36. (T.)

Writing with ink of about the consistency of pitch, which leaves alternately a blot and a blank.

37. (T.)

Writing a long letter with one or more of the cut fingers of your right hand bundled up—or else (for more comfort) with your left hand.

See! (shewing his fingers wrapped up) you might as well stick a pen in a bear's paw, and bid him write:-I have had three letters this morning returned as illegible; and if you will look at what I have just stumped out upon that paper, you'll find they have not complained without some reason.

Sen. I have seen finer writing, undoubtedly; but what do you expect? —it is our fate: other men never meet with these things, while we meet with nothing else. So, too, in reading, as we have just seen; our volumes will neither shut when they are open, nor open when they are shut—and, to come

back to your present accident, our pens are never fit to be used, except when our fingers are not fit to use them;-so it is!

Tes. Yes, yes it is the way of things-so things go Things!-it has come to be a byeword with me, to express, by a sort of shorthand language, the cross-grained twist which takes every plan and action of my life:i Aye, that's so like things," I cry:- But I must leave you in a hurry:can you dine with me to-day? or rather, can you take your chance whether there is any thing fit to be touched?

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Sen. No; but I will do what you have unconsciously suggested, by your last words; I will meet you, on your earliest leisure day, for the purpose of enlarging upon your idea of a bad dinner; when, I doubt not, we shall be able to prove, to each other's satisfaction, that those are the happiest who have no appetites, and consequently eat least. Who it is that "sends cooks," the proverb has long saved us the trouble of guessing; and to

give them their" due," as well as their Sender, most faithful missionaries they are!

Tes. Cooks!-don't name them, Sensitive -for my part, I live now chiefly upon milk, which I am not over fond of, merely that I may have my mess dressed by the pure hand of Nature-for as to Milton, and his “ neathanded Phyllis," she has never yet happened to offer herself to my service.-Yes, I'll talk over the Kitchen with you, as soon as you please, and very eloquent I can be upon it, believe me. I only hope none of the tribe may come athwart me while I am warm with my subject; for it would not have a pretty look to be hanged for strangling a scullion!

Sen. You would escape, Sir ;-no Judge or Jury but would recommend you to mercy; and no King but would extend it.—Yet, on second thoughts, with your leave, we will not defile our tongues with descriptions of foul cookery—an evil so universally felt and understood, that even the adversaries, in our great Misery cause, will not require us to

produce the proofs;-let us rather confine ourselves to certain other distresses of the table, which, if less nauseating, are, yet, infinately more acute, as well as more appropriate to polite sufferers.

Tes. What, you are laying your trains for monopolizing the subject, I perceive;—but you will find that in no part of the chapter of Table-torments shall I be out of my depth; I shall, therefore, be very ready to meet you on your own terms; and so only let me know when, in proper time.

DIALOGUE THE NINTH.

MISERIES OF THE TABLE, &C.

Testy, Senior and Junior-Sensitive. (Testy's

House.)

Testy.

HEY-DAY! friend Sensitive-what, in the name of wonder, has now come

"Between the wind and your nobility?

why, you have not a feature in its proper place! have you just been passing by a pig-stye?—or what has come across you?

Sen. A pig-stye! -O, would that were all!-No! I have just not passed by, but actually entered into, and at length, thank my stars, escaped alive out of,-a man-stye