I thought it would be unkind to deny him, so I chatted a few minutes, and asked him if he would take a cup of tea with me; he accepted my invitation, and I found him the most engaging creature in the world-so tender, so assiduous, so polite; but I have been very ill, Mr. Man in the Moon, ever since, I have a palpitation at the heart, my pulse beats short and quick, I believe I have a constant fever; I sleep very little, and eat little or nothing; my business too is neglected, and Mrs. Shawl, the fancy dress maker, in Bond-street, my constant employer, is constantly making complaints.

"I should have told you, that Mr. Trot (that is the young gentleman's name) is a banker's out-door clerk, and is also a volunteer. I assure you, he looks very well in his regimentals. He was called out the other night, by a drum beating to arms, and to be sure we all of us in the house, Mrs. Tattle the landlady, Mrs. Fidgit, in the first floor, and Mr. Fag, the reviewer, in the garret, thought that the French were coming; but it turned out to be nothing more than a little boy amusing himself with a Bartholomew fair drum. I am sure I am afraid to go to Bagnigge-wells, or the White-conduit-house with Mr. Trot, for fear he should be wanted at the time upon duty; but I hope, Mr. Man in the Moon, that my fears are groundless. I am, to be sure, fond of seeing Mr. Trot in his regimentals; but then it is walking about with me; and though, perhaps, I should be inclined to follow him to the field, I do not much like the idea

of being mounted up in a baggage waggon. But the question I want most to determine is, Whether I am in love, or not; and if I am, what line of conduct is best to be pursued, as Mr. Trot has never yet (though he looks as if he wished to do it) actually put the question. Pray advise me on these great points before you withdraw your good humoured face from us, and I shall ever remain

"Your obliged humble servant,

FANNY FLUTTER."

Sherrard Street, Golden Square.

Miss Fanny Flutter is certainly in love; whether with the gentleman, or his regimentals, is not quite clear.

As the young gentleman has not asked the lady the question, the lady had better (this being leapyear,) ask it him.

The Man in the Moon takes leave of his friends and the public with courtesy and esteem, and may, perhaps, at some future day, have the pleasure to chat with them again on the great and lesser poli

tics of the times.

Z.

FINIS.

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