I wish something of the same kind were established in England.
But it is time to quit a subject which teems with disagreeable images---- Permit me to subscribe myself, Mr.Editor, Your unfortunate friend, PENSILIS.
* * * * * ON THE MELANCHOLY OF TAILORS.
"Sedet, asternumque sedebit, Infelix Theseus." VIRGIL.
That there is a professional melancholy, if I may so express myself, incident to the occupation of a tailor, is a fact which I think very few will venture to dispute.

I may safely appeal to my readers, whether they ever knew one of that faculty that was not of a temperament, to say the least, far removed from mercurial or jovial.
Observe the suspicious gravity of their gait.

The peacock is not more tender, from a consciousness of his peculiar infirmity, than a gentleman of this profession is of being known by the same infallible testimonies of his occupation.

"Walk, that I may know thee." Do you ever see him go whistling along the footpath like a carman, or brush through a crowd like a baker, or go smiling to himself like a lover?
Is he forward to thrust into mobs, or to make one at the ballad-singer's audiences?
Does he not rather slink by assemblies and meetings of the people, as one that wisely declines popular observation?
How extremely rare is a noisy tailor! a mirthful and obstreperous tailor! "At my nativity," says Sir Thomas Browne, "my ascendant was the earthly sign of Scorpius; I was born in the planetary hour of Saturn, and I think I have a piece of that leaden planet in me." One would think that he were anatomizing a tailor! save that to the latter's occupation, methinks, a woollen planet would seem more consonant, and that he should be born when the sun was in Aries .-- He goes on; "I am no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardise of company." How true a type of the whole trade! Eminently economical of his words, you shall seldom hear a jest come from one of them.

He sometimes furnishes subject for a repartee, but rarely (I think) contributes one _ore proprio_.
Drink itself does not seem to elevate him, or at least to call out of him any of the external indications of vanity.