WO Letter.on Affairs in General. (Jun, 
course.produced a suitable sensation. Steady people declared, by land 
or water, against going to Vauxhall altogether. The shop in Oxford~» 
street was put into mourning for “ Mr. James,” and the “ Stock” an- 
nounced, in large black-edged bills, to be sold off three hundred per’ 
cent. under prime cost, for the “benefit of the widow.” In the mean 
time, boats went out in all directions, raking the bottom of the river,” 
and pulling up every thing Jut «Mr. James.” Every body they found: 
drowned, they carried up to the Pantheon to be “ owned ;” but still, 
every fresh person they brought, Mr. Mallcott said, «that was not the 
right.” When, lo! on the morning of the 17th inst., just as the sale, 
three hundred per cent. under cost price, for the benefit of Mrs. James,. 
was to have commenced, came the following terrific exposure in the 
Morning Herald newspaper ; and, what was worse, upon immense pla~ 
cards in the window of a rival hosier :-— 
: “ To the Editor of the Morning Herald. 5 aie 
“¢ SIR,—An account appeared in your paper last week, of an ACCIDENT 
haying happened to a party returning from Vauxhall by water, by which a Mr. JAMES, 
of Oxford-street, was unfortunately DROWNED. I think it right to inform you, 
and through you the Public, that the whole account is an INFAMOUS FABRICA-~ 
TION. 
_ Thereis NO such person as JAMES in the house—there was NO ACCIDENT— 
there is NO WIDOW to sell for /—I\ think it right, therefore, to guard the Public from 
such DISGUSTING IMPOSITIONS, that they may at least go to market with 
their eyes open.—A CONSTANT READER.—June 15.” 
.The propriety of people going, not only “to market,” but every’ 
where else, “ with their eyes open,” it was quite impossible to question ; 
and the public, enraged to find that no mischief had taken place, re- 
solved not to buy the calicoes and ginghams, although they were to be. 
given away for nothing. 
. What a strange variety of orders and interests we shall have jumbled* 
together in this new House of Commons! Here is Mr. Bish, who is the. 
manager of Drury-lane theatre, is a member of Parliament. And Mr. 
ye who keeps Vauxhall, isa member of Parliament. And Mr. D. W.. 
larvey, who is (or was) the proprietor of a Sunday newspaper—he is a 
member of Parliament. And Mr. Hunt, who makes blacking in St. 
George’s Fields—and Mr. Cobbett, whom men call “ Bone-grubber,” 
and “ rogue” and « rascal”—they are setting up to be members of 
Parliament! There is no objection to any of this; but it amounts to. 
the odd! I am glad that Mr. Butterworth is thrown out at Doyer, 
because he is a saint, and “serious.” I hate people that are “ serious.” 
« Never trust a tailor,” says the poet, “ who does not sing at his work ; 
his mind’s on nothing but filching!” And I am glad that Peter Moore’ 
has lost at Coventry, because he wore the vilest wig always, except one 
that belonged to the late Major Cartwright, that ever issued from the 
hands of a barber: a most wicked wig—an unnatural scratch ;_ all the 
world must recollect it : a most transparently and inexcusably-detestable. 
caxon'! Besides, all gentlemen above fifty look best in grey hairs, or 
powder. on 
“The changes of the times are giving rise to songs out of number, — 
which celebrate the old style, and lament innovation, or vice vers a 
heard part of one of these the other day, as I was passing throug _" 
ps ‘which wept for the decline in the true spirit of “ robbery, "—the'! 
change from force to artifice—which has been “brought about since’ he® 
ntidiidigPithe Yast ‘centary;! to acc! sat sd yao Sivow SI | ROSS Sor” 
rol 30:5 09% When'thieves had a bold [it went] as well a8 a sly way, 
ei) 29800. “And! went with pistols on:the highway,” &c. &e- 
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