Pay me like for like; give me good thoughts for great studies; and at leastwise shew me this courtly courtesy to afford me good words, which cost you nothing, for serious thoughts hatched up with much consideration. Thus commending my deserts to the learned, and committing my labour to the instruction of the ignorant, I bid you all heartily farewell. LAZARUS PIOT. Even at this time, when I humbly thank God, I ask and have his comfort of sadder meditations, I do not condemn in myself that I have given my wit such evaporations as these. DONNE. L'ENVOY. Gentle Reader—for if thou art fond of such works as these, thou are like to be the Gentleman and the Scholar—I take upon me to advertise thee that the Printer of THE DOCTOR, &C. is William Nicol of the Shakspeare Press—the long tried Friend of the lamented Southey, and of their mutual Friend, the late Grosvenor Bedford, of Her Majesty's Exchequer— _Felices animæ, et quales neque candidiores Terra tulit!_ The Sonnet following, Gentle Reader, I do thee to wit, is the composition of the above kind hearted and benevolent William Nicol—and I wish it to be printed, because on Grosvenor Bedford's last short visit to Southey in 1836, he expressed himself much pleased with it. May be, if thou art fond of the gentle craft, it may please thee too, and so I wish thee heartily farewell! Who wrote THE DOCTOR? Who's the scribe unknown?— Time may discover, when the grave has closed Its earthy jaws o'er us, who now are posed To father that which greatest pen might own; Learning diffuse, quaint humour, lively wit, Satire severe and bold, or covert, sly, Turning within itself the mental eye To fancies strange that round its orbit flit, Unknown to others and by self scarce seen; Teaching, in sweetest English, England's plan,— When England was herself, her laurels green— Honour to God and charity to man: Who wrote the Doctor? her best Son, I ween, Whether his works, or his fair life you scan. THE EDITOR. W. NICOL, 60, PALL MALL.