am copying
them down.

BILLY DOO. No. I.

"Monday morning, 2 o'clock.

"'Tis the witching hour of night. Luna illumines my chamber, and falls
upon my sleepless pillow. By her light I am inditing these words to
thee, my Algernon. My brave and beautiful, my soul's lord! when shall
the time come when the tedious night shall not separate us, nor the
blessed day? Twelve! one! two! I have heard the bells chime, and the
quarters, and never cease to think of my husband. My adored Percy,
pardon the girlish confession,--I have kissed the letter at this place.
Will thy lips press it too, and remain for a moment on the spot which
has been equally saluted by your

"MATILDA?"

This was the FUST letter, and was brot to our house by one of the poar
footmin, Fitzclarence, at sicks o'clock in the morning. I thot it was
for life and death, and woak master at that extraornary hour, and gave
it to him. I shall never forgit him, when he red it; he cramped it up,
and he cust and swoar, applying to the lady who roat, the genlmn that
brought it, and me who introjuiced it to his notice such a collection of
epitafs as I seldum hered, excep at Billinxgit. The fact is thiss; for a
fust letter, miss's noat was RATHER too strong and sentymentle. But that
was her way; she was always reading melancholy stoary books--"Thaduse of
Wawsaw," the "Sorrows of MacWhirter," and such like.

After about 6 of them, master never yoused to read them, but handid them
over to me, to see if there was anythink in them which must be answered,
in order to kip up appearuntses. The next letter is

No. II.

"BELOVED! to what strange madnesses will passion lead one! Lady Griffin,
since your avowal yesterday, has not spoken a word to your poor Matilda;
has declared that she will admit no one (heigho! not even you, my
Algernon); and has locked herself in her own dressing-room. I do believe
that she is JEALOUS, and fancies that you were in love with HER! Ha, ha!
I could have told her ANOTHER TALE--n'est-ce pas? Adieu, adieu, adieu! A
thousand thousand million kisses!

"M. G.

"Monday afternoon, 2 o'clock."

There was another letter kem before bedtime; for though me and master
called at the Griffinses, we wairnt aloud to enter at no price. Mortimer
and Fitzclarence grin'd at me, as much as to say we were going to be
relations; but I don't spose master was very sorry when he was obleached
to come back without seeing the fare objict of his affeckshns.

Well