theatrical line?"—"Never."—"Could you not write me a pretty smart novel? I give a very good price. Mrs. Devon, a famous writter, she wrote the Perseverance of Perplexity, and the Lavish Landlord. She has, first and last, had twelve guineas of my money. I have a letter in my pocket here, that will shew you the kind of applications I receive." Our hero accordingly perused the following epistle:—
"Mr. Jeffery Lawhunt;
"Sir;—Having been in business in the child-bed linen way, and not finding things answer, I have been advised by my friends to set up in the litterary line, which they tell me requires little capital, and so no wonder so many poor people takes after it;"—('A very just remark,' observed Lawhunt;)—"so I am a vriting a novel, with plenty of
