Kind Sir, I've Read Your Paper Through, And, Faith, To Me 'Twas Really New! How Guess'D Ye, Sir, What Maist I Wanted? This Mony A Day I've Grain'D And Gaunted, To Ken What French Mischief Was Brewin'; Or What The Drumlie Dutch Were Doin'; That Vile Doup-Skelper, Emperor Joseph, If Venus Yet Had Got His Nose Off; Or How The Collieshangie Works Atween The Russians And The Turks: Or If The Swede, Before He Halt, Would Play Anither Charles The Twalt: If Denmark, Any Body Spak O'T; Or Poland, Wha Had Now The Tack O'T; How Cut-Throat Prussian Blades Were Hingin'; How Libbet Italy Was Singin'; If Spaniard, Portuguese, Or Swiss Were Sayin' Or Takin' Aught Amiss: Or How Our Merry Lads At Hame, In Britain'S Court Kept Up The Game: How Royal George, The Lord Leuk O'Er Him! Was Managing St. Stephen'S Quorum; If Sleekit Chatham Will Was Livin'; Or Glaikit Charlie Got His Nieve In: How Daddie Burke The Plea Was Cookin', If Warren Hastings' Neck Was Yeukin; How Cesses, Stents, And Fees Were Rax'D, Or If Bare A--S Yet Were Tax'D; The News O' Princes, Dukes, And Earls, Pimps, Sharpers, Bawds, And Opera Girls; If That Daft Buckie, Geordie Wales, Was Threshin' Still At Hizzies' Tails; Or If He Was Grown Oughtlins Douser, And No A Perfect Kintra Cooser. A' This And Mair I Never Heard Of; And But For You I Might Despair'D Of. So, Gratefu', Back Your News I Send You, And Pray, A' Guid Things May Attend You! Ellisland, Monday Morning, 1790.