With US there's no bitter, wicked, quarling
of this sort. WE don't hate our children, or bully our mothers, or wish
'em ded when they're sick, as this Dairywoman says kings and queens
do. When we're writing to our friends or sweethearts, WE don't fill
our letters with nasty stoaries, takin away the carricter of our
fellow-servants, as this maid of honor's amusin' moral frend does. But,
in coarse, it's not for us to judge of our betters;--these great people
are a supeerur race, and we can't comprehend their ways.

Do you recklect--it's twenty years ago now--how a bewtiffle princess
died in givin buth to a poar baby, and how the whole nation of Hengland
wep, as though it was one man, over that sweet woman and child, in which
were sentered the hopes of every one of us, and of which each was as
proud as of his own wife or infnt? Do you recklect how pore fellows
spent their last shillin to buy a black crape for their hats, and
clergymen cried in the pulpit, and the whole country through was no
better than a great dismal funeral? Do you recklet, Mr. Yorke, who
was the person that we all took on so about? We called her the Princis
Sharlot of Wales; and we valyoud a single drop of her blood more than
the whole heartless body of her father. Well, we looked up to her as a
kind of saint or angle, and blest God (such foolish loyal English pipple
as we ware in those days) who had sent this sweet lady to rule over us.
But heaven bless you! it was only souperstition. She was no better than
she should be, as it turns out--or at least the Dairy-maid says so. No
better?--if my daughters or yours was 1/2 so bad, we'd as leaf be dead
ourselves, and they hanged. But listen to this pritty charritable story,
and a truce to reflexshuns:--

"Sunday, January, 9, 1814.--Yesterday, according to appointment, I went
to Princess Charlotte. Found at Warwick House the harp-player, Dizzi;
was asked to remain and listen to his performance, but was talked to
during the whole time, which completely prevented all possibility of
listening to the music. The Duchess of Leeds and her daughter were in
the room, but left it soon. Next arrived Miss Knight, who remained all
the time I was there. Princess Charlotte was very gracious--showed me
all her bonny dyes, as B---would have called them--pictures, and cases,
and jewels, &c. She talked in a very desultory way, and it would be
difficult to say of what. She observed her mother was in very low
spirits. I asked