No.XVII.beheld _Mr.Tatler's_ humiliation, in which, with fulsome apology and not very credible assurances of respect and admiration, he disclaims the article in question, and advertises a new issue of No.XVI.with all objectionable matter omitted.
This, with pleasing euphemism, he terms in a later advertisement, 'a new and improved edition.' This was the only remarkable adventure of _Mr.
Tatler's_ brief existence; unless we consider as such a silly Chaldee manuscript in imitation of _Blackwood_, and a letter of reproof from a divinity student on the impiety of the same dull effusion.

He laments the near approach of his end in pathetic terms.

'How shall we summon up sufficient courage,' says he, 'to look for the last time on our beloved little devil and his inestimable proof-sheet?
How shall we be able to pass No.

14 Infirmary Street and feel that all its attractions are over?
How shall we bid farewell for ever to that excellent man, with the long greatcoat, wooden leg and wooden board, who acts as our representative at the gate of _Alma Mater_ ?' But alas! he had no choice: _Mr.Tatler_, whose career, he says himself, had been successful, passed peacefully away, and has ever since dumbly implored 'the bringing home of bell and burial.' _Alter et idem_.

A very different affair was the _Lapsus Linguae_ from the _Edinburgh University Magazine_.