iss was concerned! Never! A thousand baggonits would be more
prefrabble to a woman of her xqizzit feelins and fashion.

But to proseed. It's been objected to me, when I wrote some of my
expearunces in fashnabble life, that my languidge was occasionally
vulgar, and not such as is genrally used in those exqizzit famlies which
I frequent. Now, I'll lay a wager that there is in this book, wrote as
all the world knows, by a rele lady, and speakin of kings and queens
as if they were as common as sand-boys--there is in this book more
wulgarity than ever I displayed, more nastiness than ever I would dare
TO THINK ON, and more bad grammar than ever I wrote since I was a boy at
school. As for authografy, evry genlmn has his own: never mind spellin,
I say, so long as the sence is right.

Let me here quot a letter from a corryspondent of this charming lady of
honor; and a very nice corryspondent he is, too, without any mistake:

"Lady O---, poor Lady O---! knows the rules of prudence, I fear me, as
imperfectly as she doth those of the Greek and Latin Grammars: or she
hath let her brother, who is a sad swine, become master of her secrets,
and then contrived to quarrel with him. You would see the outline of the
melange in the newspapers; but not the report that Mr. S--- is about to
publish a pamphlet, as an addition to the Harleian Tracts, setting forth
the amatory adventures of his sister. We shall break our necks in haste
to buy it, of course crying 'Shameful' all the while; and it is said
that Lady O--- is to be cut, which I cannot entirely believe. Let her
tell two or three old women about town that they are young and handsome,
and give some well-timed parties, and she may still keep the society
which she hath been used to. The times are not so hard as they once
were, when a woman could not construe Magna Charta with anything like
impunity. People were full as gallant many years ago. But the days are
gone by wherein my lord-protector of the commonwealth of England was
wont to go a lovemaking to Mrs. Fleetwood, with the Bible under his arm.

"And so Miss Jacky Gordon is really clothed with a husband at last, and
Miss Laura Manners left without a mate! She and Lord Stair should marry
and have children in mere revenge. As to Miss Gordon, she's a Venus well
suited for such a Vulcan,--whom nothing but money and a title could
have rendered tolerable, even to a kitchen wench. It is said that the
matrimonial correspondence between th