eloped, on any set of people so organised. Clever men
of business, who, one and all, admire cleverness in others, and
especially when it makes to them its own peculiar bow of the most
profound obeisance, are most respectfully requested to address their
replies to ALPHA DELTA, &c., &c.

The gentleman so industriously adhesive certainly does not cry himself
up by halves; and the glowing language in which he describes his age as
"ripe and vigorous," might well become some YANKEE GEORGE ROBINS
appraising an UNCLE TOM. We can vividly imagine him putting himself up,
ringing the changes on his ripeness and vigour, first-rate references,
undeviatingly systematic ways, close-sticking business habits, and
unbounded devotion to his employers' interests: and ultimately, with his
"own peculiar bow of the most profound obeisance," respectfully knocking
himself down to the best bidder. We should like to buy him at our terms
in this manner, if we could afterwards dispose of him at his own. But
our friend blows his trumpet with rather too many flourishes; makes
overmuch use of the figure hyperbole, to commend himself for employment
in those figures that Ledger Clerks are more particularly concerned
with.

In the same _Times_ that contained the foregoing announcement, appears
also the following:--

NO SALARY REQUIRED.--A young Gentleman, (20 years of age), author of
several works, wishes for a HOME. He is a beautiful reader and
writer; can write poetry, tales, essays, and anything literary. He
is possessed of pleasing manners, kind disposition, and would do all
in his power to make himself useful, and contribute to the happiness
of those with whom he may become associated. One of his works sent
for six stamps. Address Reginald Villiers, &c., &c.

This is a performance on a similar instrument; but it is the clarionet
to the cornet-a-pistons. Only 20; a "beautiful" reader and writer; can
write poetry, tales, essays, and "anything literary;" and is already the
"author of several works." Why, this is a second

"CHATTERTON the marvellous Boy,"

and we should say he had better take care that he does not so far
resemble

"The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride,"

as to go off, some day, in a fit of vanity and self-conceit.

We are almost inclined to send him six stamps for one of his works, in
order that we may ascertain if it is worth a single rap.

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