ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY. [From the Morning Post, Oct. 29.] AT a general meeting of the gentlemen in the resurrection line, vulgarly called body-snatchers, dead carcass stealers, &c. held at their hall, the Bonehouse, Rotten Row, in the parish of St. Sepulchre, Gravesend; Dick Drybones in the chair,-it was resolved unanimously, 1. That as anatomy is the end of physic, all those who contribute to the study and improvement of that noble science are entitled to public support and the most liberal remuneration. 2. That of late certain persons, not regularly brought up to the profession, have tried to introduce the practice of seizing dead bodies previous to their interment, to the great injury of the industrious members of this right worshipful fraternity. 3. That this assembly can view such conduct in no other light than as being illegal, and as a scandalous outrage of the rights and privileges of this community. 4. That persons concerned in such practices be forthwith scouted, unless they choose to become regular members, paying the usual introductory gallon of gin, as also a forfeit of five shillings, to be spent in bread, cheese, and porter. 5. That in consequence of the effect of the Comet on the weather, they have been unable to commence their season in the present year, till the close of October. 6. That through the circumstances above stated, they are in such distress, they scarcely know how to keep soul and body together, and consequently feel it incumbent upon them to charge an extra guinea for every subject. 7. That the Faculty be requested to charge nothing extra for their medicines, on account of the increased expense attendant on their complying with this Society's just demands; as, if they do so, this fraternity, however reluctantly, will feel themselves obliged to strike again, as the inevitable consequence of the adoption of such a line of conduct on the part of the Faculty will be, that less physic will be taken, and the deaths must decrease accordingly. 8. That the thanks of this Society are due to the Quacks in the vicinity of the Metropolis, for their unremitting exertions; as also to Sir F. Burdett, and all the other Political Quacks, for their efforts in the frightening way, which have happily tended not a little to extend the length of the bills of mortality. (Signed) DICK Drybones, PAUL PUTRID, MAT MARROWLESS, KIT COFFIN, TOM TOMBSTONE, VALENTINE VAULT. KICKUP RESURGAM, Secretary to the Meeting. COMETS AND CONJURORS. MR. EDITOR, Du [From the General Évening Post.] URING a very extensive journey I lately took, in various parts of the kingdom, I found it a matter of general complaint, particularly in farmhouses and cottages, that the Comet, which has appeared before all men's eyes, is not to be found in the Almanack. Those reverend Conjurors Francis Moore and John Partridge, either from ignorance or neglect of duty, have preserved a profound silence respecting this interesting stranger, at the very time that they appear to have been peeping into every Court in Europe, for wonderful events and prophecies; and I can assure you, Sir, that these complaints, which I confess are well founded, have contributed not a little to shake the faith of the country in those emi nent nent Astrologers, and may eventually tend, if they are not more careful, to bring their rain and their sunshine their snow and their sleet-into contempt. But while I consider Messrs. Moore and Partridge as highly to blame in this matter, upon looking into their predictions during the comet months, I think something like an apology may be advanced; or, to speak perhaps more correctly, I think I can account for their overlooking so important an article as a Comet, however injudicious such conduct may be. Having been for many years a firm believer in these gentlemen, and consequently a deep student in their productions, I have observed, of late years, a disposition in them to pay more attention to what is going on below, than above; and while they are thus intent on the monstrous and strange appearance of "mundane affairs," as Mr. Moore calls them, how can it be expected they should be equally attentive to the heavenly bodies? In proof of this, I will appeal to Mr. Moore's avocations during August, September, and the current month, and appeal to your Readers, whether a Conjuror, so employed, can find time to regulate the weather, or give us an invoice of a Comet. Mr. Moore says, about the middle of August, "The grand affairs of these nations are now subject to great difficulties, and a design of very considerable importance soon discovers itself to the world." Now, Sir, to proceed no farther, what "great difficulties" did we encounter in August; and what "design has discovered itself?" 1 know of none, except the training of Crib in Scotland, and adjusting the bets on the match betwixt him and Molineux; and truly, Sir, if Francis Moore has nothing more important than this to tell us, he might as well have been employed in gauging the water at London Bridge. But to proceed. "Some evil counsellors detected; and some public affairs affairs seem to be under examination; and some deposed from their offices and honours. There are very sedate resolutions taking for the public good; for great and lofty things are now, or soon will be, under consideration. I still fear great calamities by war, fire, and captivities: wants and distresses shall befall many people and places of Europe, even when it may be thought that the fury of those calamities is at a period." Now, Sir, without remarking on the want of precision in these alarming prophecies, and the odd mixture of good and evil which my friend Francis has here compounded, I hope I may be permitted to tell him, that a little more attention to the harvest would have been fully as edifying as this hunting out of "evil counsellors.” All that he goes on to tell us of September and October is in the same strain; and, although I do not pretend to be skilled in the art, yet I may venture to prophesy, that, if our Astrologers continue to be Politicians, we shall lose the accustomed benefit of their labours. It is to no purpose that a farmer, looking for rain, is told of the affairs of " the German Princes;" or that, when he expects some sunshine, he should only discover that "things look black in the North." In all Master Moore's vast anxiety about the affairs of Europe, it is plain that he has overlooked the Comet, and dropped all his usual correspondence with the planets. I hope, however, as this is near the time when he prepares his conjuring budget for the ensuing year, that he will seriously return to his former pursuits, and leave the Courts of Europe to manage their own business. The concerns of the sun, moon, stars, planets, comets, and eclipses, are quite sufficient for any one man; and when I find him, who has for more than a century obtained the highest fame in that line, descending to the petty concerns of Courts, and the dirty tricks of "evil Coun sellors," sellors," he must excuse me when I think that there must be more "full moons" than ordinary in his Calendar. If he ceases to be an Astrologer, we have done with him; that was the business to which he was brought up, by which he gets his bread, and in which he has been admired. But I must say, with pardonable indignation, that to overlook a Comet, with a tail of thirty-three millions of miles, was a gross breach of trust; and to mix such a quantity of cold winds" and "drizzly rains" in a season so fine as the present, must have a tendency to bring imputations on the characters of Messrs. Moore and Partridge, which I should be sorry to hint at, any more pointedly than by adding, that secret treaties between Astrologers and Corn-factors are not much to the credit of one of the parties. Oct. I am, Sir, yours, PHILOMATH. ON A BUTCHER WHO LATELY CUT HIS THROAT BECAUSE OF HIS WIFE'S INFIDELITY. [From the Morning Chronicle, November z.] HE Butcher at last did by chance find it out THE That the two little horns on his forehead 'gan sprout; And the thoughts on't depriving poor Cleaver of reason, He flew to his cutter and cut his own weazon. But here we do nothing unnatural state, In the method he took to get rid of his mate; For he long had been us'd, without pity or pause, THE MERCENARY LOVER'S SONG. But if ever I marry a woman for love, As |