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 writing a novel, with plenty of ghosteses in it; which is now quite the kick.” (‘So it is,’ observed Jeffery, ‘you see she knows what’s what.’) “Now, sir, as I understand you are a great inkurrager of harudishon, I have made bold for to offer to you what, to use a compollison, may be called the first child of my virgin muse.” (‘A very marvellous production,’ said our hero, ‘this first child of the virgin muse, I dare say, is.’) (‘I thought,’ observed Jeffery, ‘you would like the figure.’) “I hope it, will give you satisfaction, and I am, sir, your most humble servant, to command, SARAH SHIFT. P.S. If you could let me have a little in advance, shud be much obligated to you.” “Well, sir, have you complied with the lady’s request?”--“O yes; I think you will say I behaved very generous.--I gave her two guineas in money, a flitch of bacon, a couple of fowls, and a green goose from my cottage in the country, and stuff for a callimanco petticoat. I got the manuscript, but the printer tells me that the spelling is not so right as it should be. Now, sir, as I am told you are a scoller, I would not scruple twenty pounds for a novel that you should write.” “You are liberal even to munificence, sir; but at present I have no thoughts of any such composition.”--“Will you favour me with your company to dinner, sir; there is to be a literary party; there is to be little Dr. Grub, and Mr. Whippersnapper, a great maker of verses; and Mr. Macculpin.”--“Is Mr. Macculpin a Scotch gentleman?”--“No; damn the Scotch, I have had enough of them; though I am Yorkshire myself, they are _farther north_. Here there was one of them that wrote a book that I published for him; I thought I could have got him off with thirty pounds, but he would have three hundred: to law we went, and by G--d it cost me five hundred before I was done with it. So that my profits, which I thought would have been six hundred, were little more than one. I will have nothing more to do with the Scotch. No, Mr. Macculpin is a Irish gentleman. There will also be Mrs. Ogle that writes hymns for the Gospel Magazine, and other articles of poetry, especially sacred; and Mr. Spatter, the reviewer, who is a great favourite with her. It is not for nothing that he praises her psalms, but that’s not a subject to speak of before a lady.”--Mrs. Hamilton now hastily followed her daughter; and Lawhunt, not being able to prevail on our hero, at length departed, and William hastened to his Jenny, who waited with the most anxious impatience. Her passion, increased by renewed indulgence, now knew no bounds. She was willing to sacrifice fame, employment, and every thing else, and ardently desired to live with