy loyal brow

Before our King-our Asia's treasure!
Nutmeg of Comfort! Rose of Pleasure!—

* Alluding, I suppose, to the Latin Advertisement of a Lusus Naturæ in the Newspapers lately.

+ I have made many inquiries about this Persian gentleman, but cannot satisfactorily ascertain who he is. From his notions of Religious Liberty, however, I conclude that he is an importation of Ministers; and he is arrived just in time to assist the P-E and Mr. L-CK-E in their new Oriental Plan of Reform.-See the second of these Letters. How Abdallah's epistle to Ispahan found its way into the Twopenny Post-Bag is more than I can pretend to account for.

And bear'st as many kicks and bruises
As the said Rose and Nutmeg chooses;-
Thy head still near the bowstring's borders,
And but left on till further orders!

Through London streets, with turban fair,
And caftan floating to the air,

I saunter on-the admiration
Of this short-coated population-

This sew'd-up race-this button'd nation--
Who, while they boast their laws so free,
Leave not one limb at liberty,

But live, with all their lordly speeches,
The slaves of buttons and tight breeches.

Yet, though they thus their knee-pans fetter
(They're Christians, and they know no better) *
In some things they're a thinking nation-
And, on Religious Toleration,

I own I like their notions quite,
They are so Persian and so right!

"C'est un honnête homme," said a Turkish governor of De Ruyter, "c'est grand dommage qu'il soit Chrétien."

*

You know our SUNNITES, hateful dogs!
Whom every pious SHITE flogs

Or longs to flog+-'tis true, they pray
To God, but in an ill-bred way;
With neither arms, nor legs, nor faces
Stuck in their right, canonic places!§
'Tis true, they worship ALI's name—**
Their Heaven and ours are just the same-
(A Persian's Heaven is easily made,
"Tis but-black eyes and lemonade).
Yet-though we've tried for centuries back-
We can't persuade the stubborn pack,

* Sunnites and Shiites are the two leading sects into which the Mahometan world is divided: and they have gone on cursing and persecuting each other, without any intermission, for about eleven hundred years. The Sunni is the established sect in Turkey, and the Shia in Persia; and the differences between them turn chiefly upon those important points, which our pious friend Abdallah, in the true spirit of Shiite Ascendancy, reprobates in this Letter.

"Les Sunnites, qui étaient comme les catholiques de Musulmanisme."-D'HERBELOT.

"In contradistinction to the Sounis, who in their prayers cross their hands on the lower part of the breast, the Schiahs drop their arms in straight lines; and as the Sounis, at certain periods of the prayer, press their foreheads on the ground or carpet, the Schiahs," etc. etc.-FORSTER'S Voyage.

**66 "Les Turcs ne détestent pas Ali réciproquement; an contraire ils le reconnaissent," etc. etc.-CHARDIN.