Your intelackshal natur, respected Barnet, is not fizzickly adapted, so to speak, for encounters of this sort.

You must not indulge in combats with us course bullies of the press: you have not the STAMINY for a reglar set-to.

What, then, is your plan?
In the midst of the mob to pass as quiet as you can: you won't be undistubbed.

Who is?
Some stray kix and buffits will fall to you--mortial man is subjick to such; but if you begin to wins and cry out, and set up for a marter, wo betide you! These remarks, pusnal as I confess them to be, are yet, I assure you, written in perfick good-natur, and have been inspired by your play of the "Sea Capting," and prefiz to it; which latter is on matters intirely pusnal, and will, therefore, I trust, igscuse this kind of ad hominam (as they say) disk-cushion.

I propose, honrabble Barnit, to cumsider calmly this play and prephiz, and to speak of both with that honisty which, in the pantry or studdy, I've been always phamous for.