What a prime contributor he would have made !-but, to be sure, he was a Whig.

ODOHERTY.

So am I.-For that matter, half your best contributors are Whigs, I take it.

EDITOR,

Mum, for that, Ensign.-But, at least, I have nothing to do with the Scotch Kangaroo Canaille.

They're a dirty, dull, detestable set.-I hate them all-I despise them allxcept little Jeffrey.

ODOHERTY.

He's a clever chap, certainly, I have not given him a dressing these two ears;—I shall give you a song upon him one of these days.

EDITOR.

Do.-What's a-foot among the Tumbledowns?

ODOHERTY.

The Holland-house gentry are chuckling very much over a little tid-bit of lasphemy, sent over by a certain learned Lord from Italy,-'tis call'd the Irish Advent," 'tis a base parody on the Advent of our Saviour,-'tis irculated widely among the same Thebans who blarney'd about Hogg's Challee.

Hogg's Chaldee!-good,

EDITOR.

ODOHERTY.

You would notice the puffs about another thing, called "the Royal Proress;"-they say 'tis writ by Mrs Morgan's ex-chevalier; and I can believe t, for it is equally dull and disloyal.

EDITOR.

Are these all the news you have picked up. How do the minor periodicals ell?

ODOHERTY.

Worse and worse. Taylor and Hessey are going down like the devil.— Colburn pays like a hero, for what you would fling into the fire. The copyight of the European was disposed of t'other day for about £1600, back num ers, plates, and all included. "Twas about the best of them.

EDITOR.

I hope old Sir Richard is thriving.

ODOHERTY.

Capitally. He circulates between three and four thousand; and his adertisements are very profitable.-Why don't you sport a little extra matter of cover.

EDITOR.

At present mine are mostly preserves. I'll enlarge them, if you won't oach.

Very fair. 'Tis the only Gentleman's Magazine, besides your own.

EDITOR.

What is that thing called the Gazette of Fashion?

ODOHERTY.

'Tis a poor imitation of the Literary Gazette. Mr

they say,

patronizes it; but this can't be true, for it attacks, very shamefully, the man who did HIM more good than any body else ever will be able to do him, here or hereafter.

EDITOR.

Hercles' vein with a vengeance! You've been studying the Ecclectic, one would think.

VOL. XI.

ЗА

ODOHE

The Ecclectic is not so poor an affair as you insinuate, Mr Christopher. The principal writers tip us a little of the Snuffle and Whine,-but you are up to that yourself, when it serves your turn. Montgomery's articles are such as you would like very well to lay your own fist upon, I fancy.

EDITOR.

If Foster still writes in it, they have one of the first thinkers in England beneath their banner. I wish you would read him, before you begin to the auto-biography you've been talking about these three years.

Coleridge's did not pay.

ODOHERTY.

EDITOR.

But yours may,-nay, will,-must pay. I'll insure you of £3000 if you go to "the proper man. I intend to give him the first offer of my own great work, my Armenian Grammar, which is now nearly ready for press.

ODOHERTY.

Your name will sell any thing. Is there much personality in the notes?

EDITOR.

I have cut up the commentators here and there. I have fixed an indelible stigma on old Scioppius,

ODOHERTY.

I'll defy you to write a sermon without being personal.

EDITOR.

I'll defy Dr Chalmers to do that. He is deuced severe on the Glasgow Bailies and Professors! I am told.

Jocular topics. 'Twas an arch-deacon sent me the Irish Melodies, which I know you have been owning every where for your own.

ODOHERTY.

I follow one great rule,-never to own any thing that is my own, nor deny any thing that is not my own.

EDITOR.

'Tis the age of owning and disowning. It was a long while or I believed Hope to be Anastasius.

ODOHERTY.

It will be a long while ere I believe that Anastasius wrote those quartos about mahogany. I believe he might furnish the wood, but, by Jericho, did he carve it at all?

EDITOR.

You are an incorrigible Irishman. Have you any news from your own country? It seems to be in a fine state.

ODOHERTY.

