infest the stage till a general hiss commands him
to depart.



No. 208. SATURDAY, MARCH 14, 1752

'Hr ti me catw elcet' a:.mousoi;
Ouc' umn eoeponoun, tos de m'
eoepistamenois<.S>
Eis eoemoioe anqrwpos trismurioi<.S> oi d' aoenariqmoi
Ouoedeis<.S> tat' auoed cai paraoe
Persefonh<.S>>

DIOG.

LAERT.

Begone, ye blockheads, Herselitus cries,
And leave my labours to the learn'd and wise;
By wit, by knowledge, studious to be read,
I scorn the multitude, alive and dead.


TIME, which puts an end to all human pleasures
and sorrows, has likewise concluded the labours
of the Rambler. Having supported, for two years,
the anxious employment of a periodical writer, and
multiplied my essays to upwards of two hundred,
I have now determined to desist.