LITERARY ADVERTISEMENT.

Wanted--Authors of all-work to job for the season,

No matter which party, so faithful to neither;

Good hacks who, if posed for a rhyme or a reason.

Can manage, like ******, to do without either.

If in jail, all the better for out-o'-door topics;

Your jail is for travellers a charming retreat;

They can take a day's rule for a trip to the Tropics,

And sail round the world at their ease in the Fleet.

For a dramatist too the most useful of schools--

He can study high life in the King's Bench community;

Aristotle could scarce keep him more _within rules_,

And of _place_ he at least must adhere to the _unity_.

Any lady or gentleman, come to an age

To have good "Reminiscences" (three-score or higher)

Will meet with encouragement--so much, _per_ page,

And the spelling and grammar both found by the buyer.

No matter with _what_ their remembrance is stockt,

So they'll only remember the _quantum_ desired;--

Enough to fill handsomely Two Volumes, _oct_.,

Price twenty-four shillings, is all that's required.

They may treat us, like Kelly, with old _jeu-d'esprits_,

Like Dibdin, may tell of each farcical frolic;

Or kindly inform us, like Madame Genlis,[1]

That gingerbread-cakes always give them the colic.

Wanted also a new stock of Pamphlets on Corn

By "Farmers" and "Landholders"--(worthies whose lands

Enclosed all in bow-pots their attics adorn,

Or whose share of the soil maybe seen on their hands).

No-Popery Sermons, in ever so dull a vein,

Sure of a market;--should they too who pen 'em

Be renegade Papists, like Murtagh O'Sullivan,[2]

Something _extra_ allowed for the additional venom.

Funds, Physics, Corn, Poetry, Boxing, Romance,

All excellent subjects for turning a penny;--

To write upon _all_ is an author's sole chance

For attaining, at last, the least knowledge of _any_.

Nine times out of ten, if his _title_ is good,

The material _within_ of small consequence is;--

Let him only write fine, and, if not understood,

Why--that's the concern of the reader, not his.

_Nota Bene_--an Essay, now printing, to show,

That Horace (as clearly as words could express it)

Was for taxing the Fund-holders, ages ago,

When he wrote thus--"Quodcunque _in Fund is, assess it."_

[1] This lady also favors us, in her Memoirs, with the address of those

apothecaries, who have, from time to time, given her pills that agreed

with her; always desiring that the pills should be ordered "_comme pour

elle_."

[2] A gentleman, who distinguished himself by his evidence before the

Irish Committees.

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