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MRS. RAMSBOTTOM OBJECTS TO BEING PUT IN A PLAY.

Elysium Row, Fulham, July 8, 1825.

MY DEAR B.,--I am in a dreadful state--I see by the play ills, that a Play about our family at Rhymes is in preparation at Common Garden. When I saw the divertisement in the _Currier_, I thought I should have perspired. I never was at Rhymes. I saw my own King, God bless him, crowned--but I neither saw Lues de Sweet nor Charles Deece done anything to, nor never meant to go. What is the Santampoole to me--I don't like Poopery, nor ever did. Pray do you know Mr. Coleman (him as I spoke of before) the itinerary surgeon at Pancras? I am told he cuts out what he likes, of whatever appears at Common Garden, ever since the horses was introduced--if you could contrive to get us emitted, I should be much obligated. Lavy is in a perfect favour about it; and if dear Mr. Ram was not diseased and in his grave, I think he would have gone mad to see our names blackguarded against the walls--besides, there's our cousins--them is more angry than we. In short, I have no doubt but the Play has been caused by some little peake against our family, and I trust to your goodness to get it anniliated beforehand.--Your's, ever, dear B.,

DOROTHEA JULIA RAMSBOTTOM.

P.S. If any of your friends wants a house in a rural situation, our house in Montague-place is still to let.