DEATH and the DOCTOR. Occasioned by a Physician's lampooning a Friend of the AUTHOR.

DEATH and the DOCTOR.

Occasioned by a Physician's lampooning a Friend of the AUTHOR.

By the Same.

AS Doctor ** musing sate, Death saw, and came without delay: Enters the room, begins the chat With, "Doctor, why so thoughtful, pray?"

The Doctor started from his place, But soon they more familiar grew: And then he told his piteous case, How trade was low, and friends were few.

"Away with fear," the phantom said, As soon as he had heard his tale: "Take my advice and mend your trade, "We both are losers if you fail.

"Go write, your wit in satire show, "No matter, whether smart, or true; "Call ** names, the greatest foe "To dullness, folly, pride, and you.

"Then copies spread, there lies the trick, "Among your friends besure you send 'em: "For all who read will soon grow sick, "And when you're call'd upon, attend 'em.

"Thus trade increasing by degrees, "Doctor, we both shall have our ends: "For you are sure to have your fees, "And I am sure to have your friends.