270 'OLD q' 



same day. The Duke hath rung the bell for supper, and 

 says, 'How can you write such stuft"?' 



' And as we conclude, 

 As 'tis fitting we should, 

 For the sake of our food ; 

 So don't think this rude. 

 Would my name was " Gertrude," 

 Or, Simon and Jude.' 



P.S. — The writers of this employ great part of their 

 time in reading Les Contes Tartades, and like them ex- 

 tremely — I mean the two principal writers. 



For my part, I am forced to say I like them, to flatter 

 the Duchess. 



Duke Disney ^ is not yet come to Mr. Dormer's. The 

 old soldier (General Dormer) is there, and can now lend 

 you better fun. There is a cock pheasant at Child Grove 

 that is certainly a witch ; Mr. White cannot kill it, though 

 he shoots in a Portuguese habit. 



There is a gentleman, that shall be nameless, that hath 

 turned two or three brace of foxes into his garden to 

 prevent being overstocked with poultry. The Duchess 

 would not venture to keep a peacock here, if anybody 

 would give her one. We liked our mushrooms here very 

 well, till General Dormer told us they were tame ones. 



J. G. 



It is a pitty — I should spell pity with a double t. It 

 is a pity, I say, that so much plain paper should lie waste. 

 We have a great deal more wit, but no more time. There 

 is proper care taken that this may not be thought plain 

 paper. C. Q. 



' A nickname given to Colonel Henry Disney. 



