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every se6Hon of the town — according to a person who 

 no doubt did it justice in every respedl.'* 



On the 7th a long serio-comic letter was published 

 which contains the following: — 



" I, William Wastle, junior, declare that, on the 

 anniversary of the St. Andrew's Society, I drank nothing 

 except three bottles of Champagne, a magnum bonum of 

 Chateau Margo, and a tappit hen of Glenlivet : — that 

 previously I laid in a foundation of round and two 

 pounds of haggish, bag included : — that I sat no longer 

 than to the very early hour to which our excellent Presi- 

 dent limited us, in honour of the known temperance of 

 our country on such occasions — and I then went soberly 

 and quietly to roost. I further certify that our Vice- 

 President did creditably second the Chair, and that the 

 Stewards emulated their Chiefs in doing heartfelt justice 

 to the obje6ls that united our Society — charity and good- 

 fellowshtp. That our guests appeared happy, and that 

 we did our utmost to make them so. That the Muses 

 staid with us the entire night, and that CiCERO himself 

 could not have displayed greater fervency and sincerity 

 than was exhibited by the speakers who gratified us on 

 this national and social occasion. That when our appe- 

 tites got appeased, our tastes got querulous, and that we 

 admired the beef while we condemned the mutton, com- 

 plimented the Guinea birds at the expense ot the gihlet 

 pie, sneezed at the Madeira and embraced the Cham- 

 pagne, abused the malt and got rapturously in love with 

 Hoffman. And that which pleased us most was the hap- 

 piness which beamed from one to the other, a hearty 

 participation in the festivities of the day — a desire to 

 enjoy ourselves, and sincere mental expressions that we 



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