Why, for that matter, I think we are very common-place in our national diversions. Sir William Chambers complained of nature being monotonous, for furnishing only earth, air, and water. Blood and whisky may sum up all the amusements of the Irish Whigs.-Burning, throat-cutting, shooting an old proctor or policeman-that's all. They fight in a cowardly fashion. There's my cousin, Tom Magrath, writes me he saw 500 of them run away from about forty gentlemen. One of the chief stimulants the poor devils have, is a prophecy of the papist Bishop Walmesley, (the same that goes under the name of Pastorini,) that the Protestant church is to be destroyed in 1825.

EDITOR.

Why, some few years ago, a godly Squire in Ayrshire here, published thumping book, to prove that Buonaparte would die in 1825, at the siege of Jerusalem. The year 1825 will be a rare one when it comes.

ODOHERTY.

These events will furnish fine materials for a new hour's Tete-a-tete with the public:

EDITOR.

What a world of things will have happened ere 1825 !

ODOHERTY.

You will be knocked up ere then. You talk about your stomach-only see how little remains in the bottle!

EDITOR.

I had finished two ere you came in. I can never write without a bottle beside me. Judge Blackstone followed the same plan, he had always a bottle of port by him while he was at his commentaries. When Addison was composing his Essay on the Evidences, he used to walk up and down the long room in Holland-house-there was a table with the black strap at each end, and he always turned up his little finger twice ere he had polished a sentence to his mind. I believe he took brandy while he was doing the last act of Cato. There is no good writing without one glass.

"Nemo bene potest scribere jejunus."

ODOHERTY.

I prefer smoking, on the whole. But I have no objection to a glass of punch along with it. It clears our mouth.

I

Experto crede Roberto."

EDITOR.

ODOHERTY,

am glad to see you have dropt your cursed humbug articles on German Plays. I hate all that trash. Is Kempferhausen defunct?

I had a present of two aums of Johannisberg from him not a week ago.

ODOHERTY.

The piperly fellow once promised me a few dozens; but he took it amiss that I peppered him so at the Tent.

EDITOR.

I am sure you would have sold it to Ambrose if you had got it,-Will you have some supper?

Excuse me, I never eat supper.

ODOHERTY.

EDITOR. (Rings.)

Waiter, welsh rabbits for five, scolloped oysters for ten, six quarts of porter, and covers for two

WAITER.

It is all ready, sir; Mr Ambrose knew what you would want the moment the Captain came in.

ODOHERTY.

I am thinking seriously of writing some book. What shape do you recommend? I was thinking of a quarto.

EDITOR.

A duodecimo you mean; will a quarto go into a sabretache, or a work-basket, or a ridicule ? Are you the bishop of Winchester?

"

ODOHERTY.

What bookseller do you recommend? [These are prime powldoodies!

Ebony to be sure, if he will give the best price. But be sure you don't abuse his good temper. There was a worthy young man done up only a few months ago by the Cockney poets. He gave £100 to one for a bundle of verses, (I forget the title,) of which just 30 copies were sold. They were all at him like leeches, and he was soon sucked to the bone. You must not tip Ebony any shabby trash-you must be upon honour, Mr Odoherty. You have a great name, and you must support it. If you mind your hits, you may rise as high as anybody I know in any of the slang lines.

ODOHERTY.

The Ecclectic is not so poor an affair as you insinuate, Mr Christopher. The principal writers tip us a little of the Snuffle and Whine,-but you are up to that yourself, when it serves your turn. Montgomery's articles are such as you would like very well to lay your own fist upon, I fancy.

EDITOR.

If Foster still writes in it, they have one of the first thinkers in England beneath their banner. I wish you would read him, before you begin to the auto-biography you've been talking about these three years.

Coleridge's did not pay.

But yours may,-nay,

will,-must pay. I'll insure you of £3000 if you go to "the proper man. I intend to give him the first offer of my own great work, my Armenian Grammar, which is now nearly ready for press.

ODOHERTY.

Your name will sell any thing. Is there much personality in the notes?

EDITOR.

I have cut up the commentators here and there. I have fixed an indelible stigma on old Scioppius,

ODOHERTY.

I'll defy you to write a sermon without being personal.

EDITOR.

