dear Lady notion, But, my ! can't you hit on some At least for one night to set London in motion? two Makes a block that one's company cannot get through, 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 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-- 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 If we can't get a Russian, and that thing in Latin LETTER VI. FROM ABDALLAH, IN LONDON, TO MOHASSAN, IN ISPAHAN. WHILST thou, MOHASSAN (happy thou!), Before our King-our Asia's treasure! * 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 Through London streets, with turban fair, I saunter on-the admiration This sew'd-up race-this button'd nation-- But live, with all their lordly speeches, Yet, though they thus their knee-pans fetter I own I like their notions quite, "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! Or longs to flog+-'tis true, they pray * 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. |