I resign my office too at a propitious moment, before time has quelled the enthusiasm with which it was entered upon--before warmth and impetuosity have yielded to weariness and disgust. My spirits are still unabated, my friends are still untired, and you, my public, are still kind! I might have waited to experience the sinking of the first, the anger of the second, and alas! the fickleness of the third. It is well that I stop in time. I have two drawers of my bureau filled, almost to bursting, with divers manuscripts; I am afraid to open either of them, lest somebody passionate, or somebody stupid, or somebody wearisome should stare me in the face. Of these compositions, my pages witness against me that I have promised insertion to many, and my conscience witnesses against me that I ought to have given insertion to many more. I don’t know what to do with them. I have some thoughts of sending them to my publisher’s in a lump, or bequeathing them as a legacy to my successors. I believe, however, my better plan may be to put them up to auction. Amongst the numerous authors, great and small, good and bad, who are at the present day wasting their pen, ink, paper, and time, in “doing honour to Eton,” I cannot but think that some of my literary treasures would fetch a pretty good price. There are all the articles, of which we have at various times given notice; some of which I know our readers are dying to see. But these form but a trifling part of the heap; I will subjoin a few specimens of my wares, but catalogues shall, of course, be printed previous to the sale. Several “Reminiscences”--very useful for writers who wish to recollect what never occurred. A few “Visions,” “Musings,” “Odes,” &c.--a great bargain to any young person who wants to be interesting, or unintelligible. “Edmund Ironside, an Old English Tale,” in the style of “The Knight and the Knave,” very valuable--in consequence of the _Quarterly’s_ hint about “Ivanhoe.” “Thoughts on the Coronation,” to be had for a trifle, as the article is a common one, and will not keep. A great many “Classical Tales,” strongly recommended to those authors who are not learned, and wish to be thought so. A large bundle of “Notices to Correspondents,” admirably adapted to the use of those who have none. A portfolio of cursory hints, remarks, puns, introductory observations, windings-up, &c., capable of serving any purpose to which the purchaser likes to put them. With such a repository, it will be evident that, if the Fates were willing that I should proceed in my undertaking, I should be in no want of support. This, however, is not the decree of the Destinies; I must go, and like him who Oft fitted the halter, oft traversed the cart, And often took leave, but seemed loth to depart, I continue to say to you, I am “going, going, going,” while you methinks are waiting with the uplifted hammer, impatient to pronounce me “gone!”