who has seen them, tells me, with princes
of the blood-royal, and the prelatic bishops, whom, I need not tell you,
are the worst of all.

But the thing I grudge most, is to be so long in Lundon, and no to see
the king. Is it not a hard thing to come to London, and no to see the
king? I am not pleesed with him, I assure you, becose he does not set
himself out to public view, like ony other curiosity, but stays in his
palis, they say, like one of the anshent wooden images of idolatry, the
which is a great peety, he beeing, as I am told, a beautiful man, and
more the gentleman than all the coortiers of his court.

The Doctor has been minting to me that there is an address from Irvine to
the queen; and he, being so near a neighbour to your toun, has been
thinking to pay his respecs with it, to see her near at hand. But I will
say nothing; he may take his own way in matters of gospel and
spiritualety; yet I have my scroopols of conshence, how this may not turn
out a rebellyon against the king; and I would hav him to sift and see who
are at the address, before he pits his han to it. For, if it's a radikol
job, as I jealoos it is, what will the Doctor then say? who is an
orthodox man, as the world nose.

In the maitre of our dumesticks, no new axsident has cast up; but I have
seen such a wonder as could not have been forethocht. Having a washin, I
went down to see how the lassies were doing; but judge of my feelings,
when I saw them triomphing on the top of pattons, standing upright before
the boyns on chairs, rubbin the clothes to juggins between their hands,
above the sapples, with their gouns and stays on, and round-cared
mutches. What would you think of such a miracle at the washing-house in
the Goffields, or the Gallows-knows of Irvine? The cook, howsomever, has
shown me a way to make rice-puddings without eggs, by putting in a bit of
shoohet, which is as good--and this you will tell Miss Nanny Eydent;
likewise, that the most fashionable way of boiling green pis, is to pit a
blade of spearmint in the pot, which gives a fine flavour. But this is a
long letter, and my pepper is done; so no more, but remains your friend
and well-wisher,

JANET PRINGLE.

"A great legacy, and her dochtir married, in ae journey to London, is
doing business," said Mrs. Glibbans, with a sigh, as she looked to her
only get, Miss Becky; "but the Lord's will is to be done in a'