I'll defy Dr Chalmers to do that. He is deuced severe on the Glasgow Bailies and Professors! I am told.

Jocular topics. 'Twas an arch-deacon sent me the Irish Melodies, which I know you have been owning every where for your own.

ODOHERTY.

I follow one great rule,-never to own any thing that is my own, nor deny any thing that is not my own.

EDITOR.

'Tis the age of owning and disowning. It was a long while or I believed Hope to be Anastasius.

ODOHERTY.

It will be a long while ere I believe that Anastasius wrote those quartos about mahogany. I believe he might furnish the wood, but, by Jericho, did he carve it at all?

EDITOR.

You are an incorrigible Irishman. Have you any news from your own country? It seems to be in a fine state.

ODOHERTY.

Why, for that matter, I think we are very common-place in our national diversions. Sir William Chambers complained of nature being monotonous, for furnishing only earth, air, and water. Blood and whisky may sum up all the amusements of the Irish Whigs.-Burning, throat-cutting, shooting an old proctor or policeman-that's all. They fight in a cowardly fashion. There's my cousin, Tom Magrath, writes me he saw 500 of them run away from about forty gentlemen. One of the chief stimulants the poor devils have, is a prophecy of the papist Bishop Walmesley, (the same that goes under the name of Pastorini,) that the Protestant church is to be destroyed in 1825.

EDITOR.

Why, some few years ago, a godly Squire in Ayrshire here, published thumping book, to prove that Buonaparte would die in 1825, at the siege of Jerusalem. The year 1825 will be a rare one when it comes.

ODOHERTY.

These events will furnish fine materials for a new hour's Tete-a-tete with the public.

EDITOR.

What a world of things will have happened ere 1825 !

ODOHERTY.

You will be knocked up ere then. You talk about your stomach-only see now little remains in the bottle!

EDITOR.

I had finished two ere you came in. I can never write without a bottle beide me. Judge Blackstone followed the same plan, he had always a bottle of port by him while he was at his commentaries. When Addison was comDosing his Essay on the Evidences, he used to walk up and down the long room n Holland-house-there was a table with the black strap at each end, and he lways turned up his little finger twice ere he had polished a sentence to his aind.-I believe he took brandy while he was doing the last act of Cato. There is no good writing without one glass.

"Nemo bene potest scribere jejunus."

ODOHERTY.

I prefer smoking, on the whole. But I have no objection to a glass of punch long with it. It clears our mouth.

"Experto crede Roberto."

I am glad to see you have 'lays. I hate all that trash.

EDITOR.

ODOHERTY,

dropt your cursed humbug articles on German Is Kempferhausen defunct?

EDITOR.

I had a present of two aums of Johannisberg from him not a week ago.

ODOHERTY.

The piperly fellow once promised me a few dozens; but he took it amiss that peppered him so at the Tent.

EDITOR.

I am sure you would have sold it to Ambrose if you had got it,-Will you ave some supper?

Excuse me, I never eat supper.

ODOHERTY.

EDITOR. (Rings.)

Waiter, welsh rabbits for five, scolloped oysters for ten, six quarts of porter, nd covers for two

WAITER.

It is all ready, sir; Mr Ambrose knew what you would want the moment he Captain came in.

ODOHERTY.

I am thinking seriously of writing some book. What shape do you recomend? I was thinking of a quarto.

EDITOR.

A duodecimo you mean; will a quarto go into a sabretache, or a work-basket, ra ridicule ? Are you the bishop of Winchester?

What bookseller do you recommend? [These are prime powldoodies!]

EDITOR.

Ebony to be sure, if he will give the best price. But be sure you don't buse his good temper. There was a worthy young man done up only a ew months ago by the Cockney poets. He gave £100 to one for a bundle f verses, (I forget the title,) of which just 30 copies were sold. They were ll at him like leeches, and he was soon sucked to the bone. You must not ip Ebony any shabby trash-you must be upon honour, Mr Odoherty. You ave a great name, and you must support it. If you mind your hits, you may ise as high as anybody I know in any of the slang lines.

You flatter me! Butter!

ODOHERTY.