is easy chair, he took it from his pocket and
read it for the third time. The signature at the end of it was very
plain and legible, being that of a scholar no less accomplished than
Mr. Abraham Mollett. This letter we will have entire, though it was
not perhaps as short as it might have been. It ran as follows:--

45 Tabernacle row London.
April--1847.

Respectit Sir--

In hall them doings about the Fitsjerrals at Carsal
Richmon I halways felt the most profound respict for you
because you wanted to do the thing as was rite wich was
what I halways wanted to myself only coodent becase of the
guvnor. "Let the right un win, guvnor," said I, hover hand
hover again; but no, he woodent. And what cood the likes
of me do then seeing as ow I was obligated by the forth
comanment to honor my father and mother, wich however if
it wasent that she was ded leving me a horphand there
woodent av been none of this trobbel. If she ad livd Mr.
Pindargrasp Ide av been brot hup honest, and thats what I
weps for. But she dide and my guvnor why hes been a gitten
the rong side of the post hever sins that hunfortunate
day. Praps you knows Mr. Pindargrasp what it is to lose a
mother in your herly hinfantsey. But I was at the guvnor
hovers and hovers agin, but hall of no yuse. "He as
stumpt hoff with my missus and now he shall stump hup the
reddy." Them was my guvnors hown words halways. Well, Mr.
Pindargrasp; what does I do. It warnt no good my talking
to him he was for going so confounedly the rong side of
the post. But I new as how Appy ouse Fitsjerral was the
orse as ort to win. Leestways I thawt I new it, and so you
thawt too Mr. Pindargrasp only we was both running the
rong cent. But what did I do when I was so confounedly
disgusted by my guvnor ankring after the baronnites money
wich it wasnt rite nor yet onest. Why I went meself to
Appy ouse as you noes Mr. Pindargrasp, and was the first
to tel the Appy ouse gent hall about it. But wat dos he
do. Hoh, Mr. Pindargrasp, I shal never forgit that faitel
day and only he got me hunewairs by the scruf of the nek
Im has good a man as he hevery day of the week. But you
was ther Mr. Pindargrasp and noes wat I got for befrindin
the Appy ouse side wich was agin the guvnor and he as brot
me to the loest pich of distress in the way of rino seein
the guvnor as cut of my halowence be