EntréePrompted by Certain Churnings of the Gyre to place The Stack in suspended animation for the foreseeable, Yr Esteemed Humble, &c found Himself without outlet and therefore without moor, limping across the strait like a rudderless galley. For were ever two bonhommes fitter to purpose than friend Habsul and friend Libhut when pouring affable conference into the porches of your ears? Or man more in Nature than when Goodman Habsul invoked the Muses? I shall tell you, sirrahs, that fame hath ...