Dear Murray,—
You ask for a “Volume of Nonsense,”
Have all of your authors exhausted their store?
I thought you had published a good deal not long since.
And doubtless the Squadron are ready with more.
But on looking again, I perceive that the Species
Of “Nonsense” you want must be purely “facetious;”
And, as that is the case, you had best put to press
Mr. Sotheby’s tragedies now in M.S.,
Some Syrian Sally
From common-place Gally,
Or, if you prefer the bookmaking of women,
Take a spick and span “Sketch” of your feminine He-Man.
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