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O gens swattonitum gelida formidine mortis,
quid nomina vana timetis,
BOOKSELLERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.
I HAVE been applied to, by my respectable publisher, for the filling of a few pages more. Why so applied to, I perhaps could not reveal, without divulging the secrets of that prison-house-the compositor's boudoir.
Suffice it to say, that certain pages,
in as yet unfed attendance, * are described as being pale,- if not as a sheet, at least as half a sheet,t--and emblems, in default of types, of mere and total inanition. But what nutriment can my exhausted ink-bottle supply ? 66 A table of contents,” replies compositor ; "a list of errata, and a dedication." -For the contents, be it so, (as judges say, when they are granting an application ;) and I have only to wish, that amongst the contents, my indulgent readers may be found. But, for the
* And which are wanting (i. e. being wanted) to complete my typographical establishment, or suite.
+ For, I am told, there are but six of them.