such names have appeared, not only respecting the York Asylum, but other houses of the same description. That the Inquiries into the Abuses committed in several of the Hospitals for Insane persons has been productive of much benefit, I do not doubt; but I cannot think that there is any necessity whatever for disclosing to the publick the names of the patients. Yours, &c. A CONSTANT READER.

THE CANTER.

Yet, oh! how soothing the assi duities of these gentlemen!-Mr. A. putting hand to chin, did certainly remember having seen such books. Mr. B. was pretty sure he once sold a Plantin, or it might perhaps have been a Franklin's, Sophocles. Mr. C. shewed several copies from the presses of Bliss and Foulis. Mr. D. said, very confidently, he knew all the three publications, that he did, and nobody better, he might own that; but they were out of print just now: and, upon his word, in his own opi nion, the Oxford and the Glasgow

ungula campum,

VIRG. EN. VIII. 596.

Good Sylvanus Urban,

Hed, and jaded to death: all owERE am I, shaken, and splashing to your friend A's. Es. Ss. who, in your Magazine for November, pp. 419, 420. so temptingly demonstrates the rarity of his Greek Tragedians in miniature. On perusing his Letter, I lost not an hour; I let no grass grow under my hobby's feet: but, bridling and saddling forthwith, thrust plenty of cash into my purse, and your Magazine into my pocket, and with a light heart and rein set off on a Cantering expedition to No. 143, High Holborn, where I found the dear good man most luckily at his desk. Rubbing my knuckles with joyous eagerness, I exclaimed without alighting, to the amazement of gaping passers-by: "Come, Mr. P. make haste. Shew us your little thingumbobs! Mullum in parvo! hey! Icod! you know what's what: you know how to make hay while the moon shines: you know how to charge for a choice article."-Judge of my disappointment.-By Aldus and Elzevir! By Caxton and Wynken de Worde! there was not one EsCHYLUS, EURIPIDES, or SOPHOCLES, of either Plantin edition, left in the shop!!!

Thence I briskly tolutated to all the other courteous retailers of Greek

Literature. Alas! Sir: with the splendid but solitary exception of Mr. H. in Piccadilly, who exhibited one greenclad Euripides with his fidus Achates Eschylus in a similarly verd-antique garb, [viridi tegmine, Brant. Stult. Nav.] price only six pounds sixteen shillings and sixpence ;. .1 inquired of all, without success.

were upon much better paper. Mr. E. put into my hands a huge folio work on Plants, finding I talked about planting: he called it MILLER'S DICTIONARY. Lastly, Mr. F. positively could not say; he really did not know: he was rather out at present; but (politely bowing) he would get some from the printer's for me, if I would leave my address, or let him know when I meant to call again.

In this dilemma, I betook me to Book Auctions. At THE MART are generally put up modern editions. In Fleet-street, Mr. S. has now Mr. Bagster's voluminous sale. In the Strand, Mr. S. late Messrs. L. and S. had the valuable property of Wm. Alexander, esq. F. S. A. and L. S. of the British Museum. In the Catalogue there I noticed, as a last resource, lot 351,

Lincolne Nosegay, beynge a brefe Table of certaine bokes in the pos session of Maister Thomas Frognall Dibdin, clerk. Which Bookes be to be sold to him who shall gyve the moste for the same.' Qu. Where is his shop? Messrs. K. bad trade sales. In Pall-mall, Mr. E. had the late D. of N's library, and immediately afterwards that of the Rev. R. O. under his thumb and hammer. Not one of my beloved, my darling little rarities among all the lumber! Alas! my beautiful, my brave ! *

Tired of Cantering, I now draw my rein,

Inveni portum; spes et fortuna, valete: Sat me lusistis :-Ludite nunc alios. MUSEUS, a Cantab. M.A. yet who knows a hawk from a hernshaw t.

such names have appeared, not only respecting the York Asylum, but other houses of the same description. That the Inquiries into the Abuses committed in several of the Hospitals for Insane persons has been productive of much benefit, I do not doubt; but I cannot think that there is any necessity whatever for disclosing to the publick the names of the patients. Yours, &c. A CONSTANT READER.

THE CANTER.

Yet, oh! how soothing the assiduities of these gentlemen!-Mr. A. putting hand to chin, did certainly remember having seen such books. Mr. B. was pretty sure he once sold a Plantin, or it might perhaps have been a Franklin's, Sophocles. Mr. C. shewed several copies from the presses of Bliss and Foulis. Mr. D. said, very confidently, he knew all the three publications, that he did, and nobody better, he might own that; but they were out of print just now: and, upon his word, in his own opinion, the Oxford and the Glasgow

ungula campum,

VIRG. EN. VIII. 596.

Good Sylvanus Urban, HERE am I, shaken, and splashed, and jaded to death: all owing to your friend Es. Es. Ss. who, in your Magazine for November, pp. 419, 420. so temptingly demonstrates the rarity of his Greek Tragedians in miniature. On perusing his Letter, I lost not an hour; I let no'grass grow under my hobby's feet: but, bridling and saddling forthwith, thrust plenty of cash into my purse, and your Magazine into my pocket, and with a light heart and rein set off on a Cantering expedition to No. 143, High Holborn, where I found the dear good man most luckily at his desk. Rubbing my knuckles with joyous eagerness, I exclaimed without alighting, to the amazement of gaping passers-by: "Come, Mr. P. make haste. Shew us your little thingumbobs! Multum in parvo! hey! Icod! you know what's what: you know how to make hay while the moon shines: you know how to charge for a choice article."-Judge of my disappointment.-By Aldus and Elzevir! By Caxton and Wynken de Worde! there was not one EsCHYLUS, EURIPIDES, or SOPHOCLES, of either Plantin edition, left in the shop!!!

Thence I briskly tolutated to all the other courteous retailers of Greek Literature. Alas! Sir: with the splendid but solitary exception of Mr. H. in Piccadilly, who exhibited one greenclad Euripides with his fidus Achates Eschylus in a similarly verd-antique garb, [viridi tegmine, Brant. Stult. Nav.] price only six pounds sixteen shillings and sixpence ;. quired of all, without success.

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were upon much better paper. Mr. E. put into my hands a huge folio work on Plants, finding I talked about planting: he called it MILLER'S DICTIONARY. Lastly, Mr. F. positively could not say; he really did not know: he was rather out at present; but (politely bowing) he would get some from the printer's for me, if I would leave my address, or let him know when I meant to call again.

In this dilemma, I betook me to Book Auctions. At THE MART are generally put up modern editions. In Fleet-street, Mr. S. has now Mr. Bagster's voluminous sale. In the Strand, Mr. S. late Messrs. L. and S. had the valuable property of Wm. Alexander, esq. F. S. A. and L. S. of the British Museum. In the Catalogue there I noticed, as a last resource, lot 351,

Lincolne Nosegay, beynge a brefe Table of certaine bokes in the possession of Maister Thomas Frognall Dibdin, clerk. Which Bookes be to be sold to him who shall gyve the moste for the same.' Qu. Where is his shop? Messrs. K. had trade sales. In Pall-mall, Mr. E. had the late D. of N's library, and immediately afterwards that of the Rev. R. O. under his thumb and hammer. Not one of my beloved, my darling little rarities among all the lumber! Alas! my beautiful, my brave ! *

Tired of Cantering, I now draw my rein.

Inveni portum; spes et fortuna, valete: Sat me lusistis :-Ludite nunc alios. MUSEUs, a Cantab. M.A. yet who knows a hawk from a hernshaw t.