In verse most stale, unprofitable, flat— Come, let us change the scene, and "glean" with Pratt; In him an author's luckless lot behold, Condemned to make the books which once he sold: Degraded man! again resume thy trade— The votaries of the Muse are ill repaid, Though daily puffs once more invite to buy A new edition of thy "Sympathy."
Mr. Pratt, once a Bath bookseller, now a London author, has written as much, to as little purpose, as any of his scribbling contemporaries. Mr. P.'s Sympathy is in rhyme; but his prose productions are the most voluminous.
