out of doors.  I don’t mean you, Samuel, who have, I must say, been a dutiful nephew to me.  Well, I dare say I shan’t live long, and some folks won’t be sorry to have me in my grave.

“Indeed, on Sunday I was taken in my stomick very ill, and thought it might have been the lobster-sauce; but Doctor Blogg, who was called in, said it was, he very much feared, cumsumptive; but gave me some pills and a draft wh made me better.  Please call upon him—­he lives at Pimlico, and you can walk out there after office hours—­and present him with 1_l_. 1_s_., with my compliments.  I have no money here but a 10_l_. note, the rest being locked up in my box at Lamb’s Cundit Street.

“Although the flesh is not neglected in Mr. B.’s sumptious establishment, I can assure you the sperrit is likewise cared for.  Mr. B. reads and igspounds every morning; and o but his exorcises refresh the hungry sole before breakfast!  Everything is in the handsomest style,—­silver and goold plate at breakfast, lunch, and dinner; and his crest and motty, a beehive, with the Latn word Industria, meaning industry, on everything—­even on the chany juggs and things in my bedd-room.  On Sunday we were favoured by a special outpouring from the Rev. Grimes Wapshot, of the Amabaptist Congrigation here, and who egshorted for 3 hours in the afternoon in Mr. B.’s private chapel.  As the widow of a Hoggarty, I have always been a staunch supporter of the established Church of England and Ireland; but I must say Mr. Wapshot’s stirring way was far superior to that of the Rev. Bland Blenkinsop of the Establishment, who lifted up his voice after dinner for a short discourse of two hours.

“Mrs. Brough is, between ourselves, a poor creature, and has no sperrit of her own.  As for Miss B., she is so saucy that once I promised to box her years; and would have left the house, had not Mr. B. taken my part, and Miss made me a suitable apollogy.

“I don’t know when I shall return to town, being made really so welcome here.  Dr. Blogg says the air of Fulham is the best in the world for my simtums; and as the ladies of the house do not choose to walk out with me, the Rev. Grimes Wapshot has often been kind enough to lend me his arm, and ’tis sweet with such a guide to wander both to Putney and Wandsworth, and igsamin the wonderful works of nature.  I have spoke to him about the Slopperton property, and he is not of Mr. B.’s opinion that I should sell it; but on this point I shall follow my own counsel.

“Meantime you must gett into more comfortable lodgings, and lett my bedd be warmed every night, and of rainy days have a fire in the grate:  and let Mrs. Titmarsh look up my blue silk dress, and turn it against I come; and there is my purple spencer she can have for herself; and I hope she does not wear those three splendid gowns you gave her, but keep them until better times.  I shall soon introduse her to my friend Mr. Brough, and others of my acquaintances; and am always

   “Your loving AUNT.