FEARLESS in the discharge of our duties to the public, as an 'able editor,' we have no hesitation in following the example of all able editors, and give to our readers whatever we think will be considered as a fair part of their money's worth. It is very odd that our sensitive correspondent, so keenly alive to the sufferings of his friend, the talented but lacerated financier of Bleecker-street, does not see that the same sympathy which he insists upon would equally apply to the persons abroad, whose letters he has 'so unwarrantably' made public. This, however, is in the true spirit of the age, which is so remarkably obtuse to that proverbial fact in natural history, that the same sauce which suits the female gander is equally adapted to the male goose. LETTER SECOND. TO THOMAS CARLYLE, ESQUIRE, LONDON. HEREWITH a box, a fragrant casket, goes, Of that loved herb which best in Cuba grows; You had my promise, Thomas, you remember, In Fraser's shop, one morning last November, Of, now and then, a letter from the land Which cocknies write of ere they understand. Pick then the choicest of the weeds I send, (The Custom House will give them to my friend,) There having paid the duties that accrue, Permit me thus to pay mine own to you. And oh! how difficult each London wight Finds the more Christian duty--_not_ to write; For John is reckoned taciturn and shy, Slow of address and sullen in reply; Bacchus or Ceres, burgundy or ale, To rouse his fancies are of no avail; But would you force the fellow's mettle forth, And of his genius know the pith and worth, In vain you ply him with inspiring drink, Give him a bottle, not of beer, but _ink_: However tongue-tied, asinine, or dull, A quill ay proves a cork-screw to his skull. Hence this poor land so scribbled o'er has been, 'Tis like a window in some country inn, Where every dolt has chronicled his folly, His fit of belly-ache or melancholy; With memorandums of his mutton oft, And how his bed was hard, his butter soft; How some John Thompson, on a rainy day, Found nought to eat, but very much to pay, And how said Thompson wished himself away.