Is it possible? can it be true?

Do I read the delectable letter from you?

So she's really dead! 'Pon my soul! 'tis such news, That for joy I could dance out of the soles of my shoes.

I agree

with your M

ward;

TY, 'tis rather awk

Unfeeling men never in slander are backward;
And this visiting show may dispose them to speak-
Lord! I wish she had put off her death for a week!
But you see its just like her and that booby WoOD,
She annoy'd you as much as she possibly could.

Why she put back the grand Coronation a year,
Ay, and when it took place left the benches half

bare ;

But the worst of all is, when the "beautiful" thing Of shewing the Irish their elegant K—;

When the crowds at Dunleary were deck'd out so gay, To behold their great idol tow'd into their bay; When the cockades, and banners, and ribbands, were flying,

And the women to get but a glance at you dying; When a white stone was placed to receive your right

foot,

And to bear down to ages the size of your

boot;

When ropes of red silk, ay, and full eight miles long,
Were to drag you, the god of uproarious throng,—
O G-! only think how malicious and sly,
Just to teaze you, to take to her bed, and to die !*

Well, my L-e, as you ask'd my advice, I must say, That the death of such wives should'nt thwart me a day.

* This passage resembles that of an Hibernian melody, -usually sung in the county Tipperary, the native place of the worthy writer of this letter. It runs thus:

"Arrah, Drimindah! Drimindņh! why did you die!"

I have sounded my countrymen here, and can swear That you've nothing like hooting or hissing to fear. For her death they care nothing, and if you'd but

come,

They would all, to a man, kiss your M

TY'S

But what am I talking of? Can't we prevent The news coming here of this lucky event?

For as yet no one knows it, but thinks she's quite hale

Is there no way, d'ye think, of detaining the mail ?†

* Here the letter was blotted, but the Editor suspects the word left out was "hand."

The following extract from The Freeman's Journal of Thursday, August 9, may throw some light upon the above hint:

"We have waited to the latest possible moment for the packet, but have at length been compelled to go to press without it. We understand both the Post Office steam vessels were detained on the Howth station last night. It is not very easy to conceive how so extraordinary a proceeding as this can be justified. At no period within our recollection was the public mind wound up to so high a pitch of anxiety for intelligence from the other side of the Channel as it was yesterday; and yet this day of mingled doubt, and hope, and

Here the Post-Master's ready to do any thing
For a knighthood-except disoblige his good K-
Believe me this seems a most feasible plan:
Start from Holyhead, prithee, as fast as you can;-
I'll have ev'ry thing ready to-morrow, and so

We

may yet have a very good chance of the show.

To save time, I'll send over S

H to you

With this letter forthwith, so, most gracious, adieu!

Δ

Half-past Ten, P. M.

B. B.

fearful apprehension, was the first that passed over for many months without public advices from Holyhead. The whole correspondence of the country too has been interrupted by this detention of the mails. The convenience, and perhaps the interests, of merchants, traders, and individuals, have not been more considered than the feelings of the public."

LETTER III.

AN EPISTLE FROM DUBLIN JERRY TO

LONDON DICK.

Describing the Preparations made for receiving the K

I WRITE to you, Dick, in a frolic some style,
Just to mention the news which has made us all

smile;

Which states, (and I hope not by way of a hoax,
Since the Irish are not at all fond of such jokes,)
That your Khas determin'd our land to survey,
Through the special advice of his friend CH;
Who gave up to England our parliament dear,
And, by way of return, brings his My here!

H we saw,

God help us! 'tis long since a M-
power and presence to keep us in awe.

By his