are all abroad here concerning it--by the bye, how are you all at
home--to say the least, it certainly does look very ugly. Mrs. P.,
I hope, has improved in appearance. Something terrible is
evidently about to happen. I intend to pay you a visit shortly. I
trust we may not have to encounter any more Guys--you may expect
to see me on my Friday. I can only add my prayers for the nation's
safety and my compliments to Mrs. Punch and the young P.s.

Yours ever,

MONTEAGLE.

P.S. Let me have your advice and your last Number immediately I
have made a few notes, and paid the postage.

The following is the letter referred to by the Baron Jamescrow:--

MY LORD,--Being known to some of your friends I would advise you,
as you tender your peace and quiet, to devise some excuse to shift
off your attendance at your house (clearly the House of
Lords--_Monteagle_), for fire and brimstone have united to destroy
the enemies of man (evidently gunpowder, lucifer-matches, and the
Peers--_Monteagle_). Think not lightly of my advertisement (see
_Dispatch_), but retire yourself in the country (I should think I
would--_Monteagle_), where you may abide in safety; for though
there be no appearance of any _punæ_; (what the deuce does this
mean? Puny's little--_Monteagle_), yet they will receive a
terrible blow-up (By punæ he means members of Parliament, and he
_is_ another Guy!--_Monteagle_); yet they shall not see who hurts
them, though the place shall be purified and the enemy completely