the King fell ill; but Sir Walter Young was
not so fortunate, who would have kissed the
present King's hand, and was refused, though
his cousin my Lord Churchill was his
mediator, but he was told a time was near in
which his reality would appear, and after that
he should. My wise Lord Max. is, I believe,
at the same pass; for he confesses he had
employed a friend, but had not heard from
him since. * * * *
no mortal knows, nor is it very material; my
Lord Devon refused to appear at Council
when the first proclamation was signed, not
as a whig, for he is much otherways, but
thinks the death of a King dissolves the
Privy Council, and it would be a lessening to
his quality to obey a summons from men out
of commission. Dartmouth is Master of
the Horse, at which Portsmouth storms in her
own lodgings; but when she desired to speak
with his Majesty she could not come within
three rooms of him, without sending for the
Groom of the Stole (my Lord Peterborough)
to get her admitted (as other people now do).
He brought her through the rooms, and she
went into the closet, but nobody heard what
passed there, though it is said the King said
he would take care of her son (the Duke of
Richmond) if she would leave him to him,
but that he would have a Master of the Horse
who was able to execute the office. He
received Colonel Strang. and Wad. very "kindly,
acknowledging their constant fidelity, and
promising to do them good, and continued
him Colonel; in fine you will see rewards
and punishments come mightily in fashion,
and a more active prince than has been since
Queen Elizabeth. The King has given the
regiment he was colonel of when Duke, to
the Prince. Col. Werden is Cofferer, the
Lord Lieutenant and Deputies of Surrey
dined together two days to consult about
knights of the shire. Some proposed S.
R. M.; but he declined, and three were
named, Sr. A. Bm., Sr. J. V., and Sr. E. E., so
they are to agree which of the two shall
stand, but should Onslow, E. E., or Sr. N. Ca.
stand, I doubt them much.

"It is said there is a written or printed
order for mourning, but I have not seen it.
Earls' coaches are wholly in mourning;
officers must have a coloured cloak; in fine,
I do not know very well, but Earls must
wear long cloaks; all must wear cloth
waistcoats and little cuffs. The Queen Dowager's
court wears cambric, all others muslin. The
Queen Dowager puts off her maids,—Mrs.
Swan and Villiers go to the young Queen,
the rest to their friends, and pages of honour
must go home too; every part lessens to an
atom, so there will be great frugality in
fashion. The King says he will keep no
more servants than he can pay quarterly.
Have you heard how concerned the common
people were for the King's sickness? they
cried as they walked the streets, and great
sadness in all faces, and great crowds at all
the gates, which were kept shut to keep
out the rabble; yet to all the extravagant
reports they have made they fancy this King
in his speech at Council declared he would
be of the Protestant religion, and that he
had promised his brother so much, and had
taken the sacrament on't, so they came
thick and threefold to see him at chapel, but
they said they could not see him because he
was gone to the Abbey, and that next
Sunday he would be at St. Martin's."

We have deciphered several of the initials,
and further research might explain all. The
historical interest of the letter is not to be
doubted.

DOCTOR PABLO.

A YOUNG ship-surgeon who had made
several voyages, set out about thirty-five
years ago, on board a rotten old three-
master, commanded by a worn-out captain.
The ship was named Le Cultivateur, and
the young surgeon was named Paul de la
Gironière. He came of Breton race; feared
nothing, and loved adventure.

After touching in sundry ports, the old
three-master reached the Philippine Islands,
and anchored near the little town of Cavita,
in the bay of Manilla. There, the young
doctor obtained leave to live ashore until
the vessel sailed again; and having found
lodgings in the town, he began to amuse
himself in the open air with his gun. He
mixed with the natives, and picked up
what he could of their language, increasing
at the same time his knowledge of
Spanish.

At the end of four months—in September,
eighteen hundred and twenty—cholera
broke out at Manilla, and soon spread over
the island. Mortality was terrible among
the Indians; and, as often happens with
Indians, and used to happen often among
Europeans when people were more ignorant
than they are now, the belief arose that
somebody was poisoning the wells. No
suspicion, fell upon the Spanish
masters of the island, who were dying with
the rest; but there were several French
ships in the harbour, and it was therefore
settled that the wells were poisoned by the
French.

On the ninth of October a horrible massacre
began at Manilla and Cavita. The old
captain of the Cultivateur was one of the
first victims. Almost all the French residents
in Manilla were assassinated, and their houses
pillaged and destroyed.

Monsieur Paul the doctor, who was known
on shore as Doctor Pablo, contrived to escape
in good time to his ship. As soon as he was
on board, his services were wanted by the
mate of an American vessel, who had
received a poniard wound. That having been
dressed, the doctor next heard from several
French captains that one of their number,