[Seminole Sam to the Dog:] It ain't dogly to bark ahem.

Whilst this might sound a little juvenile, it does serve as shorthand for what the MOD was about to do – carry out a sneaky beaky par excellence.

A correspondent, confessing himself as yet unknown to fame — a circumstance he appears to consider unaccountable, and which we ourselves are unable to explain, at all events on the score of constitutional modesty— writes to us, adopting the above signature, with a somewhat authoritative request that we shall engage him for the weekly supply of certain articles of newsmongery, which he declares indispensable to the permanent success of our publication, (a necessity we had not previously contemplated), and, for the superior production of whihc, he recommends himself above all living writers, on the singular plea that he seldom looks into a newspaper, and labours under a Doctor-Johnsonian inaptitude to read books through.

Being out of work sometimes makes you feel down in the dumps and being out here with my buddies helps.