ABSTRACT

Your Booksellers are but Pedlars.—Though really there is a good deal of melancholy Truth in what they say, after all.—A two Guinea, and a two hundred Guinea Novel, must be pretty much the same to them. A new Thing is a new Thing; and though the Reader may send one down Stairs to the Scullion, to singe his Fowl, and send the other to be bound, for his Library, yet the Books must be first bought.-And then what avails the Preference to the Bookseller?