The thing will not do.

In the meantime, Miss Long hath become quite cruel to Wellesley Pole, and divides her favor equally between Lords Killeen and Kilworth, two as simple Irishmen as ever gave birth to a bull.

I wish to Hymen that she were fairly married, for all this pother gives one a disgusting picture of human nature." A disgusting pictur of human nature, indeed--and isn't he who moralizes about it, and she to whom he writes, a couple of pretty heads in the same piece?
Which, Mr.Yorke, is the wust, the scandle or the scandle-mongers?
See what it is to be a moral man of fashn.

Fust, he scrapes togither all the bad stoaries about all the people of his acquentance--he goes to a ball, and laffs or snears at everybody there--he is asked to a dinner, and brings away, along with meat and wine to his heart's content, a sour stomick filled with nasty stories of all the people present there.

He has such a squeamish appytite, that all the world seems to DISAGREE with him.