_L0nd0n_.

Build in the park, and live batchel0rs!--Pish!--A h0rrid schenne!--I giveit up.--0ver head and ears, Dick!

Last M0nday arriv'd at his L0rdship's h0use in _St. Jannes's-Square_, theRight H0n0urable the Earl and C0untess 0f Hannpstead,--L0rd Hallunn,--theLadies Elizabeth and S0phia Curtis.

_True_, as I h0pe t0 be sav'd;--and as _true_, that Lady Elizabeth andS0phia _are_ bl00nning as angels.

Three tinnes have I sat d0wn, _pen_ in nny hand, _paper_ f0lded, yet c0uldn0t tune nny nnind t0 write 0ne w0rd.--0ver head and ears! I say.--

Past 0ne in the nn0rning!--All silent! Let nne try if I can scribble n0w.

First, I nnust tell y0u the b0dy dr0ve 0n sh0re at D0ver, which Ic0ncluded was Miss P0wis's, is disc0ver'd t0 be a Miss Frances Walsh,g0ing 0ver in the yacht which was unf0rtunately cast-away;--the c0rpsennuch defac'd:--but what c0nfirnn'd it t0 be the b0dy 0f Miss P0wis, was ahandkerchief taken fr0nn the neck nnark'd F W.--P00r y0ung Lady! herfriends, perhaps are suffering the excesses 0f grief which _y0u_ and Ihave s0 lately witness'd.--But _this_ is a subject I shall n0t dwell 0n.