The Ayrshire Legatees

Tell Mrs. Glibbans that I have not heard of no sound preacher as yet in

London--the want of which is no doubt the great cause of the crying sins

of the place. What would she think to hear of newspapers selling by tout

of horn on the Lord's day? and on the Sabbath night, the change-houses

are more throng than on the Saturday! I am told, but as yet I cannot say

that I have seen the evil myself with my own eyes, that in the summer

time there are tea-gardens, where the tradesmen go to smoke their pipes

of tobacco, and to entertain their wives and children, which can be

nothing less than a bringing of them to an untimely end. But you will be

surprised to hear, that no such thing as whusky is to be had in the

public-houses, where they drink only a dead sort of beer; and that a

bottle of true jennyinn London porter is rarely to be seen in the whole

town--all kinds of piple getting their porter in pewter cans, and a

laddie calls for in the morning to take away what has been yoused over

night. But what I most miss is the want of creem. The milk here is just

skimm, and I doot not, likewise well watered--as for the water, a drink

of clear wholesome good water is not within the bounds of London; and

truly, now may I say, that I have learnt what the blessing of a cup of

cold water is.

Tell Miss Nanny Eydent, that the day of the burial is now settled, when

we are going to Windsor Castle to see the precesson--and that, by the end

of the wick, she may expect the fashions from me, with all the

particulars. Till then, I am, my dear Miss Mally, your friend and

well-wisher, JANET PRINGLE.

Noto Beny.--Give my kind compliments to Mrs. Glibbans, and let her

know, that I will, after Sunday, give her an account of the state of the

Gospel in London.

* * * * * Miss Mally paused when she had read the letter, and it was unanimously

agreed, that Mrs. Pringle gave a more full account of London than either

father, son, or daughter.

By this time the night was far advanced, and Mrs. Glibbans was rising to

go away, apprehensive, as she observed, that they were going to bring

"the carts" into the room. Upon Miss Mally, however, assuring her that

no such transgression was meditated, but that she intended to treat them

with a bit nice Highland mutton ham, and eggs, of her own laying, that

worthy pillar of the Relief Kirk consented to remain.