I set up all Knigt to set down to rite u a bout a horrit deed that has
put all the grate Law yers to work, and has been a drawin Thiers from
the Nayshuns hies. It is a shock King crime, no less than a shoot in at
the Queen. The assassin-hating will-in was quite in low life—nort but a
pot-boy! (not as that is any dis-a-peerage-ment; for I here there is
Potts a arch deecon, and Fill pots a Bishup;) but he did not ware his
best to go before her Mad-jest-i, but own lie his work-a-day close,
which I think was tatterd and torne, for I hurd mast her say he went
there with ragged Side intenshuns. One thing is de-litefull to no, that
the Queen got off as well as the pistoll, witch the will-in tuk. From
the way he prescented the weppon, it is thort he is one of the leveling
classes, though it is won-durd what his aim could be. Sum say he wos
like Sir Wall-ter scots True Bar door,
"Burn-in with luv—to fire for fame;"
which I cant see, as that true bar door came "beneath his lades windo;"
but this pot-boy went into the O pen park, and turn'd the Queen quite
pail, a shoot in thru the pail-ings! The Public in dig Nashun nose no
bounds: the Public Houses of the People, with their benches and their
bar, are to Congrat tulerate the Queen on her he scape from the pot-boy.
He was a errand will-in; and as he was tuk in one Park, i understand he
is to be tried by another, wot is as good a Judge as he. His name is
oxford, and a hug lie feller he is, tho no feller, I am tolld, of the
Oxford wot has a call edge on the banks of the Ices, which is a river,
you No, and, I spoze, is all ways froze. They say the grand jury cant
help find in a true Bill aginst him, which reminds me of my own true
Bill, who lives with farm her Constant. Give my luv to him, and all so
kep it for yourself; and so for the present good buy. Yours till deth,