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my sweetheart, Miss Dorothy Dumpling.--Yes, here it is all over grease, and sealed with a tum- ble--Here John is your master's letter--How much be I to pay-Nothing you fool, don't you see it's frank'd--Oh, here's M. P. on it; that means mustn't pay I suppose--Is there never a                  letter for me, pray--None at all, either to day or                   yesterday---Upon my soul that's very hard; do                   you think there will be e'er a one to-morrow--I really can't say, sir.

So they pour in like hail, 'Till they're off with the mail, With a rattle on, dash, dash away.

Some folks write for fun, And others to dun, Some blaming and others commending: Some letters on love, And others to move Soft friends their hard cash to be tending. Relation dying, Selling, buying, Losing, thriving, Ships arriving, Courting, fighting, Wronging, righting Suits at law, Cash to draw,- Dull and gay, cross and kind, Such a medley you'd find Each scroll to appear on inspection, in writer and theme, That our office would seem Noah's ark by the motley collection.