It is presumed that Thackeray took a hand in editing this.

He certainly wrote, and published in the little paper, some burlesque lines on the subject which was given for the Chancellor's prize poem of the year.

This was _Timbuctoo_, and Tennyson was the victor on the occasion.

There is some good fun in the four first and four last lines of Thackeray's production.
In Africa,--a quarter of the world,-- Men's skins are black; their hair is crisped and curled; And somewhere there, unknown to public view A mighty city lies, called Timbuctoo.
* * * * * I see her tribes the hill of glory mount, And sell their sugars on their own account; While round her throne the prostrate nations come, Sue for her rice, and barter for her rum.
I cannot find in _The Snob_ internal evidence of much literary merit beyond this.

But then how many great writers have there been from whose early lucubrations no future literary excellence could be prognosticated?
There is something at any rate in the name of the publication which tells of work that did come.