As you are labouring on your great work (in a style, let us add, equal to the subject), Lady Anna Maria Tomnoddy's compliments arrive, and she requests you will cast your eye over the accompanying manuscript in six volumes, "The Mysteries of Mayfair," correct the errors, if any, and find a publisher for the same.

N.B. You have in your bookcase Captain Bangles's "Buffaloes and Banyan Trees," in MS.; the Rev. Mr. Growl's "Sermons to a Congregation at Swansea," ditto, ditto; Miss Piminy's "Wildflower Coronal, a Wreath of Village Poesy"; and Mr. Clapperton's six manuscript tragedies; of all of which you are requested to give your opinion.

The printer's boy is sitting in the hall; the editor has written to say that your last contributions are not up to the mark, and that you must be more funny, if you please. Mr. Snip, the tailor, has called again that morning; you have a splitting headache, from a transaction over-night, and as you are writing an exceedingly light and humorous article, your dear Anna Maria wishes to know how you dare dine at Greenwich, and with whom you dined?

I suppose she found the bill in your coat-pocket. How changed Anna Maria is from what she was when you married her! and how uncommonly ill-tempered she has grown!